“I’m comfortable,” she assured. “And I will. I promise.”
His smile made her sex tighten.
“Then let’s work on showing you the benefits of the positioner,” he said quietly. He reached into his pocket and withdrew something before he reclined on his side next to her, his elbow bent and hand supporting his head, his manner that of a man who was getting comfortable himself for an interlude of leisurely pleasure. He touched her belly with his pinkie and third finger, caressing her while still holding the object he’d taken from his pocket. Her muscles jumped at the charged contact of his skin against hers. Her head came up off the mattress, trying to keep his stroking hand on her naked body in her sight.
“You’d like to watch?” he asked.
She met his stare and nodded.
He reached behind her and lifted her head gently, placing it on a soft pillow.
“There. How’s that?”
“Good,” she managed.
“You’re wondering what I have in my hand?”
“Yes.”
He moved his hand in front of her vision as if he were doing a magician reveal. She blinked, recognizing he held a small, sleek silver vibrator. It was maybe three inches long, slender, and came to a tip.
“Normally, I’d use lube,” he said, touching the point of the silver vibrator to the skin of her belly. She suppressed a gasp when he hit a button on the thick end, and the tip began to vibrate against her skin. “But considering how wet you are, I don’t think anything artificial will be required.”
Without any further buildup, he calmly inserted the little vibrator into her vagina and clicked the control button, amplifying the power. Harper’s thighs tensed at the sensation, her eyes springing wide, feet flexing in midair. But she couldn’t move; she was a prisoner to the pleasure. He pushed the sex toy in and out of her pussy twice, his manner intent, before he slid it out of her and up between her labia, directly onto her clit. Her abdominal muscles jerked as sensation flooded her.
“It’s pretty intense, isn’t it?” he murmured.
“God, yes.” A film of perspiration had almost immediately broken out on her upper lip, a product of the flash fire that tore through her body. What he was doing to her was exciting enough, but watching his rigid focus as he did those things was even more thrilling.
He suddenly lifted the vibrator, and she choked off a moan.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back. I was just trying to get some of your juices on it.” He lifted the vibrator over her chest. Harper saw that it was, indeed, now slick with her arousal. She held her breath as she watched him lower the glistening tip over one of her nipples, pausing a half inch away from the prickling crest. He smiled. “Look at that. Look how hard it gets, and I haven’t even touched it yet,” he said thickly.
“Jacob,” she muttered, tension and anticipation coiling in her. It broke slightly when he pressed the vibrating tip against her nipple. She gasped and rolled her head on the pillow, pleasure snaking through her. He might have been doing brain surgery, as intent as he was on his task. He leaned over her, watching closely as he stim
ulated her nipple until it was hard and almost painfully sensitive.
Then he moved aside the vibrator and lowered his head, sucking the nipple into his mouth. He’d moved so quickly, a ragged shout erupted from her throat. His tongue lashed and laved at the erect crest before he drew on her with firm force, seemingly intent on sucking every last nuance of her essence into his mouth. Harper forgot all sense of propriety and restraint, moaning helplessly, her head thrashing on the pillow.
By the time he lifted his head, the nipple had grown rosy and distended, and his mouth was slanted and hard from arousal. His gaze fixed on her breast, he dipped his hand between her thighs. He slipped the bullet back into her pussy, pulsing in and out of her liquid channel for a moment.
“I’d like to know what got you this wet, Harper,” he said gruffly.
“What?” she gasped, because the vibrator was distracting her.
“What got you so wet?” he demanded, pulling the bullet out of her slit. “Even before we got started.”
He watched her narrowly through heavy eyelids as he lifted the relubricated bullet toward her other nipple. She bit her lip to prevent moaning like a crazed woman.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, keeping the vibrating silver tip in her sight. “You did.”
“Did the idea of me restraining you like this excite you?”
The bullet came nearer, the tip a fraction of an inch from her beading nipple.
“Harper?”
“Yes,” she choked. She instinctively arched her back, desperate for the little vibrator’s wicked touch on her breast. He’d guessed what she’d do, apparently, because he moved the tip just out of reach of her thrusting breast.