“It’s a machine,” I protested.
“It’s a toy,” he argued. “See?” He pressed it gently against my breast, and I felt a gentle hum which was not unpleasant.
I grabbed it out of his hands, and touched it to his chest. Then, as he watched, I dragged it down his body, inch by inch. I studied his face as I went along. When I approached his waist, his smile faded. And when I touched it to the head of his penis, his eyes fell shut and he shifted his hips. I aligned the vibrator with his erection, and he blew out a breath.
But a moment later he broke into a smile, moaning “Ohh… Mr. Digby.”
I dropped the vibrator, hooting with laughter. His eyes flew open and he grabbed it off the bed, shutting it off with a twist. I couldn’t stop laughing. It loosened something inside my chest, breaking apart a knot of anxiety I’d brought into the bedroom with me. I rolled onto my back, giggling at the ceiling.
Hartley hitched himself closer to me then, his shoulder covering mine. His smiling mouth closed over my lips, and I stopped laughing. There would never be enough of his kisses. The best I could do would be to memorize the shape of his lips on mine, and the way he sucked gently on my tongue. It was hard to worry about much of anything while he kissed me. So this time, I didn’t panic when his hand slid down my body. I felt his fingers spread between my legs. I really felt them. And that fact made me want to shout with joy. “Okay,” I said shakily.
The next sound I heard was the quiet whir of the toy. And then he placed it against my body. It was different from anything I’d felt before. Like a shimmer of pleasure. “Oh,” I said, my stomach muscles tightening.
“That’s it…” he breathed, leaning closer to me.
His erection brushed my hand, so I closed my fingers around it. This earned me a grunt of satisfaction from Hartley. So I began to stroke him. His breath caught in his chest, and he made a noise in the back of his throat. A very sexy little noise.
Hartley was not too distracted, however, to continue his mission. The little vibrator slid downward. I held my breath.
“Okay?” he breathed.
I nodded because it was. A current of sensation began to gather down there, spreading throughout my core. I sank into the darkness of my eyelids. As Hartley touched me, the world shrank down to the size of our two bodies. I teased Hartley with my fingertips, and our kisses became sloppy and distracted. There was a tiny click, a small adjustment of the toy, and then the sweet shimmer between my legs gathered steam. “Oh,” I gasped.
“That’s not too much?”
I couldn’t even answer him. I could only arch my back off the bed, angling my body closer to his hands. “Oh…” I said again, beginning to see dots before my eyes. And then a tingle in my belly seemed to bloom, and I felt a starburst between my legs. Whatever sounds I made then, I couldn’t even hear.
“Fuck, yes,” I heard Hartley pant, and it made me remember to curve my lazy fingers more tightly around his shaft. I stroked him hard, and he made a strangled sound. And then, “Callahan, I…” The next thing I felt was a spurt of warm liquid against my hip, and in my hand. I slicked my wet hand down him one more time, and his hips jerked with satisfaction.
A moment later, the noise of the vibrator died as Hartley turned it off, leaving only the sound of two people breathing hard. Hartley put one beautifully muscled arm over his eyes. And since I wouldn’t be caught staring, I took a long look at his body, the rise and fall of his broad chest, and the now half-sagging member dipping towards my sheets.
Wow. The full impact of what we’d just done began to sink in. With shaking fingers, I took a tissue off the bedside table and wiped off my hip.
“Sorry for the mess,” he said, his voice tight. His eyes were still covered.
“No problem,” I whispered. He still wasn’t looking at me, and I was starting to wonder why. I pushed his arm off his face, but he only turned his chin away, toward the wall. “What the hell? Now you feel guilty?”
He gave half of a laugh. “No way, Callahan.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
With a sigh, he reached for me, pulling my body across his, gathering me up on his chest. And when I looked down at his face, I was startled to find that his eyes were shining. When he caught me looking, he closed them. “It’s just… I wanted that for you,” he whispered. “A little less shit to shovel.”
My heart was fit to burst, for a dozen conflicting reasons. Fooling around with Hartley had been amazing, and God knows I’d wondered. But lying in his arms was the best thing ever, and I couldn’t say so. I love you, Hartley. Those words were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down. Instead, I said: “Thank you for that selfless act of research on my behalf.”