“I’ll grab a shower.” I climbed out of bed, grateful for the reprieve from talking about my writing.
After showering, I cinched my bathrobe around my waist and went back into the bedroom. Danilo was still on the phone, lounging against the headboard, his muscular chest on display.
Seeing my appreciative look, Danilo smirked as he muttered, “What’s so difficult about racing a car?”
I strolled over to the bed and sat down beside Danilo. The bathrobe fell open, revealing my thighs and a hint of my pussy. Danilo’s eyes darted to the slit, lingering on the apex of my thighs. Leaning back, I picked up a strawberry off the tray and pushed it into my mouth.
Danilo ended the call without a word and narrowed his eyes at me. “Seeing you eat strawberries with your pussy on display like that, I can’t stop wondering what you’d taste like.”
I almost choked on the piece of fruit but quickly masked my shock. “Probably not like strawberry,” I said nonchalantly even though my cheeks flamed.
He held out another strawberry. “I bet you do.”
I took the piece of fruit and brought it to my lips, but Danilo shook his head. I frowned in confusion. He nodded toward my most private area.
My eyes widened, but then I said screw it. Cheeks burning, I brought the strawberry to my folds and dipped it between them. Danilo’s eyes followed the movement, his lips parted. Maybe he’d thought I wouldn’t do it.
I pulled the fruit back out, and Danilo gripped my wrist, guiding my hand to his mouth. He cupped the strawberry with his lips, humming.
Arousal pooled between my legs as I watched him eat the fruit.
“As delicious as I thought.”
I caught his lips in a kiss, but only tasted strawberry, not a hint of myself. Danilo pulled me half on top of him. Our kissing soon became heated and he hand cupped my ass, squeezing, fingertips brushing my folds lightly.
My body clamped up, despite the desire flaming up my veins. Danilo pulled away from the kiss when it became clear that I wouldn’t relax. I let my head droop forward until my forehead rested on his warm chest. I hated my body for doing this to me.It had taken all of my self-control not to take things further, but Sofia’s body had still been tense when I’d stroked her lower back. Her mind was still clinging to the painful past. If I’d pushed her and done what I wanted, fingered her until she came all over my hand, she might have been too tense to enjoy it as she should. I didn’t want to add another bad experience to her memory. If I wanted a fulfilling sex-life, I needed to ensure Sofia only had positive encounters from now on, even if it killed my dick.
“That level of intimacy—” She shook her head. “I can’t . . . not yet. My mind always goes back to that night and then my body clamps up. It’s frustrating.”
I nodded. I’d suspected that. I had to pay the price for my fuck up.
“Why don’t you try touching yourself while I’m in the room?”
She raised her head from my chest, looking resigned. “I don’t even enjoy it very much when I touch myself, not since that night. You said it yourself, it didn’t look pleasurable. I just can’t relax. And if you watched, I’d be too embarrassed to touch myself. It would feel weird.”
I stroked her throat, my fingers playing over her collarbone. I wanted things to progress. Being patient was hard work. Fuck, I wanted to be with Sofia.
Perhaps . . . “I might have an idea how to get you to enjoy yourself in my presence without me having to touch you until you’re more comfortable.”
Sofia gave me a curious look.
I kissed her. “Just wait. I’ll have to get something first.”The next evening after we’d gotten ready for bed, I set a pink package on the bed beside Sofia.
“What’s that?” she asked curiously.
I pulled the device out of its packaging. I’d found it online when I’d researched toys for couples. It was a small, curved vibrator with a pad that pressed against the clit.
“It’s a toy recommended for women who have trouble relaxing.” The ad promised every woman an orgasm.
“It looks like a mini pink banana,” Sofia said horrified.
“The penetration is shallow. I thought that’s what you’d prefer until we’ve slept with each other, but the vibration stimulates your G-spot and the small suction cup will imitate the feel of my lips around your clit.”
Sofia studied the device, her face turning increasingly red. “Is that a Satisfyer?”
I raised my eyebrows. “I think that’s what it’s called, yes.”
She shook her head and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like Anna. I didn’t ask why the girls had discussed sex toys.
I held up the remote control. “And this is for me so I can control the vibration of both ends.”