Page 58 of The Hang Up
“What is it?” he asked, voice tinged with intrigue.
“This is the Super Sex Sleeve.” She pulled the soft rubbery object out of the box and held it up so he could see, giving it a squeeze in demonstration. “It’s designed to enhance a gentleman’s pleasure during a solo session.” She grinned as he reached out to touch it, letting him squeeze it a few times to see how soft it was. She leaned closer so she could murmur in his ear. “But from what I understand, it’s even better when you have a little help.”
“I see,” he said, then drew back to look at her. His eyes glowed molten, and that bulge in his boxers wasn’t getting any smaller. He dropped his hand from the Super Sex Sleeve and trailed a finger along her body, stroking from the edge of her breast and over the curve of her hip before skimming the edge of her panties. Miriam shivered with anticipation and desire.
“Sounds intriguing,” he said. “But I might need a little product demonstration. Maybe you could show me how it works?”
She laughed as the liquid heat pooled between her thighs. “My pleasure.” She reached for the front of his boxers, her hands eager as she stroked him through the thin fabric. “Or yours.”
He groaned as Miriam eased the boxers down over his hips, skimming her fingertips lightly over his cock. She pushed him onto his back, and Jason went willingly, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her.
Gripping the Super Sex Sleeve in one hand, she leaned down and grazed him with her lips. He made a soft hiss in the back of his throat, which made her smile. With aching slowness, she teased him with her breath, her hair, the tops of her breasts. She took her time, moving over him, grazing him with her nails, breathing him in, letting the anticipation build.
Then she drew back, smiling as she held up the Super Sex Sleeve. “Shall we give this a try?”
Before he could answer, she slid the sheath over him, gripping his shaft through the latex as she eased it all the way down. The head of his cock slid out the open end, and Miriam leaned down to lick the tip.
“Oh my God.” He gripped the curve of her waist. “What’s in that thing?”
“More than five hundred soft tickler nubs and Madame Butterfly’s warming lube in passionfruit flavor.” She swirled her tongue over him again as she held her grip firm around the base of shaft. “It’s delicious.”
“So are you.” He groaned as she gripped him harder, squeezing the sleeve around the base of him as she flicked her tongue along the sensitive groove at the head of his cock.
With her hand still gripping him through the sleeve, she drew him deeper into her mouth, sucking, squeezing, releasing, clenching again, using her hands and mouth and breath and belly and breasts to make him mindless with the mix of sensations.
At least, that’s what she was aiming for.
“Holy Christ.” He threaded his fingers into her hair. “That’s unreal.”
She smiled with her mouth still around him, drunk with the thrill of delivering the kind of gratification that could make a big, burly mountain man curl his toes into the bedsheet. She skimmed the tops of his thighs with her breasts, letting her hair trail over his belly. She squeezed, released, squeezed again, sucking him in deep as she built to a frenzied pace that left him gasping.
“You’d better stop,” he groaned. “I can’t take much more of that.”
Miriam grinned and drew back. “We don’t want that,” she said, sitting up a little. “There’s still plenty of merchandise to play with.”
“Oh yeah?” Looking dazed, he angled himself up to peer at the other box she’d left on his nightstand. “What else did you bring?”
Before she could answer, one muscular arm snaked out and his large hand closed around the box. He drew it back, holding it up to the desk lamp to read the words.
“Triple Ripple Pleasure Vibe,” he read, grinning as he opened it up. “Batteries included, but not instructions.”
Miriam sat back on her heels, a little breathless. “I guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself.”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Oh?” The gravel in his voice sent her squirming again.
“Yep.” He pulled the toy out of the box, then tossed the packaging aside. Flashing a grin, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back.
“Oh,” she gasped, writhing beneath him as he used his impressive bulk to pin her back on the mattress. His cock was still hard as granite, but somehow he’d managed to slide the sheath off somewhere in the tangle of sheets. She tried to reach for him, but he pushed her hand aside.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “It’s your turn.”
Miriam wriggled beneath him, gasping as his hand moved over her breast and his mouth claimed hers. He kissed her hard and deep, rolling to the side so his hands had better access. He dragged down the straps of her bra and laid a trail of kisses over her newly bared flesh. Her breasts popped free and he claimed them one at a time, his tongue swirling over each nipple.
God, the man had a magical mouth.
He slid one hand down and grabbed the waistband of her panties, then tugged them over her hips. His left hand still clutched the Triple Ripple whatever the hell it was called, but he shifted it to the right hand and gave her a devilish grin.
