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By:Penny Wylder


His finger slips inside me again, and I moan. As he fucks me with his finger, a pleasant pressure builds in my center, and then his finger is gone. “This will be cold,” he says, and suddenly it is, the head of the glass dildo is pressing into my pussy, and it’s cold enough to make me gasp. It’s so opposite from my body heat that I shiver, my body adapting to the new temperature. I open my eyes to find Jet concentrating on my pussy, working the glass toy inside me. The spirals feel odd and pleasant—not a texture I would have chosen, but I like it. When the dildo is all the way inside me, Jet smiles. “How do you feel?”

The coldness of the dildo is so alien and strange, but also arousing. I can’t explain the feeling. The glass is heavy inside me, and I feel pleasantly full with the cold. The temperature is making me more sensitive and my clit feels hot by comparison. He eases the dildo out, only to push it in again, and I groan. “I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Just don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and seals his mouth over my clit. The heat of his mouth compared to the icy cold of the dildo sends me spinning, and I make a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He starts to fuck me with the dildo, tongue working my clit all the while. He flicks up one side and down the other, then licking the underside, and sucking it deep. My hands fist in the sheets, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him to fuck me harder, suck me deeper. The combination of his tongue and the cold has me suddenly close to the edge, and I want to come. I want to finish on his tongue, let him taste me.

Jet spins the dildo inside my pussy, the spirals on the glass eliciting a whole new wave of feeling. I’m begging him now, asking him to make me come, and he fucks me with more force. The hardness of the glass presses against me in a way I’ve never felt, and it’s making me shake—the ridges on it are driving me crazy. But it’s his mouth that sends me over the edge. Jet swirls his tongue around my clit, repeating the motion until I’m arching against him, and once I am, he scrapes my clit with his teeth, the difference enough to send me over the edge. I cry out Jet’s name, my pussy squeezing down on the glass and my cum flooding onto his mouth. He continues to suck at me, until I’m writhing on the bed and shaking under his tongue.

When he finally pulls out the glass toy I feel the loss, now used to the coolness of the material. My body is still in the aftershocks of bliss, and it isn’t until I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper that I remember there’s still one more toy we haven’t tried.





12





I completely forgot about the couple’s toy. Jet’s couple’s toy. It’s in his hand now, and I watch as he slips it onto his cock, which is gloriously hard. The toy itself is a pretty teal, but I don’t get a chance to look at it up close, because Jet is back. He’s kissing me now, and this time I let myself get lost. His lips could convince anyone of anything, that’s how great they are. My head is still cloudy with pleasure, and I’m so sensitive that every part of me he touches comes alive. He fits himself against me, entering me in one smooth stroke, and a spike of heat flares through my body. It may have been a tiny orgasm, but I can’t think about it, because he’s filling me up so deeply, and in this position it’s even more evident than the last time. The toy he has on is nestled against my clit, and even though it’s not turned on, the pressure is pleasant.

Jet slides out of me slowly, easing back in. His pace increases, and I wrap my arms around him, drawing his body closer against me. Our eyes are locked as he thrusts into me, and I don’t think I’ve ever done this—been seen, watched, noticed like this in the middle of sex. It sends a burst of arousal through me, and my pussy gets wetter. Jet feels it, and it fuels his speed. He’s fucking me now, and I can’t keep my eyes open, can’t focus on anything other the sensations rippling through me with every stroke.

The pleasure sinks through my body, and my breath is coming in short gasps. I can feel another orgasm on the distant horizon, getting closer as his cock touches that deep part of part of me that sets off fireworks. Jet pauses in his thrusting for a moment, and I feel why. Suddenly the toy thrums to life, a completely different feeling than the other toy. This one the buzzing is soft, almost teasing. It won’t get me there on its own, but combined with Jet’s cock…

Oh my god.

