Nights With Him(86)

He met her reflection in the glass. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he said, dropping his mouth to her shoulder, planting a kiss, then gently biting her skin. She felt beautiful as he looked at her. That could only be helpful, feeling beautiful, she reasoned. It could only help her to keep moving on.

He reached for a small clear bottle on the white marble vanity, drizzled some lube onto a few fingers, then returned to her backside once more, all the while keeping his eyes locked on her in the mirror.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, just tell me to stop. At any point,” he said as he teased at her back entrance. She lifted her ass for him, giving him all the access he needed.

She shook her head. “I know it will feel good,” she said, as he pushed a finger into her. She gasped from the pressure, closing her eyes from the quick hit of pleasure that burst through her.

“Just getting you ready,” he said, then reached for the bag on the counter, taking out the jeweled butt plug he’d bought for her while she was delivering her keynote. To think, this afternoon she’d been the respected psychologist from New York speaking to a crowd of hundreds of colleagues about serious relationship matters and treatment modalities, and tonight she was Jack’s lover, cheeks spread, ready to receive a jeweled pleasure toy in her ass. A Joy Delivered product, of course, the toy was silver, shaped like a rounded bullet and with a sturdy base. On the base, was a deep purple fake gem.

“I chose purple because it’s a sophisticated color for a sophisticated woman,” he said, holding up the toy in the mirror.

“Nothing says sophisticated like a jeweled butt plug,” she said in a playful voice, making him laugh.

But the laughing stopped from both of them as he removed his finger and slowly, carefully inserted the plug into her rear. She tensed briefly as it stretched her. She’d had his fingers in her before, plenty of times, but this was larger and thicker. She exhaled deeply as she adjusted to the size. But then, she needed to get used to it. This toy was tiny compared to him, and she fully intended to have him there later tonight.

“How does it feel?”

“Weird. But good,” she said, and he spun her around and dropped to the floor once more, kissing the tops of her feet, then her shins, and up to her knees. He looked up at her, and his eyes blazed darkly with so much heat, so much passion, and so much unbridled lust as he worked his way up the front of her legs, kissing and licking her skin, then her inner thighs. She was hot and wet already, and he lapped up the wetness slipping down her legs.

“How am I going to make it through dinner?” she asked as he flicked his tongue once against her throbbing center, then stood up.

“The same way I am. Aroused. Stay right here,” he told her, and returned to the bedroom, then was back in seconds with the dress and underwear she’d laid out for herself on the bed. The dress was simple, a red, jersey cotton number that fit softly and well. He handed her the white lace panties, and she stepped into them as he gently lowered the dress over her head, letting it fall down to her knees.

“No bra for me?” she asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Don’t wear one tonight,” he said, smoothing out the dress, then reaching his hands up to cup her bottom through her panties. “But you have to wear panties as much as I’d prefer you naked under the dress,” he said, and tapped the jewel.

She gasped from the slightest movement in her rear. “It feels so good,” she whispered, like she was telling him a decadent secret.

“All I can think about, Michelle. All I can think about is you, and your perfect ass, and how much I want you.”

She eyed his towel, and the way his hard cock was tenting it.

That was her power. The effect she had on him. She wanted some power back. After too many emotions had rattled free from her heart, she needed to take. She tugged the towel off him, and his dick saluted her. He was at attention, and a drop glistened on the tip. Using her thumb, she spread that liquid on the head, watching his eyes turn hazy, his breath ragged.

“Can I fuck you with my hand before dinner?” she asked, talking to him as he’d often spoken to her. Controlling. Confident.

“You naughty girl,” he said with narrowed eyes, and she took that as a yes.

She was fully dressed, he was completely naked, and she was thoroughly in charge of his pleasure. This beautiful, controlling man was hers to touch and to tease. She reached behind her to the counter, squirted some lube into her hands, and proceeded to stroke his gorgeous cock. She needed this. She desperately needed this right now.

Slowly at first, like it was a luxury, and she wanted to savor every second. “Don’t come,” she told him sharply.