Not the uptight men I know. “How . . . how do you use it?”
“On my nipples and all over my cock,” he says without a modicum of discomfort—a man at ease with his sexuality. “Thevibration along my shaft and at the tip gives me more pleasure than just my hand alone.”
“Oh.” The idea of ever trying a vibrator again held no appeal until I put Chaz in the picture. “How would you use it on me?”
“In whatever way feels good. There are ten different settings we can experiment with to see what you like. And if it’s not your thing, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t imagine doing anything with you that I won’t like.”
“Christ.” He groans. “You don’t know what hearing that does to me.”
My eyes slide down his torso to the prominent bulge sticking up beneath the towel. “I have some idea.”
“My boy’s not very discreet.” He grins. “Ignore him for now.”
“What if I don’t want to ignore him?”
“Delayed gratification,” he teases, tossing back my words. “Let’s try it non-sexually first; would that be all right?”
I nod, my body heating at the possibilities, my trust in him endless.
“Let’s lose the towels,” he says. He drops his towel, revealing his erection, big, thick, and on full display.
“How exactly is this non-sexual?” I ask, reaching for my towel, but he beats me to it, lifting the edge and sliding it off me. Though the room is warm, the air feels cool on my heated skin.
“Being naked together doesn’t have to be just sexual. It can be sensual and intimate too—enjoying pleasure through your senses. Like smell,” he says, pouring my lotion onto his palm and rubbing his hands together. It warms, releasing the scent of lavender and vanilla into the room.
“And touch,” he rumbles. The bed dips with him as he leans over, his breath brushing against my ear, his lips tracing the curve and drawing my lobe into his mouth. “I don’t have to be inside your body to make love to you.”
He leaves me with those poignant words and a lingering kiss on my lips. The bed dips again. This time he straddles my thighs, not giving me all his weight, though I crave it. Still, the heat from him is pervasive. I feel it in my bones before his hands even bear down and spread across my shoulders. His touch is confident and deliberate, his thumbs finding knots I didn’t realize were there.
“How’s the pressure?” he asks.
“Mmm.” I hum softly, closing my eyes. “Just right.”
He kneads into my muscles below my neck, the heels of his palms climbing down my back, pressing in on either side of my spine and back up again, melting every vertebra with a revolving, hypnotic motion until I’m all moans and sighs. When he reaches the base of my spine again, his palms fan over the top of my hips, he leans down and presses his lips to the spot between my shoulder blades. The feathery kiss combined with the scrape of his beard and his hard penis against my flesh, teases my system with tingly ripples. The sensations should be in conflict with relaxation, but somehow, aren’t. That’s because he’s so good at it.
Chaz kisses along my spine to meet his hands. Then I hear the faint buzz of the vibrator. I tense up a little.
“Still with me, Blue?” he asks.
“Mm-hm.”
“Let me know how this feels.”
He gently presses it against my shoulder. The hum echoes through me as he works it in slow circles down my back. The feeling borders on overwhelming, but I don’t know if that’s real or filtered through my past experiences. I don’t tell him to stop—yet. I want to give it a chance—to separate then from now.
Minutes later, I’m glad I waited. When his other hand and lips follow the path of the device, I not only start to unwind again, I start to unravel. He skips over my bottom and continuesdown the back of my leg, slowly working the muscles of my hamstring and calf. He kisses the arch of my foot and checks in again.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs without sacrificing any of the pressure.
“I can’t . . . function.”
“Is that good?” His chuckle is low and husky.
“So good.” I now understand what he meant about making love to my body without sex. Everything he’s doing is sensually delicious. I feel his hands, his mouth, the vibration everywhere, even the places he’s not touching. I smell my lotion mixed with his scent. I hear the buzz of the vibrator and our heavy breaths. He’s not inside me, but I feel him there. My core throbs and my nipples are hard against the sheets. I grip the pillow as he treats my other leg to the same glorious attention.
When his hand moves up to my bottom, his touch is light, while the device is more intense.
