Page 10 of Dr. Do-Right
“I accept Cash App.” His grin flashed in the dark, the only light coming from the dim lamp in the corner. While he laughed, I leaned forward, using the arms of the chair as leverage to back myself further onto the desk.
His smile vanished. My hand brushed his, the contact jarring. I hissed.
It had occurred to me before that the nature of our interactions made us as sensitized as horny teenagers. I’d never in my life nearly come at the brush of someone’s pinky against my palm. But with Malachi, and our self-imposed celibacy, all things were possible. It was all at once ridiculous and alsohot.
“Is it still going to be this good? When we’re able to touch?”
“Rija, I swear to you, and I cannot stress this enough, it will be better than anything in the history of the universe, when I’m finally able to touch you.”
“The whole universe? Well, fuck, no pressure or anything.” I swung my legs around until I was kneeling on the table in front of him.
His fingers swiped across his mouth. Eyes drank me in. “Oh, that’s…that’s just lovely.” His face was level with my hips. He’d have an incredible view of the action once I got started.
“I thought you might like that.” I dragged a palm up my thigh, inching my skirt up a few inches. My other hand ran the corner of the box back and forth over my collarbone. He grunted at the sight.
“What will you do first, Mal? When you can touch me tomorrow? Let me guess…” I tapped a finger to my lips, pouting while I watched him. He looked so relaxed in his body, so rigid inhis face. On pins and needles. “Straight for my tits. I know how fond you are of them.”
“Errrrr. Wrong. You’ve lost your unboxing privileges.” He snatched the box out of my hand without having to leave his seat. We were very close. Perhaps the closest we’d ever been for such a prolonged period.
I watched his long fingers pop the tab open and slide the sleek toy out. The scent of soap and plastic rose between us. He always shipped the vibrators completely cleaned and fully stocked with fresh batteries. I’d never once received one I’d had to prep, myself.
It was the kind of proactive planning I could get behind, and just one more thing I loved about him. Sure, he was sending me a sex toy so he could watch me get off for him, but he wasthinking about meat the same time. It was hot on many levels.
I tore my eyes away from his to look at the toy he held between us. “Oh!” I gasped.
“Thought you might like that.” He copied my words from earlier, showing off how it curved at the end. The perfect angle to hit the ever-elusive g-spot. My favorite. “It has ten speeds, too. A few different modes.”
“You spoil me.”
“Absolutely.” He twisted the base. A familiar buzzing sound filled the air. “It’s your mouth, by the way. That’s the first thing I want to know. How you taste. How soft that pouty lip will feel against mine. What’ll it be, Kitten? Soft? Or fast?”
He touched the tip of the vibrator to my thigh. I tensed at the buzzing tickle on my skin. He rolled it up and down. The feel of it against sensitive skin reminded me too much of how it would feel slightly higher.
The thought of him holding itthereand looking at me like he was now, like he wanted to devour me, short-circuited something in my brain. We’d never taken it that far before, withhim controlling the toy. Another unspoken rule—he stayed in his corner, I stayed in mine.
Tonight, though, so close to the end of our no touching arrangement, maybe we could bend the rules. Just a little.
“Faster,” I whispered. His gaze held mine as he twisted the base again. The tickling on my leg increased.
“Like that?” He growled, staring up at me, eyes dark and hooded.
“Mmm hmm.” I bit my lip, teasing him. “I like it. Do you want to see how much?” I didn’t wait for his permission. I inched my skirt up higher. The fabric slid up my legs, bunching at my hips to give him the perfect view of my lace-covered center. Had I sprinted into my bedroom to change underwear the second I’d had an opportunity? Yes. But the look on his face was well worth it.
He had his presents, I had mine. I’d been saving this sheer black thong, snakes twining inward from my hip bones, for a special occasion.
A groan escaped his lips. The toy halted its rolling on my thigh for a second before Mal resumed the motion.
I knew the picture I presented, and I knew how much it lit him up. He was a man of nuance, reveling in the give and take of sex, the mystery and the reveal. Having me fully clothed, shoes on, while he watched my bare pussy work a vibrator, would send him to his knees.
“Fuck, I want to come in there. Tug on it, Kitten. Work your clit for me.”
I hooked my thumbs into the delicate lace straps, pulling slightly to increase the pressure of the string between my lower lips. My hips rocked nearly without a thought, sliding the lace infinitesimally up and down my clitoris.
“I’m already wet.”
“Of course you are. I can see it shining on that bare pussy. How would you taste there? How would you take my tongue if I slid it up to taste you?”
Since he couldn’t use his hands, his words usually ended up doing most of the work. Thankfully, Malachi was a master of the dirty talk. He could practically bring me to the edge with a pointed look and a few filthy, well-placed words. I’d need a little more than that tonight, though.
