Page 20 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Gray was not insecure with the use of toys if it enhanced her experience and replied, “Excellent,” he nodded approvingly. “Have you ever tried the Hitachi Magic Wand before?” he inquired.

“No. I’m not sure what that is exactly,” Angelica replied.

Edward left the bed momentarily and walked over to the oversized triple dresser and opened one of the drawers. He produced a long, shrink-wrapped box the length of a loaf of bread from the drawer. He pulled the plastic wrap from the shiny new box and opened it to reveal her first Magic Wand vibrator. Edward handed her the end of the white device and encouraged her to feel it with her hand. It had a small tennis ball-shaped flexible head that was slightly soft to the touch but firm. Next, he turned on the switch for the powerful battery-operated device.

Angelica was already intimidated by the size of the wand—perhaps the size of her entire forearm, she thought. But, when Edward turned the power button on, she blurted out, “Wow! It’s so strong.” Her eyes widened at the thought of the powerful wand being anywhere near her delicate parts.

Gray smiled knowingly but understanding her hesitation still could not resist letting her know, “And that is just on the low of several available speeds,” he informed her.

“Oh my gosh…” Angelica said with a bit of doubt creeping into her voice.

“Nothing to worry about. Just wanted you to be familiar with it should you ever want to explore it a bit,” Edward consoled her. “It is used in adult videos of late almost exclusively because of the amazing results it can produce.”

“Oh, is that so?” she replied with a hint of renewed interest. “Maybe sometime,” she said, leaving it open for discussion.

Edward then cleaned the toy with high-quality sanitizing cleaner especially made for sex toys and laid it on a clean white towel on the nightstand. She watched the care he took with anything that might touch her for it to be immaculately clean, even though brand new.

“Now, close your eyes for me,” he said softly, “and simply feel.” His hands traced from her cheek and jaw down her neck, full of secrets and desires long hidden, awakening now as he caressed her breasts full in the palms of his strong hands. Then, as he stroked with ten fingers across her core to her hips, he lifted and turned her so that her legs opened toward him as he stood beside the bed.

Next, Gray knelt on the floor as if at an altar for a sacred and safe connection to her ultimate source of pleasure. Then, gently opening her knees wide to expose her moist and very delicate lips, he stroked first with gentle fingertips, which she remembered so intently, but then with his talented and knowing tongue.

The feeling of his velvety tongue took her instantly to new levels of energy coursing through her. “Oh!” Angelica cried out one lone syllable at the first touch of Edward’s tongue like a perfect ache.

Rhythmically and slowly, he grazed her delicate clitoris to peaks of excitement again and again as he stroked her with just the tips of two fingers circling slowly inside her. His tongue played her masterfully like an orchestra leader, finding all the peaks and valleys of emotion roaring then soothing, then roaring again and again while stroking her G-spot with just an ounce of perfect pressure.

She felt her legs shake and then shake again. Her core quivered as her whole body tightened, and when she knew it was already too late, she begged out loud, “Please…”

Sensing she was long past the point of no return, Gray demanded, “Please, what?” he urged her for more.

“Please, sir…” she mustered.

“Say it louder!” Gray pushed her, edging her closer and closer but not releasing her yet.

“Please, sir, may I cum?!” she finally shouted in blissful agony as her climax was already to full roll.

“Yes. You may cum just one time.”

It was as if the dam finally broke, and all the pent-up water pressure that had ever existed inside of her came rushing out all at once. Gushing, literally as she convulsed and locked up, unable to move. Then Gray opened her legs wide and picked up the Magic Wand toy from the nightstand.

“Give me your right hand,” he instructed her with urgency.

She complied, reaching towards Edward with her right hand open. He turned on the Magic Wand to low, and the device sprang to life again. He placed it in her hand with the magic vibrating head pointed downward towards her still quivering mound of pleasure. He guided her hand with the toy pulsing hard right to her point of peak excitement and sensitivity.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned loudly at first contact with the toy—right as she was already climaxing. He released her hand to continue unguided so she could adjust the amount of pressure of its touch. And, within just a breath or two, he slid all of his thickness inside of her in one long, deep stroke and just held it still inside her, buried to the bone.

Angelica’s back arched hard, and she was locked physically at peak so hard she could not move and could hardly breathe. She could feel the pulsing and vibration of the wand on the outside and having all of him buried deep inside her; reaching all the way to his length buried to her very core. It was pure agony and ecstasy—all at the exact same moment.

She did not want it to end but was unsure if she could stand it for even another moment. So, she finally moved the toy away. Still trembling, the little aftershocks still rumbling through her body, she could not speak. Barely breathing and then gulping the air finally, the first exhale was the hardest.

Gray loved feeling wave after wave of her still trembling around the thickness of his very hard cock. He held still, not moving his hips, at least not yet but just feeling each of her soft trembles. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed back once, then again. He took her lower lip into his mouth, while the fullness of his length was still buried deep inside her. As their kissing grew more passionate, he began slowly moving his hips with long, slow, deep strokes inside her still. “Oh…” she sighed. “Just a minute.” She still needed to recover and gather herself back.

“No,” he insisted. “Take me all the way inside you. You can do it.” As she opened her bent knees wider, she reached around him and placed her hands on his toned, muscular ass, pulling him into her more profoundly with each stroke.

Hours passed in the Red Playroom, and with them so did every position Angelica could imagine possible played out, along with one very long and much-needed break in the middle of playtime to rest and recover. They drained several of the bottled waters and each other. Angelica lost count of her orgasms at seven or eight—possibly even nine. She couldn’t remember how many.

But one thing she remembered quite clearly. Never ever before with anyone else had it felt like this.

She looked at Edward lying on the bed, with his toned, tan swimmer’s type body, and smiled as he said to her, “Come lay next to me and rest your head on my shoulder.”

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