“Should I try to guess what my present is?” Matt moved his finger inside me and I groaned. “Maybe a cute little plug for your ass? I’d love that, you know.”
My nails scraped along the bottom of the tub. Matt fingered my backside slowly and I moved to meet the motions. The sweet cinnamon scent of the candles and their wavering light put me under a spell. God … this felt good … and it made me long for more.
“L-let me show you,” I panted. How did Matt manage so much dirty talk during sex? I could barely form a word.
He withdrew his finger and I sank against the edge of the tub. When I got turned around, I found him smiling indulgently at me.
“You…” I grinned. “You look like the cat that caught the canary.”
“Do I? Well, I sort of am.” He dried his hands and untied the ribbon from the present. My heart fluttered. Would he like this, or was I in for the embarrassment of a lifetime?
Beneath the paper, which Matt peeled off quickly, was a black LELO box. I stared at my foot, the wall, anything but Matt.
“LELO? Nice choice, Hannah.”
He lifted the lid and I closed my eyes. Dear Lord, where did I get the balls to give Matt a vibrating waterproof cock ring? I wanted to disappear beneath the water. Urgh … the silence was killing me. I drew up my knees and cracked open one eye.
Matt’s stare burned into me. He’d removed the ring from its holder and set aside the packaging. I couldn’t read his expression. Candlelight glimmered on his damp skin, limned his profile, and flickered in his eyes.
“It’s, uh, waterproof. I ch-charged it … so…” I sank behind my knees.
Matt extended the ring to me. Mute, I accepted it. My fingers drifted over the butter-soft silicone. Wow. This felt like a brilliant idea when I was ordering the toy, but now—
“Put it on me,” Matt said.
He stood smoothly. Water streamed down his naked body and his rigid length jutted from his pelvis. I dropped the ring in the water, swore, and snatched it.
Okay, he wanted it on … I got this, I got this.
“Tell me … tell me if it hurts. I’ll just…” I scooted forward along the tub bottom and wrapped my fingers around Matt’s cock. His lips twitched. My heart was doing acrobatics in my chest. I was excited, nervous, pleased, terrified, turned on—everything.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of Matt’s cock.
“God … Hannah…”
There wasn’t a note of protest in his voice, just slow-burning desire. He gripped my wet curls. I wrapped my lips around his head, suckling and swirling my tongue. I laid a hand against his thigh to feel the muscles tensing. He loved this.
And sure, every guy I’d dated loved it, but not like Matt. When I looked at Matt while I sucked his dick, I saw the most powerful longing overtaking him, accompanied by a furious, stubborn resistance. He never wanted to show his need. He fought the pleasure as it overcame him, and he surrendered to it with low, long moans. Only in those moments did I have the upper hand, and I relished it as much as I relished submission.
I licked my way down Matt’s shaft before sliding the elastic ring over it. It stretched around his girth as I worked it down to the base. I looked up at him.
“Does it hurt?”
I caught a ghost of a smile on his lips. “No,” he said. “It feels good, Hannah.”
I massaged Matt’s balls lightly and turned on the ring.
He moaned—the sound so sharp that I jumped.
“Fuck,” he snarled. He gripped his shaft.
“Uh, sorry—sorry, let me—”
“N-no, no … it’s fine.” Matt stroked himself a few times and closed his eyes. “Fine…”
“Does it feel good? Bad?” I peered up at him.
“Good,” he breathed.
I pried Matt’s fingers off his dick and tried not to giggle. He was always taking matters into his own hands. “Let me.” I pumped his shaft and licked his head back into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and moved him deeper, moaning as I did.