Page 79 of Loved Out Loud
“I can walk. You’ll hurt your back if you carry me.”
“Hazel,” he says sternly. “Wrap your goddamn legs around me, grab the box, and stop worrying. I can carry you without hurting myself.”
I look into his eyes and give in with a tentative nod. “Okay.” I reach over and grab the box before looping my hands back around his neck.
He pushes to his feet in a one smooth motion, no signs of strain visible.
“Are you going to talk me through it?” I ask quietly.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Through what?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what.”
“I do, but I want to hear you say it first.”
“Through fucking your ass,” I say defiantly.
He smiles triumphantly. “Of course. Anything you need to feel comfortable.”
“You don’t mind being my first?”
He drops me onto the bed and hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them off in one tug. His thumb finds my clit again as he looks down at me. I wiggle against his touch, wanting more, needing more.
“I’m a greedy man, Hazel. I want every first you’ll give me.”
My back arches off the bed as he slips a finger inside me. “They’re all yours.”
“Even this?” I feel the slightest pressure on my back hole and my eyes fly open. He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at my body splayed open for him like a carnal offering.
I nod. “Even that.”
Hunger flashes through his gaze, and he rips his shirt over his head with the hand that’s not currently teasing me. “Strip,” he instructs.
“You, too.”
He gives me a wicked grin as we both quickly tear our clothes off. Soon we’re both naked, and he reaches into the box, pulling out the strap. He kneels at my feet holding the harness out.
“Step inside. You’ll wear it like a pair of panties that you have to tighten.”
I follow his directions, and he pulls the harness up my legs. His fingers work deftly to tighten it until the dildo is in the correct position. He also can’t help but take every opportunity presented to him to tease me, letting his fingers wander fromtheir mission to tease my clit or dip inside me for a few tantalizing pumps.
“You look sexy as hell.” He pushes to his feet, towering over me. His cock juts out proudly, making my dildo look small in comparison.
“Why’d you give me one smaller than you?”
He tosses his head back, laughing. “Relax, we can work up to bigger ones if you like this.”
If I’m being honest, I already feel oddly powerful. It’s almost alarming how having this piece of silicone strapped to me makes me feel different.
“And if you like it.”
“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” He reaches down and strokes his length. “I should have gotten you a wearable vibrator.” He adds the last thought almost to himself and then picks the box up off the bed, setting it aside save for the lube.
I trap my lip between my teeth as he gets on the bed on all fours. He beckons me over with a smile that shows no hint of nerves. Wish I could say the same.
“What if I hurt you?” I ask, settling behind him on my knees.
“You won’t. Trust me.” He looks over his shoulder at me. “Lube me up.”
