Page 128 of On a Fault Line

My mouth gapes.

A sex toy?

“Did you just happen to find that on accident?”

He spins it around in his hand. “Maybe.”

“You are just walking around with a pocket full of tricks…”

I don’t remember him having it while we were in the pool. I can’t imagine him having it in the water where it could easily fall out—but what do I know? I’m either oblivious or he’s a magician.

My eyes study the curved device while Collins does what he does best—keeps quiet.

I motion toward the toy. “Is that for you or for me?”

There.I got him to smirk.

Finally.

I hate when he’s this serious. I think it just makes me nervous over his next move.

“Scoot back, bend your knees, and place your feet up on the counter.”

I do as I’m told, mainly because I’m curious what Collins has planned.

He rotates the toy in his hands, and then brings it to my lips. I open and suck on the smooth device, lubricating it with my saliva and testing its weight on my tongue.

“You are such a sight. A feast for my eyes.”

His words of praise help soften me, as I melt right onto the countertop.

Who needs spit when I have been charged and ready to go all day?

Collins removes the toy from my mouth and then presses it to my clit, making me jerk from the contrast. With a delicate touch, he inserts the device into me and then adjusts the external arm to align on top of my clit.

When he has it situated to his liking, Collins stands up and unzips my tote bag. He pulls out my panties and helps me into them while I’m still perched on the counter like some cupcake on display in the window at a bakery.

Just when I start to question what is so special about the toy embedded inside of me, Collins hits some button on a tiny remote, and suddenly I’m transported to another place in my head.

Staring up at the ceiling, I let out a moan. “I, ah, I…”

My bottom wiggles, trying to get away from the vibrating sensations wreaking havoc on what I can only assume is my G-spot. But the piece that is sitting on my clit, with my panties holding it firmly into place, is my ultimate undoing. That thing needs to go away or I will…

“Don’t come.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Tsk, tsk.”

“Listening to you make these wonky demands is like listening to someone give directions on how to get to purgatory.”

Collins narrows his eyes, locking them in with mine. “That’s no way to speak to your deliverer of pleasure, is it?”

My eyes squeeze shut, and I instantly feel the moisture breaking out from the corners. I’m going to die. I’m going to die on this bathroom vanity from…I don’t know what.

But I just know I’m a goner.

“Turn it off.”

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