Gia didn’t know if she was really trembling, or if it was just some invisible, internal quaking from excitement. She watched him avidly as he leaned down and lapped at the moisture next to her thigh and labia. It was the most incendiary, erotic moment she’d ever experienced. She almost begged him to put his tongue back on her clit—the pleasure had been that sharp—when he pushed her back slightly and stood.
“Oh,” she muttered in dazed surprise when he lifted her into his arms and started toward the bedroom. Her robe was falling off, the belt trailing behind them on the carpet, but Seth seemed impervious. He glanced down at her swiftly when they entered the bedroom. He looked beautiful to her in that moment, his face set and hard, her arousal glossing his stern mouth.
When he set her down, it was on her feet before the large vanity in the luxury bathroom. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but he was busy briskly pulling her robe off the rest of the way. His thighs bracketed her right hip and buttock, cupping the side of her with his large body. He reached around her with his left hand and parted her sex lips with his thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, he ran the ridge of his forefinger between the flushed valley of her sex lips.
“Look at that,” he rasped next to her ear. “Look how beautiful you are.”
She gasped at the precise stimulation, having no choice but to stare wide-eyed and mute into the mirror before them. It was a brazenly sensual vision, his dark hand between her thighs, his finger moving so surely in her exposed flesh. She’d grown very wet. His low, rough growl in her ear sent her arousal even higher. Her clit began to burn beneath his rubbing finger. She moaned and flexed her hips against the pressure.
He grunted in satisfaction, and her gaze darted to him in the reflection. He was watching his hand move just as avidly as she was. Her clit sizzled. “I have something you’ll like,” he said near her ear.
Then his hand was gone. She whimpered softly at the deprivation, feeling just as undone and aroused as she appeared in the mirror. Her cheeks were vividly pink and her nipples had grown erect. Her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to recover from the jarring absence of his rubbing finger. He was digging in his leather toiletry bag. He removed a cylindrical case and tipped out a bluish-purple metallic tube, about the size of a cigar but a little thicker. Next he took out a small bottle of clear liquid, his actions precise and rapid.
“Is that a vibrator?” she asked, stunned, watching him closely as he hastily ripped off the plastic seal on the cap and flipped up the tiny nozzle.
He made a gruff sound of affirmation as he again curled his large body around her hip. She realized the position let him embrace her in a sense while leaving the front of her body exposed to the mirror . . . to the image of him making love to her.
“Do you use one?” he asked gently. At the same time he brushed a few tendrils of hair away from her breasts, fully exposing her. He picked up the bottle of lubricant.
She cleared her throat uncomfortably. Again, he was asking her to be honest about things most human beings just never said out loud. Gia had found dating since she moved to Hollywood challenging for several reasons, the most crucial of which she just hadn’t had time to devote to a relationship. Her little vibrator had become a necessity.
“Yes. Not like that, though,” she admitted, nodding at the blue metallic tube he held in his palm. “Mine is a bullet vibrator.”
“So it’s okay if I use this on you?”
She nodded. He placed his lips briefly on the pulse fluttering at her throat, his pressing, warm lips making her heart leap. Desire swelled in her. She started to reach for him.
“Keep your hands at your sides.”
She made a muffled sound of combined arousal and frustration, but followed his demand.
“You really do blow me away, Gia.”
He squirted some of the clear liquid from the bottle onto the crevice of her labia. Her eyes sprang wide in surprise and interest at his action. Her outer sex glistened. “I know you’re very wet already, but I want to make sure I’m not abrading the skin too much, since you just shaved,” he said, his matter-of-fact explanation and hoarse, deep voice in her ear causing her nipples to tighten even further. She licked her lower lip in mounting anticipation as he turned the power on the vibrator. It was nearly silent, but she could hear the slight buzz. He swept one hand along the side of her body that was farthest from him, caressing her at the same moment that he pressed the purple metallic vibrator between her labia.
“Oh God” leapt out of her throat. She quaked in his hold. Her own arousal and the squirt of lubricant from the bottle had made her very wet. The vibrator buzzed energetically on her clit. But it was the vision of Seth sliding the tube up and down between the sensitive lips that left her wide-eyed and spellbound.
“Feel good?” he asked, his stroking hand cupping her breast and massaging it.
“It feels . . . amazing,” she managed breathlessly.
“Is the pleasure a little sharper, now that you’re all clean and naked?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes,” she grated out between clenched teeth, because it was definitely true. She winced in excitement when he lightly pinched at her nipple with thumb and forefinger. He continued to move the vibrator up and down in the valley of her sex lips, the vision lewd and beautiful and compelling.
“I like watching your face while you watch me touch you,” he said thickly, nipping at her earlobe. She trembled in his hold. He shifted his hips and stepped closer.
“Seth,” she muttered in mounting excitement. The weight of his cock thumped against her right buttock. He pressed closer, letting her feel the full extent of his arousal. He held up her breast and squeezed it gently. She felt his heavy erection jump against her skin.
“See what you’re doing to me?” His eyes looked liquid and hot as he held her stare in the mirror. “It’s going to feel so good inside your little pussy once you come for me.”
The vibrator was ruthless, but so was Seth’s deft skill at using it. “I’m going to come,” she said shakily after a while.
“In a moment,” he said, kissing her ear. She realized he had used a soothing tone with her because he’d slid the lubricated vibrator out of the cleft of her labia. She watched in a rising agony of pleasure as he dragged the vibrating missile over her belly and heaving ribs. Gia knew what he was about to do, reading the hot intent in his hungry gaze as he watched in the mirror. Knowing made the anticipation cut at her.
He lifted her breast and used the tip of the vibrator to stimulate her nipple. She moaned at the erotic sensation and potent image. His cock lurched against her ass. She was so aroused, she dipped her knees and pressed closer to him, stimulating him with a subtle up-and-down motion.
“Hold still,” he told her tensely, his jaw rigid.