He took my hand and led me down the hall to my bedroom, and when we entered, he walked straight to the bed and patted the mattress. I sat down, and he sank to his knees at my feet.
“I’ll push you,” he said quietly. “As long as you trust I could never objectify you.”
I nodded.
“I’ve objectified plenty of women in my life, but I’m not capable of doing that to you.”
“I know that.” And I did.
He studied my eyes for a moment before he lifted one foot with his hand to the back of my heel. He undid the buckle on the ankle strap. “These were killing me tonight, too.” He slipped my high heel from my foot, tossing it aside, and then he took off the other one.
When he stood he reached his hand down to me, and he pulled me up to my feet.
“Turn around.” He winked at me.
I turned, and when I felt his fingers lowering the zipper that ran over my bottom, I sucked in a quick breath of air. He pulled my skirt down my hips, catching my underwear as he did, and once they were both pooled at my feet, he wrapped his arms around me and started undoing the buttons of my shirt.
I reached back and fumbled with the zipper and button of his jeans, and he took a break from my shirt just long enough to strip his T-shirt over his head and toss it aside. When I had his pants undone, I pushed them down his hips along with his underwear, and then I ran my hand along his erection.
He groaned and cursed. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered against my ear. “Not so fast.”
I pulled my hands away, and he finished with the buttons of my shirt, pulling it off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor between us. He unclasped my bra as I pulled my hair over my shoulder, and it slipped from my arms.
“Get on the bed.” His hand touched my back, urging my gently forward.
I climbed on, turning toward him and laying on my side so I could face him. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched as he pushed his pants and underwear the rest of the way to the ground, stepped out of them, and grabbed the gift bag from the floor. He lay down facing me in the exact same position I was in, and he placed the bag between us.
“Choose one.”
I smirked. “Only one?”
He laughed. “Only one tonight.”
“So there’s clearly more than one thing in here?”
He nodded.
“Is this grab bag style, or can I see and choose?”
“Lord, woman, you make even this difficult.” He smiled. “You may see all three things and choose one.”
I turned the bag over, dumping out the contents along with the tissue paper, and he snatched the tissue paper back, tossing it over his shoulder to drop to the floor and leaving only the three items.
I reached for the first thing that caught my eye, but he caught my hand before I could touch it. “I thought a lot about what you said. And I get it. I want you to feel like you understand me and are close to me. And keeping you out of my head in some attempt to … protect you, isn’t the way to do it. But I also need you to understand I didn’t get these things for me.” He studied me for a moment. “I got them for you. I want you to feel safe enough to try things with me—if for no other reason than to just put your curiosity away and learn that, regardless of all this, it’s still … just … us. I know you feel inept with me because I’ve experienced things you haven’t. And I don’t want you wondering or fearing how it’s been with me and other women. I want you focused on us and only us, because nothing else in the world that I’ve experienced has ever touched the importance of us to me. You have to understand the importance of that. None of this is necessary for me to be satisfied with you. None of it,” he said adamantly.
I nodded.
“But…” He bit his lower lip. “…I will absolutely enjoy playing with you. Just promise you’ll tell me if something makes you uncomfortable. I need to know you’ll be open about what you’re feeling.”
“I promise.”
He released my hand, and I finally picked up the shiny silver chain that had caught my eye. It wasn’t thick, and it wasn’t at all heavy, but it was more substantial than a necklace. There were very slim and small tong or tweezer shaped metal appendages dangling from the two ends of the chain, and when I looked more closely at the ends of the tweezers, they were covered in a clear silicone tip.
I took a deep breath as I set the chain aside and picked up the next item. It was phallic, and it was clear pink glass. It was nubbed and ridged along the shaft and it flared out at the head just like a penis. It was smaller than Kane, but the nubs and ridges were intimidating all the same. I had no idea how something that inflexible and hard, nubbed and ridged would feel inside of me, but that’s clearly exactly where it was meant to go.