Page 63 of Good Time Boyfriend
He walked me back to the bedroom and gently set me down.
“I want you.”
I swallowed hard and trailed my fingers up his chest.
“I want you, too.”
“Do you want to try something new tonight?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise.
I swallowed hard, pressing my thighs together. “How new?”
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
He slid his hands over my ass, and then pulled my dress up. I was wearing a thong, so his hand brushed against my skin, cupping my cheek. And then he slid between my cheeks, over me.
I swallowed hard. “Oh.”
He grinned and kissed me harder.
“I’ve used my fingers, but what about something else?”
“Are you sure I’m ready for that?”
He chuckled low.
“Maybe a toy? To see if you like it?”
I had surely liked it when it was just his fingers, so I nodded.
“Yes, please.”
His mouth was on me again and I groaned. Somehow my dress was on the floor, my panties quickly following. I hadn’t worn a bra, so I kicked off my sandals. He had me on my back on the bed and was hovering over me. I pulled off his shirt, drooling at the sight of him, sliding my fingers over the thin layer of chest hair, and then down over the hard ridges of his abdomen. He was so beautiful, so damn sexy. It was all I could do not to come at just the look of him. And the feel of his jeans against my naked body was a contrast of desire that I hadn’t known I ever wanted. I wanted him. I needed him. And it was going to take every ounce of control not to tell him how much I loved him. I wasn’t ready for that. Not when we were just figuring things out.
He slid his hands between my thighs, parting my folds as his middle finger slid over my clit, sending a shock through me. He kept kissing me, and then slid down a bit more, his mouth on my nipples. He sucked on them, one at a time, biting gently down on the tightened buds. When he slid his finger deep inside me, I arched into him. One hand in his hair, the other digging into the muscles of his shoulder as he continued to finger fuck me. One finger, then another. And then he slowly slid his finger out of me and used my juices to slide between my cheeks. When he probed my back entrance, I tensed.
“I can stop.”
“No, I’m ready. I really like when you do that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I could feel the heat of my blush across my skin.
He looked so damn proud of himself, as he continued to work on me, gently pressing against my entrance. He moved then, leaving me bereft when he went to the nightstand to pull out a few things. There was a quick snap of a bottle as he opened the lube and spread it between my legs. I shivered at the touch. And then he knelt between my legs and looked down at me.
“You’re like a fucking goddess. So beautiful.”
“Heath. I need you.”
“You’ve got me.”
I wanted to see more into that, but I couldn’t, not then. Not when he had a plug in his hand.
“This has a flared base. I’m going to gently guide it inside you, but what you need to do is push back. Relax and then push out and it’ll slide right in. The flared base will keep you safe.”
“Is that a bright pink jewel at the end?” I asked, nervous.
“I’ve never used this before. It’s small and just for you. Everything is just for you, Devney.”
Then he was kissing me again, bringing me to the edge of bliss one more time. When I felt the cool pressure against my back entrance, I tensed for a moment, until his hand was on my clit, bringing me back to the sensation of warmth and need. Then there was a slight burn as he began to press it inside, and I did as he instructed. It was so much, so full, and I could barely hold back, and then it was inside of me and I was shaking, needing more, not knowing what I needed at all.
“It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”
