Page 73 of Kiss Me, Maybe

“Don’t be sorry,” she sighs. “I’m the one who’ll take any first you have to offer like the greedy bitch I am.”

As if I’ve been possessed—or maybe it’s her confessionspurring me on—I kiss her in the same spot again. Longer this time, letting my teeth drag against her sensitive skin. She sucks in a ragged breath, the sound overloud in my ears. I move my way up the slope of her shoulder to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses with just the barest of suction across her skin along the way. Her head arches back, giving me ample access to her. I revel in this first, in the taste of her, all the while taking stock of her every reaction.

When my arm wraps around her waist to pull her body closer to mine, her hand tightens on my head, keeping me pinned to her. Her other hand tugs at my shirt as I kiss and suck her neck, finding a rhythm that drives her up the wall the fastest. The first involuntary moan comes the second time I use my teeth, and again when I kiss away the sting.

“Is this okay?” I ask between kisses. When she gives a wordless nod, I’m pushing her against the wall and grabbing her wrists. “What about this?”

She heaves a breath as we’re chest to chest, her arms in the air as I pin her wrists above her head. Those gorgeous brown eyes glitter up at me. “What are you—Oh.” Her breath hitches as a knee makes its way between her thighs, pushing up until the warmth of her core seeps into my pajama pants.

“I may not be able to kiss you,” I tell her, “but I have a few ideas for what we can do instead.”

Thirty-Two

What kind of ideas?”

Bad ones.Ones that have her splayed out and naked on her bedsheets, much like the last time we did something as monumentally stupid as we’re doing now. But I don’t care. I can’t find it within me to care, even when I know how this ends.

“Ones that involve what’s in that bottom drawer you’re too afraid to show me.” She practically whimpers as I grind my knee against her. Her arms move to escape my grasp, and for a moment I almost let her until I remember her light bondage kink. I tighten my grip on her wrists as she writhes against my thigh. I hope I’m not hurting her, but I can’t stop staring at her face twisted in equal parts agony and pleasure, can’t stop being amazed thatI’mthe cause. I want to know everything about this woman, but right now what I want more than anything is to know what it feels like to make her come. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Everything’s okay with me,” she says. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?”

I release her wrists, but neither one of us moves. When her hands grasp at my shoulders, I grip her waist as she continues to grind down on me. I can tell she finds a pace she likes because her nails are starting to dig into my skin.

“You’d have to let me go for that to happen.” I huff a laugh as my fingers play at the waistband of her sleep shorts. Shedoesn’t let go. If anything, she holds on to me tighter as I drag them down as far as they’ll go with my thigh between her legs. Once the purple lace of her panties is visible, I sink my fingers beneath the thin fabric at her sides.

“Fuck, Angela, you’re killing me.” She finally stops squirming for a moment, but by the way her lips purse I can tell it’s with reluctance. Then she looks up at me with wonder for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I’m sure.” I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

Sooner than I want, I pull away from her and get down on my knees to reach the drawer. There are so many options, I don’t know where to start.

“Which one’s your favorite?”

She motions to a small blue device with a circular tip. It takes a moment for me to find an angle that fits comfortably in my hand where the button is within easy reach. I haven’t done much research on vibes or suction toys, but from the look of it alone I have no idea how it’s supposed to be used. All I know about sex toys are the gigantic, hot-pink, phallic-shaped dildos that movies like to sensationalize. Even in the porn I’ve watched, I’ve never seen a device like this before. Then again, I generally make it a rule to avoid videos that use sex toys. It’s never been something that’s turned me on. Until now, at least.

“The tip creates a suction.” Krystal readjusts her shorts and falls to her knees with me. “You can place it somewhere on your body you’d like to feel suction, like a nipple or your clit, and it feels good.”

I press the power button, expecting a loud buzzing noise. Instead, the sound is more of a low hum that steadily gets louderas I play between the three different speeds. I place my thumb over the hollow tip and let out a yelp as the suction pulls it in. I feel a jolt low in my belly, and suddenly I’m imagining what the device would feel like on other places of my body. Krystal laughs softly at my reaction as she shuts off the device. I shake my head. Me and my damned curiosity about her toys. I need to focus.

“Do you use lube with this?” She nods, opening the drawer again. I spot the bottle and take it out. “Can you show me how you use it?”

Her cheeks turn pink, but she nods. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom.”

Her floor isn’t exactly comfortable or clean thanks to my hair scraps, but I’m growing impatient. And by the way she’s pushing her thighs together, she’s just as impatient as I am. I raise a brow at her as my eyes coast over her body. “You sure you can wait that long?”

“It’s what, five paces?” Her voice is shaky and her breaths are coming out in rasps. “Okay, fine.” She gives in so fast, I have to laugh. “How do you want to do this?”

“Well.” I cough, turning on the device. “I’d like to make you come with your suction toy. Would you like that?”

Her nod is enthusiastic.

“Lie back on the bath mat.” She does as I say, using the oversized mat as a cushion. I lift her tank top over her chest, freeing her bare breasts to the cool air. Her nipples are already hard, beaded points. “You’ve used this device on your nipples before?”

“Once or twice. It doesn’t always do much for me.”

“Can I try?” She nods as I place the tip over her left nipple. She doesn’t react to the low suction, or when I raise it to the secondhighest setting. When I readjust the device against her and set it to the highest setting, however, she lets out a gasp. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” she says, the word almost a moan. Then again when I place my other hand on her right nipple, working the tip between my fingers. “Fuck, Angela.”

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