Page 110 of The Perfect Love

“Good,” she purrs, grabbing my hand. “Come with me.” She leads me down the hall to the bedroom.

“Bedroom surprises?”

She shuts the door behind us, then leads me over to the bed and pushes me onto it.

“Consider it a late birthday gift.” She pulls a box from the bottom of her nightstand and sets it on my lap. “Open.”

My brows lift, but I don’t say anything. I have no idea what to expect. She climbs onto the bed next to me and watches as I lift the top and lift some tissue paper out of the way.

Oh. Oh, damn.

Staring back at me is a Fleshlight.

“Chels, what…”

“So, when we were down in New York City, a few of us stopped by an adult store and picked things out. I have plenty of toys, but I bought this for you.” Her lips press into my neck, her breath tickling my skin when she speaks again. “You have been so patient with me, and I want you to have something special to take care of yourself with. I hate how many times you’ve walked out of here with a hard-on.”

“While I appreciate this, and it looks fun, my cock is not your responsibility. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”

“And this will help you do it.”

She kisses up my neck and across my cheek, turning my head so my lips meet hers.

My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans, way too excited by this turn of events.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“Use it.” She leans over and pulls something from the drawer. “While I use this.”

She holds up a vibrator, and I pull her onto my lap, my hands skating up her back as our lips collide in rough kisses.

She pushes me back, so I’m lying flat, and meets my eyes. “I’m ready to be naked with you. Like this. And maybe for you to touch me a little.”

I push past the urge to ask if she’s sure. Only she can decide that. I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to undermine her.

“Then I’m yours.”

She gives me another hard kiss. Then it’s a frantic race to get our clothes off. Get naked.

We’ve seen each other—held each other—like this before. But it’s never been moving toward sex.

There’s a flash in her eyes, the briefest hint of hesitance, but she quickly pushes it away, her eyes drifting over my body. Then there’s a different flare in her eyes. Lust. But instead of flitting away, it burns deeper, until we’re side by side on the bed.

She adds some lube to the toy for me, then hands it and the lube to me.

She watches raptly as I squirt some into my hand and stroke my cock a few times.

“Mm. It’s hard not to touch.”

“You can if you want.”

She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

But as if in consolation, she leans over and kisses me, then drags her lips across my neck as I line up the toy.

She flicks her tongue against my earlobe, then rolls back, lying half on her side as she watches me slowly push the toy down my length.

It holds my cock so tightly, I almost come when I’m halfway in. Plus, Chelsea put so much lube in. Once I’m fully seated in it, I have to hold it in place for a minute, letting myself adjust.

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