Page 53 of Reverb
“Yeah, that’s good.” Each word was breathless.
He licked the tip of one nipple. “Nice to know.” Her laugh turned into a low moan when he closed his mouth over her breast. She tasted of salt and heat, the scent of whatever she’d used in the shower still lingering, despite all that they’d done so far.
Now it was her turn to curse and tangle fingers into his hair. “Fuck, David. It’s too much.” He backed off and met her wild gaze. “I mean, it’s good. Really fucking good. But also too good.”
“Slower, then?” He kissed the valley between her breasts.
“Actually,lower.” Her smile was lazy. “If you please.”
Oh, that he could do. “Maybe you should grip the headboard.”
“Nah. I like your hair. And besides, my bed, my rules.”
He laughed against her belly button. “Fair.” Then he licked circles around it, savoring how the muscles underneath trembled, how Mish’s breath hitched.
“Lower,” she murmured again.
“Getting there, baby.” He drew his hand over her thigh and up between, slipping his finger along her slit, even as he worked his mouth down her body so slowly.
“Fucking tease!” Her fingers tightened in his hair and she urged him down farther. To take her in his mouth. To slip inside.
“Turnabout, sweetheart.” He kissed her mound, then slid his tongue over her clit.
She bucked against him, her cry low and so sexy. God, he could get used to that. Used to this. Her banter, her taste. He slipped a finger inside her while licking slow circles around her nub.
The grip of his head tightened almost painfully. “Like youmeanit, David.” Mish practically growled the words. Commanding. Compelling.
“As you wish, my queen.” Then he gave her exactly what she’d asked for, and that was perfect, too. Her cries, the tug on his head, the way her thighs trapped him there. He sucked her clit and fucked her with two fingers, curling and stretching until she was practically levitating off the bed and shouting his name loud enough that the whole damn floor probably knew who’d made her come.
He slowed a little, easing her down, but not stopping completely until she pulled him up. “How big a dick you got in that bag of yours?”
He met her passionate, desperate kiss with one of his own. “Why don’t I show you, and you can pick?” he said against her lips.
Her exhale was a moan. “I can do that.”
God, the most exciting, fucking wonderful thing about this night was Mish being turned on byhim. By his body. By his bag of dicks. Thenormalcyof it.
There’d been little awkwardness—and what had been had come from him. “You’re fucking magical, baby.” He claimed another kiss.
She smiled against his mouth, then laid a hand on his chest and pushed. “Dicks.”
He laughed at that and crawled to the foot of the bed to retrieve his harness and cocks from his duffel. He handed the bag that held the dicks to Mish. Three dildos, all pretty much the same length, but of varying thicknesses. Different colors, though.
He enjoyed that he could have a purple dick. Or neon blue. Why not? They were an extension of him—might as well have some personality.
The one Mish had pulled out of the bag was the thickest. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes a little wide. “It’s...tie-dyed.”
Not exactly the response he’d expected, and he laughed. “It is, yeah. I liked the colors.”
“It’s also huge,” she murmured. “God, David. I can’t even imagine.”
He couldn’t help his grin or the gravel in his voice. “You don’t have to imagine, you know.”
She shivered, and handed that one to him. “Yeah, all right.”
He tucked away the others and pulled out a condom and some lube. No questions from Mish. She’d probably been around toys before, which didn’t surprise him, though he did wonder if she had her own collection of strap-ons.
“Can I watch you put it on? I know some people don’t like that, but...”
