Page 68 of My Salvation
“This is so fucking good. If I didn’t love you before, I do now. Want to move in with me?” I laugh as I look up at Lev.
His face is serious as he stares at me with something that looks like love in his eyes. He then laughs and jokingly responds, “When you can love me for me, and not my food, then we’ll talk about love and moving in together.” He glances at Shaw and Lowell, as if to gauge their reaction.
Conscious of the hidden meaning, I am serious when I reply, “The time to have that discussion is coming soon, I believe.” Straightening up, I fold my arms across my chest. “Now, for the serious question of the night, do you have any ice cream to go with this masterpiece?”
He winks and walks over to the freezer to get some ice cream.
Glancing up at Lowell, his head is cocked as he listens to me and Lev banter about love and moving in together. Intense thoughts shadow his face before he leans down and captures me in a passionate kiss. The flavors from the rich, dark chocolate of the cake and robust wine heighten an already sensual experience. Breaking the kiss, I stare up at him with a question in my eyes. He only strokes a finger down my face before picking up his fork.
Shaw, ever the observer, notices my flinch when I move back into my seat after the kiss. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Blushing, I reassure him, “I’m very good. Not hurt.”
Lowell, for some reason, feels the need to explain. “She’s not hurt.” Looking at me for permission, he continues once I shrug. “She’s aroused. I inserted Ben Wa balls, and she’s feeling their effects.” He takes a sip of wine and smirks at me.
Stunned silence greets the kitchen at Lowell’s announcement.
“Fuck, I can’t take anymore. I’m out of here. Going to take a shower.” Lev walks around the island and peeks into my robe before giving me a kiss goodnight. “A long shower.” He glares at Lowell before stalking out.
Lowell chuckles softly.
Raising my head, I meet Shaw’s burning gaze. My face feels like it’s on fire now. Embarrassed, I turn back to Lowell and catch him having a silent conversation with Shaw before he looks down and asks me, “What would you say to having Shaw join us tonight?”
Shocked, I look at him. “What? Together? But it’s your night.”
Lowell notices I didn’t immediately say no. “Is that your only concern? If so, I’ve already had an incredible night with you. I plan to have many, many more nights with you, my dear. As long as you’re happy and pleasured, why would I mind?”
Well...OK. A warm feeling crosses my chest as I think about those many nights. I wouldn’t really have pegged Lowell as the sharing type. Images of them both flow through my mind. My nipples tighten and body shifts as I see us all together.
Looking at Shaw, I see his frown. “If this makes you uncomfortable, we can wait, Angel. Like Lowell said, we will have plenty of nights.”
“Shaw, we haven’t really progressed to that point yet in our relationship. I’m torn between what I should do and what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?” His brown eyes darken as he watches the conflict on my face.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Coming to a decision, I decide to go for it. “If Lowell doesn’t mind...” I look up at Lowell and see his smile. “Then I want you both tonight.”
A smile blooms on Shaw’s face. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a quick shower while you two finish your cake and wine. I’ll meet you in Shaw’s room.” Striding over, he grabs my head in his hands and crushes me with a deep kiss. Moaning, I clutch at his broad shoulders.
Yes, I want this man.
He breaks off the kiss and walks out of the room. When I turn back to Lowell, he is holding up one of my strawberries. Opening my mouth, he teases me with it before finally feeding me.
Yum, so fresh.
Juice squirts out as I bite into it, running down my chin and dripping on my left breast. Lowell grabs my wrist before I can wipe it up. He gets off the barstool and squats down. Parting my robe, he licks the drops of strawberry from my breast.
“Oh, so sweet, my dear. It reminds me of another sweet from earlier this evening.” Chuckling, he helps me stand. “I’d pick you up and carry you, but I believe we should walk off this cake, don’t you?”
Um, right. Ben Wa balls. They had pretty much settled while I was sitting until I barely remembered them.
After taking a few steps, I gasp as they knock together. It’s like I forgot what they felt like for a second. Reaching out to the door frame, I glare back at Lowell, who’s still laughing behind me. I don’t mind them, but combined with the sensitivity from our first round, it’s a bit of a torture fest.
By the time we’re back upstairs, my nipples are hard and stiff, and my clit is pulsing with need. Lowell takes my robe off me and leads me over to the bed. Standing by the side, I wait for his instructions. I can tell his natural, controlling nature is coming out to play and he needs me submissive to his demands.
Pleased, he murmurs, “That deserves a reward, my dear.” Laying me sideways on the bed, he spreads my legs before reaching down to insert a finger into me. He removes the Ben Wa balls and begins stroking my pussy. “Mmm, you’re so wet already, let’s go straight to three.” He inserts two more fingers. Moaning, I raise my hips to meet the thrusts of his long fingers, which feel so good as they slide in and out of me. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
Leaning over me further, he sucks hard on my nipple. Arching, I push closer to him. “Mm. Harder, Lowell.” Pulling back, he blows on my nipple before reaching down and tightening the clamp. A quick sting of pain hits me before I feel only the tight sensation. “Again. Please, Lowell.” He repeats this on the other nipple. Whimpering, my head rolls from side to side as the pleasure and pain swirl inside me.
