“And your other boyfriends or… companions?” I hate that. It makes my skin crawl.
She stares, wide eyed at me. “It wasjusthim.”
Oh, baby.
“Baby, you’ve been with one person…” My words trail off.
She dips her head.
“No, no,” I whisper, pushing forward, curling my index finger under her chin as I gently push her face up. “Don’t hide from me.”
Her amber eyes mist.
“I don’t understand.” I edge my lips closer to hers. “If you were mine, Lucky, and I meanreallymine, there is no way in hell I wouldn’t spend my every free breathing moment showing you what it was like to be fucked right.”
Her lips part.
“But I swear, I’ll teach you everything you need to know… Your characters will be fucking like porn stars.”
She bursts into a laugh, a single tear escaping, but I catch it with my thumb, a soft smile on my lips.
“How can you take a moment and flip it like that?”
I edge back. “It’s just who I am, baby.” I wink.
She shakes it off, her tits bouncing before she sits a little taller. Her tiny shorts rise higher and leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I may need you to change those pyjamas before we get stuck in.”
She frowns. “It’s all I have.” Her nipples are hard, pressing against the tight material.
“Yeah.” I sigh, standing and I don’t even care that I am still semi hard. It’s not like she hasn’t seen it. “This is going to be a problem,” I groan, moving towards the wardrobe and tugging a tee off its hanger then tossing it at her. “Put that on,please,” I say, the last word coming out as a beg, “because I fear I’ll end up breaking the contract.”
Yup, she’s going to kill me.
“And what’s this?”She holds up the rabbit.
It took us a while to get here. She got the giggles at every dildo or vibrator I pulled from the bag.
“Well,” I mutter, mouth a little dry.
I would have hoped I would have felt a little better now we were fully into the toys, but with each new toy, there is a new fantasy of what it would like to use these on her. To hear the way her body responds, the way her moans would blanket me, and I can’t help thinking whether she has had an orgasm.
“This bit”—I grip my fingers around the shaft of the vibrator—“that goes in your… you know.”
“Right.” Her throat bobs.
“And this little guy”—I tap the bud—“is for your clit, so you get best of both worlds.”
She notes it down.
“How do you not know any of this?” I don’t mean to sound like a cunt, but still… she’s thirty-seven, with friends, writing romance books and yet she knows very little.
“I grew up in a strict family. I was homeschooled. I only met Edel because we were neighbours. I suppose I have lived a very sheltered life,” she admits, not lifting her eyes from the notes she is writing. “My ex was picked out by my parents. Theywanted me to fit into their world… and well, I wasn’t made to fit into that. Sex was just something we did, like a chore. I started reading romance novels as an escape, but I could never connect with the intimate scenes because I never had that.” I watch as a hint of a smile tries to hide the sadness.
“Well, I may not be able to give it to you, but I will teach you everything you need to know,” I whisper.
Catching her gaze, I notice her small hands are still curled around the girth of the vibrator. She looks so out of depth.
