Page 100 of Golden Burn

Smirking,I shove the gun into the side of my pants and shoot back a message. I glance back at Etta, who now stands near the bed, peeking down the hallway to see what’s going on. The sunset pools over her shoulders in streams of reddish pink, stealing my breath. My response is quick.

Odin:Still alive.

Ford:Thank fuck. Open our present! Send pictures!

Dom:DO NOT SEND PICTURES.

Odin:There will be pictures, but for my eyes only.

“What is it?” Etta asks as I come back into the bedroom with the box left by the door. It’s been mailed to this address, with the occupant’s names being Mr. and Mrs. Udon Colt. Etta snorts when she reads it.

Grabbing a steak knife from the mini kitchen, I slice through the sticky tape holding it together. Purple glitter puffs into the air, startling us both. We both rip into the bubble wrap to reveal the presents beneath. When we finally reach them, we both start to laugh.

Sex toys.

Lots of them.

Dildos—both single and strap on. Vibrators—internal and external. Butt plugs, whips, handcuffs, and a huge bottle of lube. At the bottom is a message:

Congratulations to the newly married couple. We hope you enjoy your time together. But in case Odin is lacking in the bedroom department, we have supplied some necessities to keep Etta occupied. We sincerely hope you decide to use them together instead of alone.

Have fun!

Etta holds each of them like their crown jewels. Then she unboxes a pink waterproof vibrator, holds it to her chest, looks me in the eye, and shouts, “Well, it’s been great, see ya!” and races off the bathroom.

“No, you don’t!” I grab her around the waist and throw her onto the bed next to the open box. She laughs as I come down on top of her. “We are definitely trying these outtogether.” I grab the vibrator from her hands, spread her legs, turn it on—pleased to see it’s been charged just enough—and hold it against her.

She jerks, writhing underneath me like I’m tickling her. “Wait, no, I’m not ready! My belly hurts!”

I kiss her stomach and slide up underneath her shirt so I can take one of her nipples into my mouth. Etta moans, holding me there, and I’m gone. I slip the shirt off her so I can lick and suck her chest, getting her body ready for what I’m about to do. “Use it,” I demand and hand her back the vibrator. She takes it, her cheeks flushed, an excited smile curling at her lips. I kiss her deeply, spearing her mouth with my tongue before I pull away and find another toy I want to use.

Etta sighs as she opens her legs and places the tip of the vibrator on her clit. If I was in a more generous mood, I would simply watch and tease her all night long, but I want to be inside her when she comes.

Making quick work of the plastic box of different sized butt plugs, I take out the smallest one and head to the bathroom so I can clean it. Icome back into the room to find Etta’s focus on the black lipstick-sized object. “Care to try?” I ask, settling onto the bed between her spread thighs.

Her breath is shallow as she considers. “Does it hurt?”

“Not if we do it right and start small.”

Etta grins, her decision made. “Okay. I want to try.”

Flushed with heat and lust so deep it burrows into the middle of my marrow, I grab Etta’s hips and spin her over so she’s on all fours. Her breasts swing from the movement, pulling a moan from my throat. I’m gifted with the sight of my wife on her knees, bare back, ass up in the air for me.

“Keep using the vibrator,” I say as I tease her opening with my tongue. Etta shakes as I soften her up and her hips gently buck when the sensations swell. Leaning away, I strip off my shirt and squeeze some lube into my palms. I massage some of it onto Etta and use the rest to coat the plug.

I finger her asshole, placing my pinkie in so she gets used to the feeling. She gasps, tensing. “Baby, relax.”

“I’m so nervous,” she whispers as she gets more and more aroused.

It warms my chest, knowing she’s willing to try. “Don’t be. You’re going to love it.”

“Promise?”

That word rips through my chest, cleaving it open so it’s exposed to the elements of this relationship we’ve formed. I shouldn’t promise her anything; I shouldn’t give her hope. But I can’t deny her any longer. I can’t let her hold herself out on a ledge and not meet her there.

Throat constricted, I answer her, “I promise.” And it’s as easy as breathing now. If she asked, I’d promise her a lot of things. I’d give her the world.

Angling the plug in the correct position, I play with her pussy so she’s being stimulated in all the right places. “I’m going to start pushing it in. Just breathe.”

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