Page 89 of Bottle Shock
Is she?—
I think she’s?—
“Gavin.”
I swallow.Holy fuck.She’s touching herself. Using her vibrator because I left her so unsatisfied she had to finish what I started.
It’s not sane or reasonable or appropriate, but I’m obviously not thinking with my head when I twist the doorknob and let myself inside.
She looks at me expectantly—like she knew I would come, or at least saw my shadow through the door before I entered.
She’s sprawled out on the bed, naked and tangled in sheets that conceal nothing. I had her naked and under me less than an hour ago, but now she’s on full display. I can see all of her at once, and my cock springs back to life. She’s a dream—a fantasy—every goddamn thing I’ve ever wanted and more.
And she’s not stopping on my account. The pink silicone disappears inside her, and my heart rate skyrockets to dangerous levels.
“What are you doing?” I rasp.
It’s a dumb question, but the synapses in my brain aren’t exactly firing.
She smiles—a wicked, sexy little smile that makes me want to bite my fist.
“Taking care of myself since my husband couldn’t finish the job.”
I like it when she calls mehusband,even when she’s trying to insult me.
“Sounds like a real jackass,” I tell her, trying not to get completely transfixed by the way her swollen pussy takes that thick vibrator.
“He got me all worked up, and I’ve been trying to come ever since, but I can’t seem to get there.” She pouts, and the sight goes straight to my cock.
“Want some help?” I croak, barely holding on to what little control I have left.
“Please,” she says through a sigh as she presses the head of the vibrator to her clit. “Make me come, Gav. Please.”
It would take an act of God to make me say no.
I set my glasses down, and in three strides I’m at the foot of her bed, dropping a knee onto the mattress, earning a perfect view of her glistening pussy.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her gaze connects with mine—so full of lust and want and something more. Something I’m afraid to let myself hope for.
“Touch me,” she says.
My mouth is salivating—her scent consuming, drawing me in. I want to bury my tongue inside her, lap up her pooling arousal, get lost between her thighs until my beard is soaked in her cum.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, causing her hips to buck.
“Whatever my wife wants, she gets.”
I press another kiss—this time to her other thigh, lower. She still has the vibrator pressed to her clit, but I gently take it from her, and she gives it up easily.
“If you don’t like something, just tell me,” I say.
She nods, breathing quick and uneven.
Before I slide the vibrator back inside her, I bring it to my nose and inhale. My eyes roll back at the scent of her. I lick and suck the wetness she left behind clean off it. Her mouth falls open—surprised, turned on, maybe both.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a man licking a woman’s vibrator,” she breathes.
