“So good,” she hummed, licking me and kissing my inner thighs as she finally let up. “I want to do this all night long, just like this.”
I snorted, sitting up and pulling her to her knees to kiss her hard. “You’d never get rid of me again if you did. I’d be a permanent part of this bed, waiting for you to do it again for the rest of forever.”
She smiled against my lips and straddled my thighs when I pulled her in to sit on them. “I like the sound of that.”
I could feel her arousal when she rocked against my pubic bone, almost like she didn’t realize she was doing it as we kissed. But I wanted nothing more than to make her shatter like she’d done to me. I needed it.
I needed to make her mine in the same way.
I rolled her over so she was on her back, and I was on top of her. Instantly, our legs wound around each other, and she rocked her wet pussy against mine, making us both moan.
We lay there, eyes wide open, rocking against each other in one of the most intimate moments of my life.
“Rhea,” she panted with her lips rosy and swollen from my kisses as she ran her hands over my neck and shoulders, “I want to come so bad.”
“I think you’ve earned that,” I kissed her, rocking faster as pleasure bloomed in my own belly. “You feel so damn good like this, I’m crazed by it.”
“Come with me.” She gasped, licking her lips and widening her legs just right as her need to come became desperate, matching my need to get her there. “Please, Rhea. Lose yourself with me.”
“Mmh,” my lips parted on a silent pant as her back bowed beneath me, nails digging into my skin as she came. “Good girl,” I praised, watching her shatter as her blue eyes closed and her skin flushed. “That’s it, Goldie. I’m with you, I’m coming too.”
“Please, yes!” She opened her eyes and stared at me as we came together, bodies rocking in a desperate rhythm, chasing and giving in each second. Her cries filled my ears and settled into my soul. “My God!”
I smirked and kissed every inch of her skin that I could reach as my hips slowed, coming off the ecstasy and falling back into that leisurely slow and sensual bliss we found when we first fellonto her bed together. “I could watch you orgasm every single second and never tire of it.”
She chuckled, and I rolled so we were on our sides, bodies still entwined, and she rolled her hips, pushing her thigh between mine and against my sensitive clit, drawing a breathless moan from my lips. “I think I’m going to make it my mission to do this as much as humanly possible. Because I can’t remember another time I’ve felt so on fire. It’s like my entire body is burning and it just keeps growing.” Her fingers danced across my shoulders as we built that tempo back up again until I was near yet another orgasm.
“Not yet,” I rolled her and spread her thighs wide around my waist as I kissed my way down her soft stomach and made her giggle when my lips tickled her. “I remember you said something about toys.”
She groaned a deep, breathy noise as she sat up on her elbows. “Can I play with you and them?”
I chuckled and shook my head, laying kisses on her pubic bone. “No.”
A cute little pout teased her angelic face, and then I slid my tongue over her clit, and it morphed into a hungry gaze. “But why?”
“Because I want to play with you.” I replied, sucking her clit into my mouth and watching as her head fell back and goosebumps exploded across her skin. “I want to make you shatter over and over for me, Goldie.”
She grunted, “You’re already accomplishing that.” A grin spread across her face. “Fine. They’re in the trunk at the side of the bed.”
I glanced over to where she was pointing at a large white trunk that sat under a window with a dozen cushions and pillows on top of it. It looked like a cute, whimsical little reading nook,but something told me the contents inside were going to surprise me.
I slid off the bed, and she rolled over on her side to watch me as I undid the latches on the front, glancing at her before lifting the lid.
“Jesus, Marigold James. You dirty, dirty girl.” I surmised, staring down at the expansive collection of toys hidden in her cute little trunk.
She giggled and shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly, “I like to orgasm. And I’ve been single for a long time, so—” She winked.
They were all organized on little trays and bins, all velvet-lined and pristine like a prized collection of invaluable jewels inside a family vault.
And I was going to use them all to make her forget her own name before the sun came up.
Lifting a pair of leather cuffs and a vibrator with dual penetrating heads on it from the trunk, I turned back to her. Her smirk morphed into a full-on smile as I sauntered back over to her.
“Tell me something, Goldie.” I leaned on the bed and teased the tip of the vibrator over her delicious hip curve to the dip at her waist, and she shuddered. “What comes to mind when I say the wordsforced orgasms?”
She took a shuddering breath and rolled over onto her back, opening her legs and drawing my attention to the pretty pink blush of her lower lips. “I think the phraseI’ll try anything onceis the first thing that comes to mind.”
“Good girl.” I mused with a grin. “Now let’s see what you think when the sun comes up.”