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“Well, I have the perfect way to explain,” I said with a smile, disentangling myself from her arms and standing from the bed. Her giggles started up again as I walked to my closet. We had separate closets, which helped keep my more personal items, like my kink bag, safe from discovery. While bringing a toy into the bedroom would be alright for tonight, I definitely didn’t need her seeing the plethora of kinky fuckery that resided in this closet.
“What’s funny now?” I asked, turning to her with hands on my hips in mock frustration.
“All I can think of right now is, how in the world would a ninja turtle action figure aid in the bedroom?” she managed between fits of giggles, curling in on herself as she laughed.
I turned back to the closet, fishing the magic wand out of my toy bag.
“Well, it’s not a ninja turtle — which, by the way, you’ll have to tell me later how you even know about ninja turtles — but I feel like this is an action figure you’ll like much more.” Her eyes widened and her giggles stopped when she saw the toy in my hand.
I joined her on the bed, setting the cordless toy down as my hand found its way between her thighs once more.
“Again?” she asked in shock.
“I told you, babygirl. We have barely gotten started.”
CHAPTER10
DELILAH
“Just getting started?” I could barely utter the words through the nervous anticipation that clutched at my gut. My whole body had been lit ablaze with a pleasure that I had not known existed.
Who was this man and where had he come from?
“Yes, firefly. Just getting started.” I wanted to ask why he kept calling me by all these names, but all thought left me as his fingers found my clit with unerring accuracy.
“Ollie,” I breathed out in more of a whine than I had intended. I could not control anything when he touched me like this. Not the way my voice sounded, and certainly not the way my body reacted.
“Let me say this, firefly, watching you cum under my touch is like the purest form of cocaine and I am already addicted.” His voice was like pure and sinful silk as his fingers brought me to that precipice again, pushing me over the edge before I even had a moment to process his words.
My legs shook and my back bowed, pressing my breasts into his lips as his kisses moved over my heaving chest.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you doing that to me,” I panted out as I tried to catch my breath.
“Good. I never want you to be used to it. I told you, I’m addicted.” He spoke hotly against my nipple before taking it into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. The sensation was sharp. I felt pain, yet the sensation filled me with pleasure at the same time.
“You’re insatiable,” I teased with a groan as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and making my core clench again.
“Let’s see what my little firefly thinks of this.” I, once again, had every intention of asking him what the nicknames were about when the sound of intense buzzing filled my ears. Only a mere moment before his fingers opened my lower lips wide and the cool, rounded head of the toy pressed against my clit.
“OLLIE!” I screamed as the buzzing sensations sent me from arousal to orgasm in an instant.
“Fuck yes, babygirl. Just like that. Again. Cum again for me,” he coaxed, his words tantalizing and teasing my mind just as much as the toy teased my clit between my thighs.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, the sensations overtaking me and tearing thought from my brain.
“You can. And you will.” His lips moved over my breasts, teasing my nipples, and finding sensitive places I hadn’t known even existed until this night. I felt his hand shift and his fingers probe at my opening.
“Ollie,” I whimpered, nearly pleaded. For what, I wasn’t sure. Half of me wanted it to stop, certain there was no way I could climax again. The other half of me never wanted his touch, his attentions on me, to end. Never.
“Give in to it, little firefly. Squeeze around my fingers again, and flood me with that sweet nectar I already crave.” His words pushed me further, his hand cupping the head of the wand and massaging it into my little nub. My hands clung to him, my fingers finding their way into his hair and holding him to me, his lips to my breasts as he pushed me closer and closer to that sweet release.
“That’s my girl. That’s it. Let go, Delilah. Now.” His words were a command spoken to the part of me that was committed to only him, only to the passions that we were creating here between us in this room. And I obeyed.
In an instant, he threw the wand aside, still buzzing somewhere across the bed as he spread my thighs wide and situated himself on his knees beside the bed. He pulled me down to the edge, my legs hooked over his shoulders as his tongue found my essence again.
“Ollie, wait!” I protested, vaguely aware that he had just climaxed inside of me only moments before.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, lifting his head with concern etched across his gorgeous face. Mercy, he was handsome.
