A Question of Love by Jess Dee

took the opportunity to ease the ache in his dick, slipping it into her slick pussy and driving it in to the hilt.
    Oh shit. He had a minute, tops. No way he was going to last longer than that. God she was tight. Her channel was hot and snug, clamping around his dick, holding him, pulling him in.
    “Ga…aa…aaabe!” she yelled. “Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
    Not even a minute.
    He pulled out and drove back into her, only to be shocked down to his toes when the gentle buzz of the vibrator hummed through the thin layer of skin separating it from his dick. Oh fuck. He could feel it. It drove him insane. Demented. Jesus, he had to come. Had to…come. Had to…
    Again and he again he withdrew and drove back into her, each plunge sending him closer over the edge.
    Tina slammed back to meet every thrust, crying out his name, mixing it with God’s.
    Pressure built, higher, higher, all-consuming, until he could hold on no longer. Tina’s wild contractions sent him over. The compulsive clenching of her pussy muscles, pulling at him, tormenting him, brought on his orgasm. With a loud roar he came, spraying over and over again inside her. Luckily voluntary movement was beyond him, because he had a sudden animalistic impulse to tear off the condom and shoot unprotected into her pussy, marking her, staking his claim.
    The orgasm kept on and on, yanking rope after rope of come from his balls. Only when Tina collapsed beneath him, still shuddering, did the final pressure of his release end. He jerked as one last shot of semen emptied him.
    Moments later, he withdrew from her. Each inch of the extraction was as sensitive as hell. When he removed the vibrator. Tina moaned and sighed.
    He tossed the used condom in the bin, set the vibe on the bedside table and collapsed beside her.
    No good. She wasn’t close enough. He pulled her nearer and wrapped his arms around her. She tucked herself into his chest and gave a soft, contented sigh.
    His breath came out ragged and his heart raced. “I love you,” he whispered as he ran a hand through her silky hair.
    Tina’s only response was a soft snore.

Chapter Seven
    She stared at him in morbid fascination. “You want me to wear that?”
    His brown eyes shone with lust. “Uh huh.”
    “To the restaurant?”
    He nodded in affirmation and held his hand out.
    She swallowed but took his gift, holding it in her palm. With a soft buzz it whirred to life, vibrating against her skin, tickling her.
    Gabe grinned. “Remote control.”
    Her pussy clenched—in response to both the toy and his smile. She raised an eyebrow. “And who gets to hold the remote while we’re at dinner?”
    He winked. “I do.”
    That was all the information she needed. She spun around and headed to the bathroom, emerging minutes later feeling decadent and naughty. Pressed against her clit and held in place with thong-like straps was a tiny butterfly.
    Gabe’s surprise return visit seven weeks ago had turned into a regular Sunday-night event. At some point, the Sunday visits stretched out to incorporate Wednesday evenings as well. And then, interestingly enough, Friday nights too. They didn’t always go out. Sometimes they just stayed in and watched TV or chatted or pashed on the couch.
    It had been seven weeks of wondrous lovemaking and enchanting reawakenings. She hadn’t had sex like this in four long years. Not since her last encounter with Gabe. Or, to be more specific, with Gabe and Connor.
    “Are you wearing it?” Gabe asked now, his voice devilish and sexy.
    “Yes.”
    “How does it feel?”
    She thought about it for a second, imagined the purple vibe pressed against her clit, and said in all innocence, “Soft. Comfortable. Cozy.”
    He growled and shoved his hand in his pocket.
    Tina jumped.
    “How about now?”
    The butterfly vibrated with a soft, stimulating buzz. Not hard enough to make her come, but strong enough to shock her into a heady state of arousal. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her heart