Satisfaction Guaranteed(38)

I let her finger fall from my lips then move to her bra, unclasping it and freeing her gorgeous tits.

And because the lady gets what the lady wants, I stand up to strip. “So you think this will get you going?” I tug off my pullover shirt, keeping my gaze on her as I go.

“Yes. So much yes.”

When I pop open the button on my jeans, she slides her eager hand between her legs and starts playing.

I growl because it’s so ridiculously sexy to see Sloane on my bed, naked, exploring her body. I shuck off my jeans and shed my boxer briefs, my cock springing free and greeting her with a proper salute.

She gasps, and her noise of appreciation is like a full day’s injection of pride. She’s seen me before, but the fact that she likes the view that much is everything my ego could ask for.

And maybe a little more.

I move to the top of the bed, stroking my cock once, twice, bringing a bead of liquid to the head.

She licks her lips, asking for it. I swipe the drop on my thumb, then run my thumb over her bottom lip. She moans obscenely, and I could come in seconds from those sexy sounds.

I reach for the dolphin and slide next to her, my hard length nestled against the soft, smooth flesh of her ass. “Spread your legs.”

She does as asked. I drag the head of the toy between her legs, gliding it across all that slick, slippery wetness. She arches her back, bowing up against it instantly. She’s like a violin, and I feel like a virtuoso already. I want to hear the music she can make. I want the symphony of her pleasure echoing across my bedroom. “Hold on to the headboard,” I tell her.

She reaches up, clasping her hands around the slats. “Why?”

“It’ll give you something to do with your hands.”

She smiles at me. “Look at you, always thinking.”

“So you don’t have to. Just feel.”

I rub the shaft across her center, getting her used to the feel, the size, the shape. If she’s only ever come from a vibrator before, there’s no need to pull out all the stops the first time around. My mission? Ease her into it. Get her there. Step by step. Orgasm by orgasm. I intend to build her up so that she can fall apart every single time with me.

“I want tonight to feel familiar to you. I want you to feel comfortable. To know you can get where you want to go. That’s why I’m going to fuck you with this toy before we have sex again.”

As she starts rubbing against the shaft, I turn on the dolphin head, sliding the buzzing nose against the delicious rise of her clit. The second, the very nanosecond that the toy makes contact, she lets out a primal groan.

It’s long and needy. A plea for pleasure.

I heed it, stroking the toy against her. Sliding it up and down until she’s writhing. When her breath turns uneven, when her hips lift faster, I slide it inside.

She groans as I go deeper, the sounds turning me on even more, and I didn’t think it was possible to be more aroused. But hell, my dick is throbbing insistently against her lush body.

Sloane turns her gaze to me. Her eyes are rimmed with sex and lust. “That feels so good. I want you to fuck me so hard with it, Malone.”

My temperature? It’s forest-fire levels now. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

I switch my position, moving to kneel between her legs and get a better angle.

“Yes.” She lets out a guttural moan as she rocks against the vibrator. I follow her cues, fucking her with the toy. We quickly find a rhythm, a fast and feverish one. That’s what this woman wants, and that’s what I’m going to give her. She grips the headboard more tightly, her veins visible in her arms from the intensity. Her eyes squeeze shut, like she’s chasing the edge of pleasure.

“You look so fucking sexy,” I rasp as she grinds down on the toy.

“I feel sexy with you.” Her words tumble from her lips, and if I were a betting man, I’d put all my money on the fact that Sloane is not thinking a goddamn thing right now.

She’s feeling.

Feeling spectacular, I suspect.

She keeps rocking, thrusting her hips. “So good. God, it’s sooooo good.”

It’s almost like she needs to say the words to remind herself. Maybe so she doesn’t get lost in her head again. Her legs fall open wider, her hips go wilder, her breath comes faster. Her lips part beautifully, and she murmurs.

Wanted you.

Wanted you to fuck me.

For so long.

Oh my God, for so long.

She seems to lose herself in the rhythm and the words. She can’t seem to string them together, but she can’t stop talking either, and it’s an exquisite sight—Sloane losing her mind with impending ecstasy.

Wanted you.

Pictured you.

Harder.

Faster.

Yes, oh God, yes.

The sounds she makes are telltale. Her breath races. Her chest flushes pink. Her moans come from deep within her. Everything looks and feels so goddamn different from the other night. “Malone,” she whispers, her voice breaking, wobbly. “Kiss me.”

I don’t need any greater command. I move up and seal my mouth to hers as I fuck her with the vibrator.

She shakes. She shudders. She trembles from head to toe. The kiss lasts all of five seconds because as soon as our lips touch, her mouth parts in an O. She falls silent, the quiet before the storm.