Before I can answer, he coaxes my lips apart and fucks my face with his tongue. That’s the only way I know how to describe it—an erotic invasion that teases and titillates. The fact that I can taste myself on him only heightens the sensations because I can tell that’s the point. He wants me to know how thoroughly he adores everything about me.
“Will you feel better if I get a towel?”
His voodoo tongue fuck renders me senseless, and I have to blink a couple of times before my brain catches up. “Yes, please.”
He nips my bottom lip between his teeth before slowly releasing it. “Such a good fucking girl. I want you to tell me these things so that when the fun begins, you’re not distracted. The only thing you should be thinking about when we’re together is how good I make you feel.”
A colony of butterflies takes flight in my chest.
This man is so much more than I ever could have imagined, and he wants me. Every neurotic, goofy, messed-up inch of me. He wants me so much that he didn’t want my yoga instructor to even touch me. Not to mention, he practically fought my little brother for talking about me. He’s seen the worst of me, yet his desire is unconditional.
He’s protective and trustworthy and…
And I think I love him.
The words settle into my soul like marshmallows melting into steaming hot chocolate.
When he returns from the bathroom, he’s carrying a towel and a toy. My gooey emotions take a back seat as arousal jumps back behind the wheel.
I lift my backside for him to insert the folded towel beneath me, then watch as he holds up the small blue device for me to see. It’s not a dildo, nor is it like any bullet I’ve seen. It almostlooks like a curved seashell, one end to be inserted and the other reaching around for the clit. I can already tell I’m going to love it.
“Before you start to worry, yes, it’s brand new. I’ve been wanting to do this since that very first night when I heard the buzzing coming from your room.”
My eyes bulge wide. “You could hear that?”
He clicks on the device in answer, a devilish smile creeping wide across his face.
“I did, then I fantasized about it a hundred times over, which is why I couldn’t stop watching when I saw you in my bed. You were even more perfect than I’d imagined.”
Embarrassment blends with pleasure to pinken my cheeks.
DiAngelo cycles through the toy's various vibration patterns until it stops. Except it doesn’t fully stop. It suddenly buzzes to life briefly, then goes silent again for several seconds.
D grins, then eases one end of the blue shell into my pussy and aligns the other end over my clit. It bursts to life in the process, drawing a gasp and moan from me before going silent again. The sudden pulse is excruciating in the best way.
I can’t tell if it’s divine or diabolical.
Like D, I think it might be both, and I’m here for it.
DiAngelo wedges some of the towel behind the toy so that it stays in place, then goes back to the dresser. This time, he returns with something that scares me a little.
“Is that a … ahhh …” The vibrations derail me. “A flogger?” I ask breathily.
He holds the woven brown leather handle with one hand while leather ribbons glide along the other. “It is, but I don’t want you to worry. And if this is too much, too soon, tell me. As you’ve probably noticed, I have particular tastes. Maybe not the norm, but nothing you should fear. I would never hurt you, Rina. Do you believe me when I say that?”
I nod my head, my nerves getting the better of me.
“Words, firefly.”
“Yes, D.”
“Have you ever experienced a flogger?”
“It’s like a whip, right?”
“Not exactly. It can do a lot of things using both pleasure and pain.” He gets close enough to kneel on the bed, then trails the ends of the flogger from my stomach up to my chest, moving it across one breast to the other just as the toy surges to life.
My body practically levitates from the bed.
