Page 20 of Before You Can Blink
But when I glanced down at Daisy, I frowned. Instead of the expression of ecstasy I expected, her face was screwed up tight, almost as if she was in pain.
Instantly, I froze. The mere thought of hurting her was like a knife slicing through my heart.
Eyes popping open, Daisy stared up at me, her brow creased. “What’s wrong?”
My lips pressed into a thin line. “Feels like I should be askin’ you that.”
Her head cocked to the side, confusion flickering across her features. “What?”
“You’d tell me if I was hurting you, right?”
“Why would you think you’re hurting me?”
I heaved a sigh. “Forgive my ego for even bringing this up, but it didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself.”
Guilt flashed in her blue eyes before they shifted to a spot over my shoulder. “Of course I am.” Hands sliding down my back, she gripped my ass, pulling me closer as she lifted her hips, urging me to resume my thrusting. “Well, I was until you stopped.”
“Daisy . . .” I drew her name out, making it clear I knew she was lying.
A huff of frustration flew past her lips. “Fine. I need . . . help.”
My brows drew down. “Help? Help with what?”
Squeezing her eyes shut so tight it caused a wrinkle to form in the bridge between them, she grudgingly admitted, “It’s not, um, easy for me.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Without a toy.”
“Toy?” The fuck was she talking about?
“A vibrator.” The words were barely a whisper, almost like she didn’t want me to really hear them.
Mouth dropping open, I couldn’t contain my shock.
“Uh.” I cleared my throat. “So, you’re saying this”—I rocked my hips—“does nothing for you?”
A look of pure panic stole over her face. “No! It feels good. So good, Jett. I swear. It’s just—“
I watched the internal battle play out behind her eyes as she debated whether to shoot me straight or candy coat what was going on.
“Tell me. I can take it.” For fuck’s sake, I was balls deep inside this woman. There wasn’t a more vulnerable position for us to be in.
Blowing out a breath, she explained, “I get close. Really, really close. But for some reason, I have a hard time finishing.”
I remained silent for a minute, processing her words. “So, you’ve never . . .”
“Not from penetration, no.”
“Okay.” My mind raced, working overtime to figure out a solution to this problem.
Then it struck me.
“You have one here?”
Eyes growing wide as saucers, she stammered, “A v-vibrator?”
“Yeah. Tell me where you keep your toys, Daze.” The plan was becoming clearer with each passing minute. This wasn’t a roadblock; it was a speed bump. It might have slowed us down, but it wouldn’t stop us.
“You want to use my vibrator on me?” The way she kept asking, like it was the most insane idea she’d ever heard, told me no man who had come before me gave a single damn about her pleasure. It made me irrationally angry, the thrum of rage only serving to heighten the throbbing of my cock buried deep between her plush thighs.
“No.” I shook my head before clarifying, “I want to use your vibrator together.”
