Page 73 of Yearn
If I went downstairs this worked up, “we need to talk” would turn into “do whatever you want,” and that wouldn’t respect him or me because in the end. . .we really did need to have a serious conversation about expectations and any of our concerns.
Basically, I wanted to do everything possible to make sure this situation didn’t get messy.
Therefore, I hadn’t decided to touch myself when I first entered the shower, but it seemed practical now.
Yeah. I may need to have a conversation with Denzel first.
Taking the edge off would let me look Dominic in the eye and say what needed saying like. . .we needed boundaries, clear words, and decent timing.
I studied Denzel.
I’d owned other toys over the years—sleek wands, glossy rabbits with too many promises—but none of them had been this. . .efficient.
The rose didn’t waste time pretending to be anything but what it was.
Small, discreet, a soft bloom in my hand.
It didn’t rumble my whole pelvis numb or make me wrestle with batteries. It just locked onto my clit and gave me the kind of steady, pulsing focus that felt almost indecent, the kind of sensation no man had ever quite managed with his tongue.
That was why Denzel stayed on my shower shelf and not buried in a drawer.
It was reliable, pretty, and always ready.
“Hi, Denzel. We meet again.” A stupid, breathless laugh escaped me.
For some reason, my hands shook a little when I picked it up.
In my head, I didn’t think about imaginary men or erotic situations.
My thoughts ran straight to Dominic—him at my stove making pancakes with those muscular arms.
And then the flash of his mouth on mine last night and the sight of his huge cock shooting sperm all over the place.
Damn. He is so sexy.
The warm water beat down on my body.
Holding the pink vibrator, I reached between my thighs, brought Denzel to where the ache for Dominic sat insistently, and then closed my eyes.
Yesss. . .
The little motor hummed against my flesh, and my body surrendered with a shiver that clawed up from my core and spread through my veins.
Mmmm.
I pressed it harder against my swollen clit.
The vibrations penetrated deeper, awakening a hunger that made me bite my lower lip.
Mmmhmm.
The speed intensified, matching the thundering pulse between my thighs.
My knees threatened to betray me.
Moaning, I slammed one palm against the slick tile.
My mind drowned in him
