He breathed deep, covered the back of my hand, and leaned down to kiss me. Thoroughly. Which did no favours for the state of my erection.
“Now, precious—” He tipped my chin up to look into my eyes. “—step two. You ready for that?”
I glanced towards the plug on the bedside table and swallowed. “Wouldn’t there be fewer steps if you just use your cock?”
His smile, along with the dimples and the sparkling eyes, took my breath away. “I appreciate that you think I have that kind of recovery time. Honestly. But no. We take all the steps. We have time, so come lie down.”
And time he took, with his hands all over my body, every inch of me caressed and stroked, except, of course, my cock. The prep he did for just a butt plug made me think he was doing it as much for himself as for me.
“You enjoying this?” I asked when he was fingers deep in my ass.
“So much.” He crooked his fingers, pegging my gland, and I couldn’t have stopped the shout if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t. When he did it again, I whimpered. “I wanna come.”
“I bet you do.” Easing his fingers out, he took the time to wipe them down before lubing up the plug and pressing the tip against my hole.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you need something to take your mind off being jittery. It feeds on itself.”
“This should do the trick. Ohmygod.” He shoved the plug into my body and the stretch and burn was amazing torture followed by the sensation of being full and, yes, damn him, distracted.
“What are you doing down there?” I asked when he continued to fiddle with the plug and the cock ring.
“You’ll see.”
“Not unless I get a hell of a lot more flexible. Explain.”
“They connect to each other.” He stood back, his hands in his pockets, looking smug.
“Why? I feel like I don’t have the full story.”
That’s when he pulled a small rectangular object out of his pocket and held it up so I could see the buttons.
“Oh.” I blinked at him. “Why?” I asked again.
“Move over and give me room,” he said, instead of answering me.
I did, sighing as he settled on the bed next to me, so we were facing each other. I flattened my palm against his chest because feeling his muscles and the fuzzy covering of dark hair against my skin was a little bit of heaven. I would never not take the chance to do it.
He placed the remote on the mattress between us. “We’re going to just hang out here until Perry’s done work.”
“Maybe you should just go tell him to hurry his ass up.”
“We have to give him the time to get here on his own. You have to learn patience.”
“Use the buttons,” I demanded.
He caressed my cheek and smiled. “Patience.”
“Buttons.”
“Baby, take a breath.”
He never called me baby and I gaped at him but he kept talking, because of course he did.
“Just feel your body and stop living in your head.”
“The jitters are in my body.” If only he could understand that my stupid, restless body was the entire problem.
