Page 46 of The Neighborly Thing To Do
“You know exactly what that is,” I say flatly, because it’s pretty damn obvious, even if his enjoyment wasn’t written all over his face.
“Yeah,” he agrees, looking at it. “I do. And now I’m picturing you using it.”
“Can I put that away?” I ask, still looking at it. It looks so small in his giant hands, and I have the urge to snatch it away and hide it again.
“If you want. Or…” He trails off.
“Or?”
“Or I could use it on you until you come all over me. You’re so fucking pretty when you come, baby.” His eyes are hungry as he latches onto me, trailing over my body.
“You’ve made me come plenty of times,” I return, demurring. “We don’t need my toy.”
He stands upright in one fluid motion, stepping closer to me. His wings barely avoid knocking over another box. “Toys are teammates, wife,” he says, eyes boring into me. “And I want to see how good it makes you feel.”
I glance down at the vibrator. Ireallylike that thing. It can definitely make me come. So can Finn, but this…
“Do you want to watch?” I ask, and his wings flare out again as his eyes get darker.
My husband should be an intimidating man, but not to me. It doesn’t matter how big he is, how those wings make him even bigger, how when he smiles I can see the sharpness of his teeth. All I see is the way he looks at me, like he’s starving for me.
“Of course I fucking want that,” he breathes. He looks around the room, and I can see the gears turning in his head as he makes a plan. “But not here, maybe. Worried I’ll knock your stuff over.”
I’m an inch from telling him that I’m willing to risk it when he scoops me up and carries me out of the room, playfully slinging me over his shoulder.
“Finn!”
“What?” he asks, jostling me lightly. “We weren’t moving fast enough. I’m speeding things along.” He carries me into my—our?—bedroom and deposits me on the bed. “I want to watch, wife. Want to see you make yourself feel good. And then I want to help.”
I raise an eyebrow, propping myself up against the pillows. “You’re going to sit back and watch?”
He settles in the armchair I keep in the corner, mostly for throwing clothes on. He looks ridiculously large on it, and I make a mental note to start figuring out what furniture works for him and what doesn’t. “You offered.”
I did, dammit. And even faced with the reality of it, I don’t want to stop. The look in his eyes makes me drip down my thighs, and I want my toy.
Speaking of, he’s still holding it. I push myself up so I can stand. When he opens his mouth, no doubt to protest, I remind him, “I need the toy to get started,” and then pluck it out of his lax fingers.
I deposit it on the bedside table, then start tugging my clothes off. “Fuck, baby, look at you,” he croons, eyes rapt as more and more of my skin is revealed.
That toy is waterproof, and using it in the shower is the only time I’ve masturbated fully naked in memory. Everything else was always quick, furtive—a stolen moment I felt bad about taking. Lying down completely naked on the sheets feels disgustingly decadent, and I want more.
“That toy has atongue,”Finn says. “And I know you like my tongue between your thighs. Is it going to make you come as hard as I did, baby?”
I shiver. Idolove his tongue between my thighs. “You said toys are teammates, Finn. That sounds to me like you’re setting up a competition.”
“Just want to know all the tools at my disposal,” he shoots back. “I like making my wife come. I want to make sure I do it often.”
This man. How does someone go from barely talking to me to practically making me come with words alone?
I spread my thighs and reach for the toy, palming it to find the power switch. It buzzes to life, the little tongue moving, and I make sure I watch Finn as I bring it to my cunt.
He’s staring like he’s never seen anything like this before, and I bite my lip as I adjust the angle.There. It’s licking my clit, teasing me, sending me spiraling higher, and my eyes slip closed.
“No.”
My eyes shoot back open to see that Finn has leaned forward. He hasn’t left the chair, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he sprung up any second. “Watch me, wife. Let that pretty toy make you come, and watch me.”
“Maybe I’d watch you if you did something interesting,” I shoot back, impressed that I managed to put that sentence together with the way I feel.
