Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Real men aren’t intimidated by toys.” I flash a wicked smile. “And they like to know every possible way to get their partner off.”
“Every possible way.” She touches her fingertips to her chest. “Oh, my.”
She leans toward the nightstand, stretching and arching her back in a way that’s tempting as fuck. My heart rate revs as she digs around in the drawer for a few seconds. Finally, she pulls out a little white-and-purple wand with what looks like two pointy purple bunny ears.
“That’s it?” I ask.
She slants a warning look my way. “You said you wouldn’t judge.”
“No judging.” I hold up my hands.
She flicks a button and the little thing buzzes to life, ears vibrating like crazy. Stronger motor than I expected. She clicks it off and stares at me.
“Well?” I prompt.
“Your pants are still on.”
Biting my lip to hold in my laughter, I unbuckle my belt. She slicks her tongue over her bottom lip, eyes shining with anticipation. The way she looks at me could easily turn into my new favorite addiction.
Before taking off my jeans, I pull a few condoms from my pocket and toss them on the floor next to my foot.
Emily crawls to the edge of the bed and slips her fingers under the band of my boxer briefs.
“No.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “You only said pants off. Be a good girl and honor your end of the deal.”
My voice remains firm and steady, but fuck me, if her hand slides any lower, this game is over.
“Fair,” she concedes, nodding and moving back into the center of the bed.
“No.” I ease onto the stool, dragging it as close as possible. “Down here.” I pat the foot of the bed.
The first hint of real unease flickers over her expression. “That’s, um, really front and center.”
“I don’t want to miss anything.”
She bites her lip.
“What are you worried about?”
“Dimples on my thighs? Stray hairs?” She shrugs. “I don’t know.”
I bark out a harsh laugh. “I assure you I’ll be one hundred percent focused on where that rabbit is.”
She lets out an annoyed huff. “Fine.” Quickly, she scooches toward me. When she stops, she’s still too far away. I wrap my hands around her ankles and drag her all the way to the edge.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it with you watching so damn close,” she mutters.
“Yes, you can.” I tease my fingers over the straps of her underwear. “Need help?”
“No.” She tilts her head. “Do you want to watch how I do it, or is this purely for your viewing pleasure?”
Interesting way to put it. And I understand the difference better than she realizes. Women writhe, moan, and roll around touching themselves in the hopes of capturing my attention all the time. That’s not what I need or want from Emily, though.
“I don’t want a performance, Emily,” I answer honestly. “I want the real you. All of you. Pretend I’m not here.”
“That’s kind of hard to do when you’re right up in my business.” She waves her hand between us.
I sit back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ll behave.”
“Okay.” She’s still hesitant but she brings her legs up, placing her feet on the bed and leaning back on her elbows.
I open my mouth, then swallow down my filthy words. I promised to be a silent viewer. And I’m dying to see exactly what she likes.
“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mutters so low I almost don’t catch the words.
Then she clicks on the vibrator and I fight the urge to tell her to open her legs.
She’s slow at first. Tentative. Because I’m here or that’s how she normally starts, I’m not sure. I uncross my arms and lean forward.
“Are you watching?” she whispers.
I’m close enough to brush my lips against her shin and kiss the inside of her knee, silently answering her question.
“Oh.” She lets out a shivery little laugh and parts her legs.
Much better.
Nervous or not, the fabric between her legs is slightly darker than the rest of the material. Evidence this is turning her on. She drags the little rabbit over her underwear, lazily tracing a path along the seam of her lips. Each time she passes over her clit her body jumps the tiniest bit. After a few minutes of gentle teasing, she lifts her hips and hooks her free hand in her underwear.
“Off?” I ask, my hands already gripping the fabric.
She whimpers and nods.
I ease them down her legs, dropping them on the floor.
“Good girl.” I curl my hand around one of her ankles and kiss her calf. “Keep going. Please.”
She presses the rabbit tightly against her body and lifts her hips, chasing release. After a few maddening circles, a frustrated sound tears from her throat.
“Shh. Relax.” I kiss her other leg. “You’re so beautiful. Slow down. There’s no rush.”