He bites down on his bottom lip before a sexy smirk stretches across his face. “Vacay Tae is naughty. I love it.”
Lifting myself off him, I crawl over to the bedside table, open the drawer, and debate which one to use: the purple dildo that he’s seen before or the new one I ordered before the trip, it’s called the rabbit and has a clit and G-spot stimulator. Ultimately, I grab the rabbit and the small bottle of lube and turn to Jax.
Kneeling beside him, I ask, “So how should we do this?”
He chuckles. “It was your fantasy. You tell me. What do you want?”
“I want to use this clit stimulator so . . .”
He quirks his brow before another slow, salacious smirk appears. “Want me to fuck your ass, T?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling coy about admitting it aloud. “Yes,” I murmur.
Jax moves from the bed and stands off the side, facing me. “Come here.”
Doing as he says, I move until I’m kneeling on the very edge of the bed.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees. Head down, ass up,” he rasps the command.
Setting the lube and toy down, I turn and eagerly comply.
I close my eyes and listen to him open the bottle of lube and squirt it on what I’m assuming is the toy because shortly after I hear the vibration turn on, and then the silicone tip is circling my entrance.
“Look at you, doing exactly as I say,” Jax muses. “You look so fucking good on your hands and knees for me, baby.”
He pushes the tip of the toy inside me, and the vibration feels so good, but when he gets it fully seated in me and readjusts the clit stimulator so it’s in the perfect spot, I nearly jump off the bed from the sensation.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mmm,” I moan in response.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” he hums, the praise sending shivers down my spine.
He keeps the toy in place and I hear the bottle of lube opened and squeezed again.
I look back at Jax as he strokes himself before lining himself up. Hesitating, he looks at me. “You’re sure?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Absolutely.”
He nods in reply, but adds, “If it’s too much, tell me. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
I know this is a first for both of us—we’ve talked about it before—and that little fact only makes me want this more. I want one of his firsts and every single last.
We both take a breath in unison as he nudges his tip against my tight hole, and when he pushes past the barrier, I feel a slight sting of pain.
Gripping the sheets, I breathe deeply and try to relax my muscles, which is harder than I thought it would be considering I’m on the precipice of an orgasm from the toy’s stimulation.
“You good?” he asks, halting his movements.
“I’m good. Can you keep moving?”
“Yeah,” he answers before pulling his hips back and then slowly thrusting forward another inch. The sting subsides, and instead I feel incredibly . . . full.
“God, your ass is fucking perfect,” he groans, gripping my cheeks in his hands. “So tight,” he murmurs.
