Page 87 of Seven Year Itch
“Is it?” Dakota asks, eyeing me curiously. “Are sex toys neededat the beginning of a marriage? Isn’t that when things are supposed to be easy?”
“Are sex toys hard?”
She holds up a giant purple dildo the size of my arm, and I laugh.
“I just think it seems like if you need these items at the beginning of a relationship, then maybe you’re doing something wrong. Wouldn’t most guys get offended if I say I need to add a vibrator to the bedroom?”
“I look at toys as teammates, not competition,” I reply, propping myself on a shelf full of lube. “They just add a level of excitement and variety. They encourage open communication as you navigate the toy and figure out what works and doesn’t work. They can prolong a sexual experience and help you bond with your partner.”
“You really do fucking read!” She puffs out a noise of disbelief, and I frown, feeling wounded.
“It’s audiobooks if that makes it any more believable.”
“You know... it actually does.” She smiles and turns to grab a flogger off the shelf, her fingers touching the leather before she slaps it onto her palm. “Sex toys just seem super intimate to use with someone you just met. How does all that open communication not make you catch feelings?”
“It’s the open communication that keeps the feelings in check. I’m always crystal clear with my partners what this is. And not all of the women I sleep with are one-night stands.”
“They’re not?” Dakota’s head snaps to attention.
“No. I have some repeat customers.”
Her nose wrinkles.
“I just don’t repeat them too close together. If I sleep with a woman multiple times within a couple weeks, that’s when things get dicey.”
She nods and chews her lip. “Fascinating.”
“Okay, five more minutes of browsing, then pick your item, and let’s get out of here.”
“Okay, boss.”
I stop in my tracks and turn to look at her. “Am I in charge again?”
She rolls her eyes. “As long as it doesn’t go to your head, you can have a little control.”
I shoot her a wicked smirk. “Oh, Ace... you really shouldn’t have said that.”
Dakota is on her third orgasm from this vibrator I bought for her, and my dick is so fucking hard it hurts. She’s spread out naked on my bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat as I lick and nip at her breasts, lapping them up like a starved animal. Her needy clit is raw from the sucking action of the device I grabbed for her.
I did my research before we went into the sex store. I read reviews, I found out what women like... and I have not been disappointed.
How can any man ever be threatened by a bedroom toy? Watching their woman orgasm is a fucking gift. Plus, sex can be exhausting. A helping hand here and there is just good business.
“No more,” she moans and presses her legs together, rolling over on her side. “I need a break. I need water. I need...” she breathes heavily “...a hug.”
I laugh and set the vibrator on the side table before wrapping myself around Dakota’s trembling body. She rolls toward me and tucks herself into my arms, laying her head on my chest as I pull the sheet up over our naked bodies.
“Is this okay?” she asks after she’s caught her breath.
“Is what okay?”
“Cuddling.” She hits me with a curious look. “Cuddling wasn’t on your PowerPoint, and I expect you haven’t cuddled with many of your conquests.”
I roll my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. “When are we going to stop making assumptions about each other?”
“Oh, come on!” She pokes me in the ribs and moves to sit up, pulling the sheet up over her chest to sit crisscross facing me. “Tellme I’m wrong. Tell me you cuddle every woman you’ve slept with and whisper sweet nothings into their ears as they fall asleep in your strong, inky arms.”
I hit her with a flat stare. “It happens.”
