Page 86 of Love Without Control

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I-I didn’t want to wake you up.”

His bulge throbbed against my belly as he leaned forward, his nose almost touching mine. “If my wife has needs, I will take care of them. Any time. Any place.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. His tone oozed complete filth, and I felt the need to do the sign of the cross.You’re not even Catholic, Eden, the voice in my head reminded me.

“I guess you’re one of those men who thinks women shouldn’t have… devices,” I said defiantly, trying to control the hitch in my breathing.

The villainous curve of his lips was slow and deliberate as he dragged the vibrator up the inside of one of my thighs.

“Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t think for a second that I’m intimidated by sex toys. I consider them my teammates, not my enemies.” Dane leaned forward until his lips were pressed against my ear, dropping his voice to almost a whisper. “They can add endless hours of fun to playtime.”

He punctuated that naughty little bomb by tapping the bulbous head of the toy against my sex. I swallowed hard. Did he sayhours?

“It was dead, so I was looking for a charger,” I admitted. “The little ears don’t flicker without power.” I gestured toward the clit-tickling rabbit ears at the base of the toy with one circle of my fingers.

He rubbed the vibrator back and forth between my legs, and my breaths seemed to get lost somewhere between my lungs and my mouth.

“There are… other things that flicker,” he informed me coolly, dragging his tongue along my bottom lip to emphasize exactlywhatkind of flickering he was talking about. “If that’s something you’re interested in.”

“I d-don’t… know,” I stuttered out.

His grin widened. “Oh, I think you do know. Should I put the Christmas tree back up to remind you?”

Visions of me sprawled on the floor with Dane’s head between my legs flickered through my muddy brain, and I groaned. “Dane…”

His mouth closed over mine at the same time he increased the pressure of the vibrator against my core. His tongue gave me a very convincing demonstration of his skill, and then he moaned into my mouth, “Say yes, Eden.”

I breathed, “Yes,” into his, and a minute later, my shorts and underwear were puddled on the floor, I was sitting on the counter, and a huge hulk of a man was kneeling between my thighs. He even took time to wash the toy since it had fallen on the floor.

Dane’s eyes looked almost metallic when they met mine in the dim light, and he spat on the head of the vibrator.Whyyyy? Why is that so hot?

“Put your heels on the counter,” he demanded, and my feet asked no questions before doing exactly as asked. Lifting the toy, he slid the wet head of it through my slit, bumping against my clit with every pass. Then he pressed it forward until the crown was inside me. “I believe I promised you some flickering.”

With that, his mouth went to work, that marvelous tongue of his battering my clit as he began fucking me slowly with the vibrator. Tilting the device slightly, he found a spot that had my knees snapping shut around his ears. He glared up at me.

“Keep your fucking legs open, or I’ll stop.”

Dear. God.No one had ever been bossy with me like that, and I fucking liked it. Widening my legs, I thumped my head back against the cabinet as he resumed his previous activities. The slow fuck. The quick tongue. It all promised an impending orgasm that I was sure would blow the top of my head off.

When Dane pressed the cock deep and gave a swirl of his wrist, the pressure of his tongue on my little button intensified. “Oh shit, I’m close,” I panted as he sped up the thrusts inside me. “I’m… I’m…”

No more words were forthcoming as my body exploded like a supernova fracturing in the depths of space. All sounds were muffled except for his grunts and slurps as he pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with his tongue.

Dane lapped up everything I was giving him, and it was a lot. My climax seemed to go on forever as his mouth coaxed and tasted. “Fuck, you have the sweetest little pussy, Wildcat,” he mumbled into me, and I felt another gush of wetness escape me.

He grinned up at me. I wasn’t sure how he managed to smile and eat me out at the same time, but he was talented like that. As I began to come down, a dull pain pulsed through my fingers, and I realized I’d been clenching the counter until the edge was almost cutting into my flesh.

Loosening my grip, I took several deep breaths and asked, “What are you smiling about?”

He rose, his face covered with my arousal, and held my jaw in one hand. “I just realized my wife has a praise kink.”

“No I don’t,” I protested, and he chuckled.

“Oh, I think you do, Eden. Why don’t I see for myself.” He slipped one long finger inside me and leaned close. I could smell myself on his breath when he purred, “You are so fucking beautiful when you come on my face, baby girl. And you taste like my own personal nectar.”

Goddammit. He was right. I liked the hell out of that, and my pussy did too, clamping down around his invading finger.

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