Page 121 of Crazy Thing

I say it as a challenge, sort of as a joke, but truthfully, I’m struggling to read the atmosphere in the room. Is that disgust on his face? Is it judgement? Is it shock? Is it arousal? Somehow, I’m not sure.

This was a bad idea.

But when I take a backward step, Darius snatches the box from my hands and drops it on the mattress beside him. That’s when a wicked smirk unfolds across his lips.

“My girl’s feeling frisky tonight?” He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his lap where he’s already growing hard.

“Maybe. Are you up for it? Or do you feel threatened?” I rock against him, chasing the heat of his sprouting erection. I’m not wearing any panties. Only Darius’s boxer briefs separate our bodies right now.

He leans up and kisses my neck. “I definitely don’t feel threatened.”

“Oh really?” I breathe a tiny sigh of relief.

His head wags from side to side. “No need to see this as a competition. I see it as a team effort.”

I half-moan, half-laugh when he kisses my neck again. “That’s the spirit.”

He turns his attention to the box, scrutinizing its contents. “So who are the players here tonight?”

My sex toy collection contains everything from simple crystal eggs and massage wands to biodegradable clit stimulators and stainless steel butt plugs. What can I say? Sometimes, I like to shake things up a bit.

Darius takes a girthy black crystal rod into his palm, curling his hand into a fist around its thick base.

“This is a black obsidian massage wand,” I tell him.

“What do you like to use it for?” he asks me, his voice dropping an octave. The controlled power in the way his strong fingers move up the tapered length makes me shiver.

“This one is great for deep stimulation. I use it when I’m in the mood for an easy, uncomplicated orgasm.”

He chuckles. “Easy and uncomplicated, huh?”

I nod. “On nights when my mind is racing and I need to feel grounded in my body. When I’m stressed or tense or insecure and I desperately need to release my bottled up emotions.” I take in a stuttered breath, feeling extra vulnerable as I reveal this to him. This information is sacred. I’ve never spoken to anyone this way.

With a slight bob of his head, Darius sets it back in the box and picks up a pale pink S-shaped tool. “And what’s this one?”

“It’s a rose quartz wand,” I say, stroking my fingertips alongits sensuous winding curves. “I use this one when I’m looking for relaxation, peace,” I say, offering Darius deeper insight on this particular tool. “It was designed for gentle exploration, healing stimulation. Using it almost feels therapeutic.”

“Fuck…” he hisses softly. His free hand grabs my hip and he lifts his pelvis to grind against me.

He analyzes a thick, straight green aventurine wand and I explain to him exactly how I like to use it in the shower. I show him the silicone vibrator I use whenever I’m already keyed up and I don’t need the extra bells and whistles to get me there. Then I point out my favorite egg-shaped jade stone that I use for exercising my pelvic floor. We both get a chuckle out of the dinosaur-shaped carnelian wand I use when I’m feeling extra frisky. When I confess that I sometimes like to place a thick stainless steel cock on a chair and ride it real slow, his eyes bulge wide.

I’ve never been this vulnerable about what I enjoy sexually. I’ve always been too afraid of being judged, of being misunderstood. But with Darius, I…I trust him. In a way I’ve never trusted anyone before.

How did we even get here? Only weeks ago, Darius was the last man I’d ever put my confidence in. And now, I’m offering him the most intimate parts of me on a platter and he didn’t even have to ask.

But he’s earned these parts of me—with the effort he’s invested into getting to know me and understand me like no one else has.

As we continue to talk, we’re riding each other, slow and easy and the tension between us continues to mount. With that serious, assessing gaze of his, Darius is getting more turned on with each toy that we explore together. I can tell that it’s taking a superhuman amount of self-restraint on hispart to keep from pinning me to the bed and fucking me senseless.

I run my fingertips over his stern forehead. “You look like you’re preparing for a test. Like you’re jotting down detailed mental notes about everything I say.”

Darius loosens the sash of my robe and the fabric flits open, exposing my breasts and stomach. He circles my nipple with the tapered end of a citrine wand, the coolness of the crystal making my sensitive bud pebble. “Of course I’m taking notes. Your pleasure is important to me, Fairy Girl.”

On a stuttered breath, my lips curve into a smile. “You always know the right thing to say.” I shrug the robe from my shoulders, letting it pool around my hips.

With featherlight pressure, he drags the blunt end of the wand down my stomach, drawing a blazing trail across my skin. Instantly, I’m covered in goosebumps, anticipating what he’ll do next. “It’s the truth, Ziggy. All I want is to make you happy. In every sense of the word.”

My head falls back as I moan. Because that wand that was just circling my nipple? Now it’s circling my clit and my mind is spiraling.

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