I push back, then slide to my feet next to the bed. "First, I need to take care of you."
I prowl over to the cabinet and fling open the doors, revealing the array of my sex toys. Devices I’ve accumulated as lovingly as my books. Both stimulate me mentally and emotionally, but the gadgets also push boundaries and are a source of physical pleasure.
I sense her still, then feel the worry that vibrates off her body.
"They’re completely safe," I murmur.
"I know." Her voice is strong, but the underlying hesitation is unmistakable.
I spin around, walk over to her and pull her into my arms. "If you want to stop, just say the word."
"You mean like a safe word."
A flush of satisfaction wells in my chest. "Apparently, your smutty books have also given you a basic education."
"More than you realize," she says with a secret smile.
"Hmm." I study her features. "Choose a safe word."
"Reflection," she says without hesitation.
I tilt my head. "Reflection."
She nods.
"And you definitely want to go ahead?"
She nods again.
"You’re definitely sure?"
"I’m sure." She half-smiles, then slides her hand between us and squeezes my crotch. "As are you."
"More than you’ll ever know."
I kiss her forehead this time, then push her onto her back. She goes willingly. I arrange her arms by her sides, lean over and lick one of her nipples, then the other. She shivers. I continue to lave her pointed flesh, then slide my fingers between her legs. I strum her pussy lips and she shudders. She throws her arms about my shoulders and pulls me closer. I bite her nipple,while at the same time, I thrust two fingers, then three, inside her slit.
A moan bleeds from her lips, and she parts her legs. I place my mouth on hers, swallow her other sounds, then increase the intensity of my actions. I weave my fingers in and out of her, then grind my thumb into her clit. Her entire body jolts. The pulse at the base of her throat thuds faster. That’s when I tear my mouth from hers and pull out my fingers.
She blinks at me, eyes glazed with lust, skin flushed. "Liam, I was so close," she whines.
"Patience, LadyBird."
I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. Her lips part.
"Much as I hate to do this, it’s for your safety." I reach over and slide off the ring I placed on her finger.
"Why are you doing that?"
"You’ll see." I slide off my own ring and place it next to hers.
"Are you wearing any other jewelry?"
She shakes her head.
I survey her features, her neck, her wrists, her ankles, just to be sure. When I’m satisfied there’s no metal on her body, I lean over, and without taking my gaze off of her, I pull a tube from the drawer in the bedside table. Then I smear the lube across her stomach, in and around her pussy, down her inner thighs.
"What are you doing?" she asks in a voice heavy with lust.