His mouth trails down over my belly until he reaches the waistband on my panties, and he spends an infuriating minute brushing his tongue along the edge. The vibrations come back on for a few seconds, and my eyes snap open, finding a grinning Fox kneeling on the floor between my legs.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, firecracker. Stay with me, okay?” I drag my swollen bottom lip between my teeth and nod. “Good girl.” I never understood the hype about those two words until this moment.
His fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and he pauses a beat to gauge if I’m okay. I give a small nod of encouragement, and he tears them off my body, catching the vibrator in his hand before dropping it in the sink. He grasps my calves and folds my legs back so the edge of my heels rest on the edge of the counter.
“Put your hands where mine are, and don’t let go.” I grab my calves, and it forces my hips to tilt, opening me up even more. “You want this out or in?” he asks, tapping against the handle of the plug.
“In, I think.”
“Have you had anal sex before?” I shake my head, and he swipes a hand over his face. “Have you had anything in there before tonight?”
“No,” I whisper.
He squeezes his eyes closed, and my legs slide together as I wonder what the hell I’m doing thinking even for a second that I could be enough for someone like Fox.
“What are you doing?” he asks, placing his hands on my thighs and keeping me pinned open.
“I thought you wanted to stop.”
“Did I say stop?”
“No.”
“Did you say stop?”
“No, but you looked disappointed when you realized I might not be as adventurous as you hoped.”
He rises and covers my front with his as one hand slides into my hair and the other grips my chin. “You are a fucking dream. I’m trying to not hump the counter and come in my pants like a horny teenager. You have a plug in your ass for the first time, and you are trusting me with your pleasure. I’m fucking floored by that, and I’m trying not to push you too hard, because I want nothing more than to make you scream so loud my grandmother contemplates calling the police. Not only have you not had a release in fuck knows how long, but you’ve never had one with something in your ass, meaning this is going to feel fucking amazing. I’m simply taking a moment to wonder how I got so lucky to earn that trust. So put your hands back on your calves, keep a tight hold, and enjoy the ride. Got it?”
“Got it.”
He punctuates that confession with a kiss that steals my breath before sinking to his knees. He winks at me. “You take your eyes off me and all of this stops. Understand?”
“Yes.” Honestly, I don’t want to miss a minute of this anyway. He’s a god on his knees before me looking like he’s about to worship at my altar, and that’s powerfully addictive.
He tugs on the plug, grinning evilly when I gasp. I’m fucked, so utterly fucked for this man. His thumb skirts the outside of my swollen clit, and I cry out as my hands grip my legs so tight my muscles cramp. “You’re close,” he mutters more to himself than me. No shit. I’ve been close for hours. He leans forward and blows on my oversensitive clit, making the bands inside me snap in response. “And so responsive.”
“Please, Fox.”
He groans. “You begging me is doing things to my control, Cleo. Stop.”
“But I need?—”
He dips and licks from the plug to my clit, stealing my breath and causing my eyes to flutter closed. “Fuck. You taste like you smell, like coconut, peaches, and fiery sunshine.”
His movements stop. My hands tighten on my legs as my eyes flick open so I can glare at him. “I warned you–eyes on me. I want you to be fully aware of who is making your thighs shake.” He’s keeping me grounded. This man…I’m done.
He leans forward and traces lazy circles around my clit with his tongue. My spine arches, and my muscles pull taut in anticipation. “Ready?”
“I was ready hours ago,” I mutter the truth.
He chuckles before he closes his lips over my clit and uses his hand to twist the plug, causing friction. Then he sucks, and every nerve ending explodes as he growls against me. Months of frustration, of thinking I’m broken beyond repair fly out of my mind and are replaced with pleasure I’m not sure I’ll recover from. A scream tears from my throat and it’s like I’m being reborn back into my own skin, one that Gideon never touched.
I float on a relentless rising tide that will surely drown me when it breaks. Oh, but what a way to go.
“I need another one, Cleo. Give me another one,” Fox rumbles.
“I can’t?—”
