Page 110 of You Found Me
Now isn’t the time for me to think about that. I’m choosing to focus on the fact that he wants to take that step with me.
“Have you ever done it before?” I ask and he starts to answer but I cut him off, “Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know about the other women before me.”
“You don’t have to hear about other women in this instance because no, I’ve never done so with anyone.” My shoulders relax and I realize I’d tensed up. “That’s not to say I’ve never wanted to try it. I can only assume this isn’t a new desire for you?” Shaking my head, he continues, “Let me guess, he didn’t handle it well?”
“Ding ding ding,” I say sarcastically.
“Douche-canoe,” he mutters to himself, making me laugh. “Once again, his loss is my gain. I’m sure you know we can’t jump right into it, right?”
“Yeah, I know. I might have started working on it myself. And it’s possible that Mia has helped.”
When his eyes almost bug out of his head, I realize how that sounds.
“Oh god.No.I only meant she got me a training kit after I mentioned it one night when we were drinking.”
“I know you guys are close, all of you, but I didn’t think it wasthatkind of close,” he laughs. “Not even a little surprised she got something so personal for you. She’s a handful.”
“That she is.”
“Have you opened them?”
I feel hot again. “I have. And it’s possible I’ve used the smallest one once.”
“Fuck me, Emmy. How did it feel?”
“It felt incredible. I’ve used a finger before and that was good, but these are tapered to stretch the more you take. They also came with a bullet vibrator that goes inside the plug.”
He looks up at the ceiling, and I can see his mouth moving before he looks back down to me. “And did you use the vibrator with it?”
“I didn’t. I was already feeling overstimulated from that and rubbing my clit that I thought it would be the thing to take me out. And howembarrassingwould my obituary be?”
He shakes his head. “You’re such a dork. If you want to try it with me, we can do it when we get back home.”
The nervousness I felt earlier rears its head again and I look down to my hands as I wring them. “Um . . . actually, I brought them with me—hoping that we might be able to try it out together. Here.”
His eyes darken. “Upstairs. Now.”
And like a trained animal, I jump up with a giggle that I’ve never heard come out of me before and race upstairs. Since we showered after the brownie batter debacle, I don’t need to do that. It might be possible that I prepped myself for this exact thing before I showered, that way if he agreed, I knew I’d be squeaky clean.
After getting naked, I’m bent over, searching through my travel bag on the bench at the foot of the bed for the kit when he comes in. And the only reason I know he’s up here is because I hear him curse. I start to straighten, but he stops me.
“Stay right there. Spread your legs further apart for me.”
I do as he says, waiting for further instruction and for him to realize I’m already wet. My ears pick up on the rustling of clothes while I wait for him to speak. It feels like forever before he says anything and when he does, I feel him run a hand slowly down my back. “You are a goddamn vision, Emmy. Truly.”
“Spence,” I whimper, not knowing what else to say as he makes his way down to my ass before snaking one hand to squeeze my inner thigh.
“Fuck. I can see you’re already dripping for me.”
I can’t find the words, only nodding. It’s when I feel a gentle swipe of his thumb against my slit that I speak, “I need you, Spencer. Please.”
“I know you do. I can see how much you need me. But I think you need something else right now, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.”
“While you could be wet enough, I’d rather make sure this is as painless as possible. Please tell me you thought to bring lube with your kit?”
A breathy scoff escapes, “I did. I have everything we need in this small bag.” I grab it and pass it to him.
