Page 42 of Spicy or Sweet
The reverence in her voice propels me forward until I’m sitting opposite her on the bed. I could lie beside her—it would be more comfortable—but I want to see her.
She spreads her legs, pressing the back of the toy until a hidden button glows white.
“Your turn.”
It’s hard not to just sit and stare, still as a statue, but I force myself to pick up the toy, inspecting it. The buttons are on the side: a power button, an up arrow, and a down arrow. Easy enough.
I turn the toy on and press the up arrow. It buzzes lightly, but it feels like nothing in my palm.
“Press it against the back of your hand,” Noelle suggests, and I do as she says, jolting out of my skin as the suction touches me.
“Holy shit.”
“Told you,” she replies with a grin that turns me on more than the thought of the toy does.
She holds the head of her toy against her clit before turning it on, and a long breath rushes out of her when she does. She looks at me, her skin flushed. “Your turn, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. God. That shouldn’t feel so good.
I take a deep breath before spreading my legs and moving the toy down my body. Noelle follows my hand with her eyes, and I swear I feel her gaze like a brand, running over my skin. I press the toy to my clit and immediately slam my free hand against the bed as a shock of pleasure bursts inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I cry, pulling the toy away. Jesus, how is that only the first setting? “You were right. That is… Wow.”
Noelle lets out a breathy chuckle, nudging my foot playfully with hers. “You can handle it.”
I don’t entirely believe her, but I suck in a breath and press the toy against my clit again. I’m firmer this time, and the suction feels deeper, less fluttery. It’s fucking incredible, though that has as much to do with the sight of Noelle sitting across from me, the feel of her foot brushing against mine, as it does the toy.
“Will you—fuck,” I groan. It’s hard to concentrate with the way the toy feels, radiating heat through my whole body. “Will you tell me what you thought about? What you imagined?”
Noelle bumps the power up on her toy before nodding. “Mhmm. I thought about how you’d taste. Sweet, of course,” she says, and I fight to keep my eyes open, to keep them on her. “Lemons. I thought you’d taste like sweet lemons and vanilla. Something bright and summery. You taste”—she raises the power—“so much better,” she finishes with a moan.
“I imagined how you’d feel on top of me. I pretended it was your lips instead of the toy. I thought about you between my legs.”
I’m still on the lowest speed, but I can’t stop the pressure coiling inside me. I’m so fucking close. My eyes close whether I want them to or not, my body slipping back until I’m lying flat on the bed.
“I imagined you looking up at me as you licked my pussy.” Noelle’s voice sounds simultaneously miles away and like she’s whispering right in my ear. I feel the bed shift, but pay no attention until I feel her hand on my calf.
I open my eyes, just in time to watch Noelle straddle my thigh. She rests the toy on my leg and lowers herself onto the head, moaning. Her hair spills around her shoulders like purple silk. She leans down, rolling her hips, riding the toy—riding my thigh. Threading her fingers through my free hand, she presses it against the mattress, holding it down.
She lowers her face, brushing her lips over my jaw, my neck. I feel every little sigh as she gets closer and closer—to me, and to falling apart. All of it, all of her, just amplifies how good the toy feels.
“Guess what, sweetheart?” she murmurs in my ear. Her breath tickles me, and it’s almost enough to send me over the edge.
“What?”
“Everything about you is so much better than anything I could ever dream up,” she says, pulling my earlobe between her teeth and biting down. It’s barely a sting, but it’s my undoing.
The orgasm hits me so hard that I drop the toy, and the wave still rolls through me. Noelle follows, crying out my name and letting more of her weight fall on me.
If heaven is real, this must be what it feels like.
I don’t realize I’m practically chanting her name until she drags her lips over my jaw and captures my mouth with hers.
“Fuck, Shay,” she groans.
She pulls the toy out from under herself and turns it off, tossing it back on the bed. I have no idea where mine is, and, even if Noelle wasn’t lying on top of me, I don’t think I’d be able to move to turn it off. It’s barely audible, and Noelle doesn’t seem to care as she shifts her body until she’s more cuddled into me than on me.
“Noelle?” I say, clinging to her.
