Oliver’s head popped up. ‘Soon, love. But for now, I want you to come…actually I’ve got an excellent idea.’
My pussy gave a clench, demanding something filled it—now. Oliver gave my clit another few licks, and then he disappeared.
What the fuck?
My head had fallen back against the mattress, but it snapped up when I heard him stand up and shuffle around the room.
‘What are you doing?’ I panted, so close to coming my lower halfachedpainfully.
Oliver wandered around the bed towards my bedside table. My heart gave a panicked flutter when he opened the top drawer.
‘Stop!’ I cried, trying to bring life into my jellied limbs, but it was too late. Oliver had opened it, exposing every single one of my toys. Embarrassment flared to life inside of me. I landed on my knees, naked, apart from my bra that barely contained my breasts.
Oliver chuckled, gazing down at all the colourful toys. ‘This is quite the collection. I’m impressed. Now, which one do we need.’ He pressed a finger to his chin like he was choosing a dish off a menu.
I tried reaching over to close the draw.
‘I can explain-‘
Oliver caught my hand before it reached the handle, drawing it up to his mouth to kiss my inner wrist softly.
‘What do you need to explain, sweetheart?’
I glanced awkwardly towards the draw. ‘Guys don’t, uh, they don’t usually like that I have vibrators.’
Oliver frowned.
Folding my arms across my stomach, I shifted uncomfortably on the bed. ‘I shouldn’t need them when I have a guy with a dick who can do everything that can do.’ I pointed tothe purple rabbit vibrator Oliver had picked up. Those had been the words of my ex boyfriend. A guy who needed a roadmap to find my clit and thought that lube was for pathetic people who weren’t attracted to each other any longer. I hated that his judgemental voice was still in my head, but I couldn’t get it out.
Oliver stepped towards me, rabbit in hand and towered over me. Sending a swarm of butterflies rushing through my body. ‘I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been with, but my dick doesn’t vibrate.’
I half rolled my eyes. He tilted my face to his with one finger.
His voice dipped down to a lower timbre that had me squeezing my thighs together. ‘My only goal is to give you as much pleasure as possible.’ He trailed his thumb down my cheek, pulling down my bottom lip and wetting his own lips as he stared down at me. A feral look in his eyes. ‘I’m not insecure enough to think that this thing’—he gestured to the vibe in his hand—‘is a threat to my manhood.’
‘Hearing you call it a manhood isn’t exactly sexy,’ I whispered against his lips.
He gave me a soft smile. ‘Terribly sorry.’ He leaned forward, his breath tickling my lips. ‘My cock.’
I inhaled sharply.
‘Sex toys are one of the best inventions known to man; when you use them right, you can experience a world of pleasure. Much more than my fingers or tongue could give you.’ As if to prove his point he pressed the purple vibrator to the spot between my legs and rubbed it over to the wetness he found there.
My chest pitched in short breaths. I reached out to hold onto his shoulders, feeling unsteady. ‘I think you might be underselling your abilities.’
He pulled back, eyes sparkling. ‘Your pussy was weeping when I put my mouth on her, wasn’t she?’
God, his dirty talk was going to make me self-combust. I nodded because words were far too difficult right now.
I reached forward to pull at his shirt. He took the hint and gripped the back, yanking it off in one fluid motion. Holy shit, the man washuge.The plains of his chest rippled as he moved, each one looked carved from stone.
‘You’ve got a bit of drool just there.’ I swatted Oliver’s hand away when he reached up to wipe the non-existent moisture from my mouth.
He caught it once more and pressed it to his chest. ‘Trust me?’ He quirked an eyebrow.
I did. Unequivocally.
‘Y-yes,’ I breathed. Oliver’s shoulders drooped, like hearing me say I trusted him was the best thing he’d ever heard. Stealing my mouth in one more luxurious kiss, he pressed a hand to my chest and pushed me down to the mattress.
