Darcy?”
“What do you plan on doing with that?” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s not for me, is it?”
She ran the vibrating tip along her lips, making sure to flick her tongue across the smooth plastic. “Maybe.”
“Perhaps we should have worked on some safe words beforehand after all.”
“Don’t be a baby. Or aren’t you man enough to handle a little vibrator?” Licking up the length of the plastic, she couldn’t stop from giggling when it connected with her teeth. “Tickles.”
Ignoring a growling Darcy, Petra dropped to her knees beside him and held the vibrator up over his chest.
“Did you read my blog post on creative uses for these things? I have to admit, most of that was pure research. I’d love to have the opportunity to test some of those ideas out. For instance, I do know that they make excellent muscle massagers.”
She pressed the side of the vibrator to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. It was close to one of the wax puddles and Petra made sure to trace around it. “You should really consider getting one of these for yourself. It does wonders on those hard to reach spots.”
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you have the right man in your life, you don’t need one of those things.”
Tired of hearing his old retort, Petra pressed the tip of the vibrator to the center of his exposed armpit.
“Ahh!” The table jerked several inches as Darcy tried to escape the torture. “Not fair!”
“Perfectly fair. Though if you don’t like that use, I’m sure I can find something else we can do with it.”
She’d had enough toying around for the time being. Her panties were soaked, her nipples hard and if she didn’t get an orgasm soon, someone was going to die.
Moving down, Petra climbed in between Darcy’s legs, pushing them up so he was forced to bend his legs at the knees.
“Pet?”
“Oh hush.” She traced a line along the inside of his thigh, stopping short of his balls. “You’ll love it.”
“I’m sorry I ever doubted your sexual advice. I promise I will never make that mistake again.”
“Shh.” Changing directions, she went below his balls, across his perineum and over his ass cheeks. “I wonder if you’d enjoy it if I put this...right...here.”
She barely managed to touch his asshole before Darcy wrapped his legs around her, effectively trapping her. Petra normally would have made some smartass response, something cute and funny that would have gotten him riled up even more, but when her gaze locked onto his, she knew that things had just slipped from her control.
Darcy looked as if he were about to eat her alive.
“Get these cuffs off me.” There was a dangerous note in his voice, something wild and very male.
Shit, she’d screwed up. She knew some men were really against the whole playing around down there thing, but she honestly hadn’t thought Darcy would react so negatively. It wasn’t as if she was actually going to do anything. Hell, she didn’t even have the lube with her.
Snatching the keys from the table, she managed to undo the cuffs with little effort. “Darcy, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t actually do anything that would—”
In the next instance she was pressed flat to the floor and he was kissing her—hard. Somewhere, she had a vague impression of him humping her thigh, was aware of his fingers in her hair, the size of his body pressed against her. The main focus of her attention was on his mouth and the litany of words he muttered in between devouring kisses.
“So fucking hot.
“Want to play with you all night.
“Need to taste you.
“ My turn.”
It was that last one that really caught her attention. Lifting her hands above her head, he put one on top of the other and pressed down on them. “Don’t move.”
No frigging way was she going anywhere.
Darcy grabbed the wax and matches. “I have always wanted to do this.”
Petra did her best not to cry out when the first blob of wax landed on her
“What do you plan on doing with that?” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s not for me, is it?”
She ran the vibrating tip along her lips, making sure to flick her tongue across the smooth plastic. “Maybe.”
“Perhaps we should have worked on some safe words beforehand after all.”
“Don’t be a baby. Or aren’t you man enough to handle a little vibrator?” Licking up the length of the plastic, she couldn’t stop from giggling when it connected with her teeth. “Tickles.”
Ignoring a growling Darcy, Petra dropped to her knees beside him and held the vibrator up over his chest.
“Did you read my blog post on creative uses for these things? I have to admit, most of that was pure research. I’d love to have the opportunity to test some of those ideas out. For instance, I do know that they make excellent muscle massagers.”
She pressed the side of the vibrator to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. It was close to one of the wax puddles and Petra made sure to trace around it. “You should really consider getting one of these for yourself. It does wonders on those hard to reach spots.”
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you have the right man in your life, you don’t need one of those things.”
Tired of hearing his old retort, Petra pressed the tip of the vibrator to the center of his exposed armpit.
“Ahh!” The table jerked several inches as Darcy tried to escape the torture. “Not fair!”
“Perfectly fair. Though if you don’t like that use, I’m sure I can find something else we can do with it.”
She’d had enough toying around for the time being. Her panties were soaked, her nipples hard and if she didn’t get an orgasm soon, someone was going to die.
Moving down, Petra climbed in between Darcy’s legs, pushing them up so he was forced to bend his legs at the knees.
“Pet?”
“Oh hush.” She traced a line along the inside of his thigh, stopping short of his balls. “You’ll love it.”
“I’m sorry I ever doubted your sexual advice. I promise I will never make that mistake again.”
“Shh.” Changing directions, she went below his balls, across his perineum and over his ass cheeks. “I wonder if you’d enjoy it if I put this...right...here.”
She barely managed to touch his asshole before Darcy wrapped his legs around her, effectively trapping her. Petra normally would have made some smartass response, something cute and funny that would have gotten him riled up even more, but when her gaze locked onto his, she knew that things had just slipped from her control.
Darcy looked as if he were about to eat her alive.
“Get these cuffs off me.” There was a dangerous note in his voice, something wild and very male.
Shit, she’d screwed up. She knew some men were really against the whole playing around down there thing, but she honestly hadn’t thought Darcy would react so negatively. It wasn’t as if she was actually going to do anything. Hell, she didn’t even have the lube with her.
Snatching the keys from the table, she managed to undo the cuffs with little effort. “Darcy, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t actually do anything that would—”
In the next instance she was pressed flat to the floor and he was kissing her—hard. Somewhere, she had a vague impression of him humping her thigh, was aware of his fingers in her hair, the size of his body pressed against her. The main focus of her attention was on his mouth and the litany of words he muttered in between devouring kisses.
“So fucking hot.
“Want to play with you all night.
“Need to taste you.
“ My turn.”
It was that last one that really caught her attention. Lifting her hands above her head, he put one on top of the other and pressed down on them. “Don’t move.”
No frigging way was she going anywhere.
Darcy grabbed the wax and matches. “I have always wanted to do this.”
Petra did her best not to cry out when the first blob of wax landed on her
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