Page 53 of Ice Contact
We lie in bed, basking in the euphoria of being well taken care of. But now I’ve recovered a bit, I’m still wide awake and hungry for more.
“Olivia,” I sing song, stilling her fingers as they glide through my chest hair, “are you up for some more excitement this evening?”
“What did you have in mind, sir?”Fuck me, the sound of that word coming out of her mouth could take over cities.
“I have a gift for you.”
Her eyes widen, staring back at me, lighting up in the dark room at the mention of a gift.
“You got me a present?”
“Yep. Wait right here,” I say, quickly hopping out of bed and grabbing a small bag from my closet.
“What is it?” she asks almost giddy, smiling from ear to ear. I love making her smile.God I can’t wait to shower her with gifts.Every holiday, birthday, anniversary, and even the fake ones invented by greeting card companies.
“Remember when we talked about phone sex, and I said I had an idea?” Her eyes widen and her fingers tighten around the sheets, her embarrassment starting to creep up. Sitting on the bed beside her, I place my arm around her shoulders as I hand her my gift.
Olivia opens the bag, her eyes still wide and unable to speak as she pulls the pink toy out and stares at me.
“There’s an app that goes with it and I have it downloaded on my phone. That way, when I’m out of town, even if you don’t want to talk or video chat with me, I can still help you get off. I have a similar one, too, I’ll pack on my road trips.”
Her cheeks flush as she darts her glaze between me and the toy. “Hayes. This is…. wow…it’s…”
“Is this okay? Do you have many sex toys?”
“Yeah. I have a couple. They are super old school…nothing with Bluetooth!” she giggles as I throw my head back with laughter.
Sobering, I gently kiss along her neck, whispering each word in her ear. “I thought we could test it out tonight, so we know what we’re doing the next time I’m out of town.”
She flashes me a warm smile, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
“Lie back, sweet girl,” I say as I gently lean her back onto the bed. I’ve already gotten the toy synced with my phone, and I’m already hard picturing Olivia using this. I open the app and turn it on to the lowest setting, the toy vibrating in Olivia’s hand.
“Oh my God…. Wow. This is….powerful,” she says.
“I think you can handle it,” I say with a wink, stroking her face with my hand. “Want to show me how you’ll use that next time I’m out of town?”
Olivia looks at me with trepidation.Has she never played with toys with another man before?
“Listen, if this is too much right now, it’s okay. Use the ‘z’ word if you need to. But, please know you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I love every part of your heart and every inch of your body. I only want to make you feel good, never embarrassed. Okay?”
A small tear forms as she nods, her chin dropping to her chest as she looks at me through her lashes.
“Hayes, I fucking love you so much. You’ve given me so much power, confidence, and freedom to be myself. But this is all foreign to me, and sometimes Old Olivia is going to rear her ugly head. It’s not that I’ve never used a vibrator before, it was just always on my own. I felt like I had to keep it a secret from anyone I was with. I never could have used toys with any of my former partners. I was always too self-conscious and worried it would be awkward.” She lifts her head, leaning forward until her forehead rests against mine. “I don’t feel that way with you. It’s just…new for me.”
My heart breaks at the vulnerability in her voice; my body desperate to take away her fear and self-doubt. “I have so many new things I want us to do together. This is just the start. Here,” I take the toy out of her hand, “why don’t I help you get started?”
I slowly rub the toy down her chest, taking extra time over her sensitive, peaked nipples, holding it there until Olivia moans, writhing beneath me. I continue moving the vibrator down her stomach, hovering above the apex of her thighs. I spread her legs wide to give me better access to that sweet, sweet, wetness I am certain is still there and building once more. Slowly moving the toy across her pink center, I lightly press it against her entrance, watching Olivia begin to moan. Her singing may be a siren song, but her moaning makes me lose control.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” she whimpers, her hips grinding against the toy, slowly move it toward her most sensitive part. Reaching up, I grab her hand and pull it down to grip the vibrator along with me. Slowly, gently, teasing it up and down her soaking slit.
Leaning down, I whisper, “Olivia, can you hold this for a minute while I adjust the settings on the app to see what drives you wild?”
“Fuck, yes Hayes,” she says with shattered breaths.
I smile proudly at her braveness, and I feel like my heart has just learned to beat knowing she’s comfortable with me. Nothing brings me more joy than witnessing her growing self-confidence and knowing I had even the slightest part to play in it.
Pressing my mouth against her sensitive neck, I suck hard enough to bruise before sitting up and taking out my phone. I run through a few settings as she pleasures herself with the toy. She moans through several of the patterns I hit.
