“Caw, caw!” she giggles.
It’s settled. I’m getting her the biggest ring I can find.
I hold the box out in front of her face, letting her slide the lid off. She peers inside curiously, then stares at the curved device.
“You bought me a… really weirdly shaped vibrator? I have plenty of toys, Wesley.”
The admission makes my stomach twist in excitement. “None like this. It’s one of a kind.”
She glances up. “Why? Did you make it or something?”
“Modified it.” I lift it from the package, discarding the box, so I can show her some features more closely. “I did some reading and found out that SSRIs disrupt dopamine and norepinephrine, as well as spinal reflexes that can impact nerve sensitivity. Multiple articles recommended stronger vibrations and multiple types of stimulation simultaneously, so I combined this part here that sucks and this part here massages inside, but I wanted to ensure it was still waterproof so I—what?”
She’s staring at me, not the device, her jaw slack. “You… looked it up? You read articles?”
“Yes…”
“You made me a vibrator?” she asks, her voice high-pitched and a little squeaky.
I know she’s pleased, but when I nod and her eyes fill with tears, I panic a little. I put down the vibrator and cup her cheek. “It’s important to me that you enjoy yourself, my love. It’s not enough to simplysatisfyyou—I want you mindless from the pleasure, screaming my name.” I grin.
She sniffles and laughs, blinking away the mistiness in her eyes. “Is this your way of apologizing for leaving me with the worst case of blue clit last night? I mean, even though there was no penetration, I feel like last night qualifies as pulling a hit it and quit it.”
I wince.
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em?” she suggests, as if the phrase she picked were the reason for my reaction. “Smash and dash—”
I cut her off with a laugh and a kiss. She meets my lips eagerly, instantly trying to deepen it, but I pull back. “I’m not apologizing because I’m not sorry—that implies that I regret touching you, and I very much do not; not for a second—but I didn’t want to leave you like that. I hoped this would show you that I intend to finish what I started. And I can recognize when I’ve been a knobhead.”
“Youwerea knobhead,” she agrees, the barest twitch of a smile at the edges of her lips.
“A proper knobhead. But knobheads can learn—and I promise I’m a fast learner.”
She throws her hair over her shoulder. “Okay. Just so you know, there’s no guarantee this will work—but I really,reallywant to try it.”
I was hoping she’d say that. I tap the countertop. “Hop up. If it doesn’t work for you, you can let me know what kind of modifications you’d like.”
“Now?” her brows lift and her smile slants into a teasing smirk. “You sure there isn’t something more important you have to do?”
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away this time, Madison.”
With a single laugh, she climbs the rungs of the stool. The instant she’s on her arse, I step between her legs and pull her to me. Her breasts press against my chest, her hard nipples poking me.
This kiss needs no time to ramp up; we’re both desperate for it. She clutches my shirt, balling it into her fists as she breathes a sigh into me. As I deepen the kiss, pushing into her harder and taking ownership of her mouth with my tongue, she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my cock, making it jerk and swell and pound. I love the way she clutches and holds onto me, like I’m a lifeline. It makes me feel like she wants to depend on me—like she trusts me to keep her upright and safe. I feel strong. Powerful.
Her teeth nibble at my bottom lip, drawing me back in when I pull away. I smile against her mouth and adjust my hand so it’s around her throat instead of under her chin. Instantly, she stills. I need to remember this—how pliable she becomes with a gentle but firm hand around her neck.
I reach for the toy I made. She watches, excitement making her pulse thrum in the veins on her neck.
“There’s lube in my bedside table.”
“I have a better idea.” I grab the closest counter chair, take a seat, then slide both arms under her thighs and pull her towards me in a quick, jerking movement that forces her down onto her elbows. Since I’m still seated, her pussy is at nearly the perfect height. I won’t even have to bend down too far. Her scent—musky, tangy and heady—invades my senses.
She squirms in my grip, though. “I don’t… um… Never mind.”
As she trails off, I frown and tighten my hold. “Tell me,” I urge, voice dropping.
I think I see a faint darkening of her cheeks as she mumbles, “Well, I suppose you did research it…”
