Page 81 of Sweeter Than Fiction

He makes me feel sexy.

And most of all, he makes me feel loved.

I can feel how much he cares about me with every single touch of his lips.

When I’m naked before him, he continues kissing me—making out with me at the foot of his bed. The way his mouth moves has me melting. It’s so great that I am not even paying attention to the lingering cuffs that are about to be put to good use.

After I’ve been reduced to nothing more than a puddle, he instructs me to lie on the bed. A little nervous and shaky, I do as he asks. My heart thumps in my chest as I watch what to see what his next move will be.

He joins me on the bed, kneeling on one side of me. I hold my arms above my head so that he has easier access.

Before he does anything, he starts to speak in a low voice. “Baby, listen to me. These cuffs aren’t here just so that I can hold you in place and do whatever I want to you. That’s not how this works. They’re to help heighten your pleasure. If they aren’t doing that, then, we take them off and do something else.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

My eyes stay fixed on him as he hooks one of my wrists into one of the padded cuffs and then moves to the other side of me to do the same.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

I nod. “I’m good.”

“If you feel uncomfortable at all, you tell me. Physically or mentally.”

“Do I need a safe word or something?” I ask.

“No. You say stop or wait, and I will listen. No questions asked.”

“Alright.”

I’m still a little nervous, but when he leans forward to give me a kiss and whispers, “I love you,” somehow my nerves begin to subside.

“I love you too.”

He gets off the bed and walks over to a dresser drawer. When he opens it, I watch him pull out a wand vibrator and some lube.

“Do you just have a whole sex drawer?” I ask, only half-joking.

With a wink, he replies, “Maybe I have more than one.”

As he walks back to join me, he says, “Spread your legs. I want them to stay open. If not, I’ll have to use the ankle cuffs too.”

I let my thighs fall open, feeling the cool air against my wetness. He squirts a little of the lube onto this finger.

“I doubt that you really need this. If I know your pussy, I’m guessing it’s already wet and ready for me.”

That mouth of his is a work of art. The only time I’ve ever heard dirty talk so good was within the pages of a romance novel.

He rubs his finger right where I want it, circling my clit. I let out soft moans, but they grow in volume as I feel the effects of the lube. It doesn’t take long before it gets warm and start tingling.

Well, that’s new.

He gives me a few moments to get used to the lube before flipping on the vibrator to the lowest setting and pressing it against my clit. The sensation makes my lower half buck off the bed.

“Too much?” He asks.

“No,” I reply. “It just caught me off guard. It feels good.”

He holds it in place, letting me get used to the vibrations before turning it up to the next level. The moment he clicks it, my knees instinctively close as I struggle to sit still.

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