Page 82 of Waiting Forever
A hint of something candy-scented fills the air, though I can’t tell where it’s coming from. On the nightstand rests another box, this one bigger—about the size of a shoe box.
I raise a brow. “Another present?”
“If you want it. No pressure. Just options.”
“Options?” I sit up taller and lean toward it. “Can I open it?”
Nathan takes it from the nightstand and sets it on the bed beside me. He lays a hand on the lid. “These are new, purchased just for you. And me, of course.” He winks. “If you’re up for it. I don’t want to push you into something that’s not you. I don’t need this. You’re all I need, but I also don’t mind treating you to extra fun. While I’ll benefit from what’s in here by watching you get off, the gifts are for your pleasure. Your enhanced experience.”
I tense a little, with excitement and concern. “Should I be nervous?”
He chuckles. “Not at all, but you look nervous.”
“You didn’t use these on other girls, right?” I need to be sure.
“No. This is all new, just for you. Only you. I want this to beourbox of toys. If you’re game.” He sits next to me on the bed. The mattress dips with his weight. He brushes my hair behind my ears and kisses my neck. “Like I said, I don’t need anything but you and all you have to offer. The kink in that box would be added fun—nothing missed, though.” He pulls back and locks his gaze with mine. “Understand?”
I nod and set the box on my lap, curious as hell about what’s inside. If there’s a butt plug or some erotic shit like I saw at that sex-toy party, I’m going to pass. However, I’ve never heard Nathan or the IT guys from the firm talk about stuff like that when they tell stories about him. My imagination is probably worse than what’s inside.
Nathan grips the box on my lap. “Maybe we should put this aside for now.”
I hold it to me. “Wait. I want to see what you like. I want to know. I might like it, too.”
A twinkle shows in his eyes. He moves his hand to my thigh.
I glance from him to the box and remove the lid. Inside is a stick with a feather at the end similar to a quill, a pair of handcuffs with black cushiony cloth wrapping the metal, and a purple rubber item that looks like a ribbed taco. I point to it. “What’s that?”
Nathan slides it onto his finger and turns it on. The taco thingy vibrates, but I’ve never seen a vibrator like that.
Nathan touches my thigh and runs his hand under the hem of my shorts, toward my panties. The vibrating is gentle, relaxing. “You use it here,” he whispers in my ear and presses his vibrating finger to the sensitive spot between my legs.
“Oh.” My breath catches and I flinch at the sparks igniting in my core. “I like this toy.” I sigh. “I like it a lot.”
Nathan kisses under my ear and adds more pressure with his finger.
“Oh, God.” I squirm and rock against the toy, eager for more.
Nathan chuckles. “I thought you might like this.” He guides me to lie on the bed and leans over me, his hand secured between my legs.
“I do,” I whisper and run my hand up his muscular arm. “Because it’s still you—your finger is just enhanced.”
Nathan kisses me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, while his vibrating finger does magical things to me. My blood pumps faster as sensations build in my core quicker than they ever have. Sweat moistens my skin, and soon, I’m rubbing against his finger, pushing myself toward the orgasm I seek.
Moans of agony and pleasure leave my mouth unabashed. “Nathan. Oh, God. I love this. Don’t stop.”
The worst thing happens. He stops.
I huff and stare at him wide-eyed.
“I was losing you.”
“No. You weren’t,” I pant. “I was so close.”
“And so far away.” He kisses my neck. “I want you connected with me each time you come.”
I nod. “Okay. I get it.” It’s sweet as hell, but I’m also eager to orgasm, like yesterday. “Can you put it back now?”
He chuckles and lowers his head, his bang brushing my forehead.