I’m suddenly wrapping my entire body around Jet to get him closer, to pound into me harder. Every thrust against me presses the little vibrator against my clit, and combined with his rhythm, I’m pulsing with vibration and the echoing pleasure of being well and truly fucked. More. I need more, more. I’m telling him that I need it, not to stop, please don’t stop. I grab his hips and grind into him, trying to keep that deceptive little vibrator pressed against me for just a little longer.

Jet grabs my arms, pinning them above my head as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but take what he gives, and I love it. I’m so close to coming, the vibrations keeping me on the edge of the cliff, not letting me go over. I know he’s getting close too, I can hear it in his breath and the sounds he’s making. I beg him, I ask him to make me come, and then I can’t speak anymore because the pleasure is keeping me in limbo.

Then Jet slips home, thrusting deeply into me once, twice, and a third time, burying himself to the hilt and staying there. The vibrator hits my clit and stays there, and I shatter, coming harder than I ever have in my life. My screams echo off the walls, and his cries do to as he comes with me. I can feel his cock jump inside me as squeeze down onto him, muscles shuddering uncontrollably in the wake of my orgasm. He kisses me, and I kiss him. I’m out of my mind with the feelings running through my nerves. My body feels light and fragile, like it’s been the conductor for all the pleasure in the world and could be set off again at any moment.

Our kisses slow together, calming from frenzied to soft and deep. He turns off the toy, and slips out of me so he can lie beside me. I feel like I could lie here forever in this feeling of being utterly content. “If every toy you’ve designed is like that,” I say, “I think your line is going to be very, very successful.”

“You liked it?”

“Fuck, yes.”

He laughs, pulling me closer. “If I have anyone to thank for this toy, it’s you. It’s a new one I added to the line, designed almost entirely off of your feedback, and our rooftop adventure.”

“Really?” I sit up and look at the toy on his cock, pulling it off to inspect it more closely. The vibrator extends up from the ring in a gentle curve, so it just barely touches the clit with each thrust—getting that teasing feeling that was just mind-blowing.

“I called it the Kara.”

I start to laugh, and I can’t stop. Not because it’s funny, it’s sweet. It’s incredibly sweet. But because in this moment, I am so, so happy. I know he made a mistake, and he knows that too, and I’m sure there will be plenty of time for me to make him grovel—preferably with his tongue between my legs. But my brain has caught up to the fact that I would be crazy to make this our last night together. How can it be when we’ve barely started?

I tackle him down on the bed, kissing him as hard as I can. “I think it’s a little weird to have a sex toy name after me, but I like it.”

“I’m glad.” His smile is huge and it lights me up inside.

“I hope you have an extra toothbrush,” I say against his lips.

I feel him tense underneath me. “You’re staying?”

“I’m staying.”

He pulls me down to kiss me, and I feel him getting hard all over again. I laugh, breaking up the kiss. “I don’t know if I’m ready for the next round. Maybe after some more Italian food.”

“I think I could arrange that.” He slides out from under me, heading to the dining room. He comes back with a plate piled high with pasta, and the rest of the bottle of wine. “By the way,” he says, handing me the wine, “now that you know everything, I can think of the perfect application for your research skills.”

“Oh?” I ask. “What’s that?”

He smiles his wicked little smile. “Testing each and every version of my toys, telling me how I can make them better, and most importantly, letting me fuck you afterwards.”

I return his smile. “I think I could arrange that.”





Epilogue





One Year Later

The Plaza Hotel



The ballroom is swirling with people, the party a major hit. I see Jet across the room speaking with representatives from his manufacturing plant, and I see people swarming the sample table, ready to spread the work that KINdred Spirit is no longer just a toy company. It’s now everything to do with sex, from the massage oils he tried on me to lingerie to honestly the most delicious lube I’ve ever tasted—and I’ve tasted a lot…for research, of course.

Jet’s toys have been so successful that they’ve been sold out for most of the last year. The capital allowed him to expand faster than he was expecting, and I love that I’ve been able to help. It wasn’t too long before he asked me to come work at KINdred Spirit as a developer and researcher, and as much as I love the people at the shop, research was my first love. But I still stop by from time to time to chat, and of course, perform competition research.