by M T Stone
“That’s appetizing,” she says with a big grin, looking at the Demonizer which is still sitting on the counter.
“I’ll clean it up and put it away after we eat,” I assure her, moving over to the sink. “So do you think you can get people to pay two hundred and thirty bucks for one of those?”
“Oh yeah, I can see what the fuss is all about. It’s so different from a normal vibrator. It feels so real.” A rosy color comes into her cheeks as she talks about it. “That’s what I liked about yours too. They’re both incredibly realistic.”
“That’s what I was shooting for,” I tell her, piling spicy noodles onto my plate and grabbing a spring roll. “You’ll have to write a new marketing blurb for it like you did for the dildo.”
“Sure. Another glass of wine and my creativity should spike.” Her eyebrows flutter and a smartass grin crosses her face, so I know it’s already kicking in. “Got a man who doesn’t know where your clit is? No problem, get a Demonizer!” She giggles, wrapping a wad of noodles around her fork.
“Your old man stopped off at the bar instead of coming home after work?” I counter. “Grab the Demonizer!”
“The kids are off on a playdate. Grab the Demonizer!” she adds, causing both of us to laugh so hard we can barely breathe.
“It would be hilarious if we put that in the catalog.” I think about it for a second or two. “I’ve never seen anyone do anything humorous like that.”
“We should make a video and post it to Facebook and YouTube,” she suggests, her eyes twinkling from the possibilities.
“I’ve never had this much fun talking about marketing,” I tell her with a sincere smile. “I think you’re the coolest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you!” Little tears spring from the corners of her eyes, and she reaches out for me, nearly spilling my plate. “You make me fun. I’ve been tense my whole life, but when I’m around you, I don’t feel that way. It’s almost magical.” She gives me a spicy kiss laced with red pepper flakes.
“That has to be a sign.” I can’t help smiling, because she makes me feel the same way. “I’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone.” I set down my plate and wrap an arm around her.
“The fact that we could share an appetizer and entrée without any friction is a miracle,” she says with a snort. “If I would’ve suggested spicy noodles and spring rolls to Kip, he would’ve insisted on kung pow chicken and wontons.”
“Kip’s still an asshole,” I reply with a shitty ass grin. “I can’t believe it took you so long to upgrade.” I start tickling her with my free hand before she has a chance to add anything. Hearing her giggles echo throughout the cabin makes it seem much more inviting. Spending that week out here by myself had been a very eye opening experience. I had always thought that I would love to get away from everyone, but after a couple of days of silence, I reevaluated everything. Five months later, I’m finally beginning to realize what was missing. Honestly, I think I had a deep-seated fear that there wasn’t a woman like Felicia out there, someone who would appreciate me for who I am and not focus on my past or try to mold me into something better. “Thank you for coming out here with me today. This is really awesome.” I place my hand on her cheek and simply gaze in her eyes as my lips slowly gravitate toward hers. I honestly never thought this would happen for me.
Felicia
My body is tingling from head to toe by the time our lips finally part. “Your boyfriend doesn’t have a very talented tongue? Don’t worry, grab a Demonizer,” I whisper, feeling a need to lighten the mood.
“Are you saying I don’t have a talented tongue?” He narrows his eyes defensively.
“No, your tongue is okay.” I giggle, paying him back for the tickling. “It’s a close second.” He obviously knows that I’m kidding, but he flinches as if I hurt his feelings before going back to eating noodles. I grab a spring roll and sit back in the love seat, content to watch him. This man is such a sexual dynamo. He knows damn well that he has absolutely nothing to worry about. There is no machine on earth that could rock my world the way he does.
“I was thinking earlier about how stressful this past year has been,” he says out of the blue with a reflective look in his eyes. “I feel like I’ve aged ten years.”
“I never would’ve guessed that. I’m the one who always stresses over the stupidest things,” I freely admit. “You don’t seem like anything bothers you.”
“Mom says I’m one of those people who keeps it all bottled up inside. She says one day, I’ll lose it and it won’t be good. I don’t think that has to happen, though. I’ve been learning to let go of things.”
“You’ll have to teach me, because I hang onto shit forever,” I tell him making a circle around my head with my finger. “The same shit just keeps churning through my head over and over. If I didn’t have you distracting me, I would still be sitting at home fussing about Kip and Becca.”
“Have you heard from either of them?” he asks with an inquisitive look.
“No. Not a word. But I only sent a text to Becca.” I glance around the room, suddenly wondering where I left my phone. Not that it really matters. “Of course, I don’t know what she would say. She’ll wait until she’s done with him and then she’ll come around groveling for forgiveness.” I pause momentarily, shaking my head. “And I’ll forgive her.”
“You should forgive her, but do it for you, not her,” he says, sharing a bit of wisdom. “Then find a new best friend. Someone like me, for example.” He grins and sets down his empty plate.
“Hey, Mom, this is Rex. He’s my new boss and my new best friend. He’s also my lover,” I blurt out, laughing at the realization.
“I’m okay with it if you are,” he replies, putting his arm around me and snuggling in. He looks at me with those big, brown puppy dog eyes that leave me utterly defenseless.
“I’m fine with it. I just know what my Mom is going to say.” I think about all the previous times her warnings had turned out to be dead right.
“I’m not going to mention anything to my mom unless we eventually decide to get married or something.” He chuckles with wide eyes. “I’ll probably invite them to the wedding.”
“How bad is it?” I ask, but the real thought running through my mind is the word married. Where the hell did that come from? We have had an amazing time together, but mentioning that word is off limits for at least the first year. At least that’s what I’ve been taught.
“My relationship with my parents? It’s fine. As long as I don’t see them much,” he says with a shrug. “I’m the exact opposite of them, so there isn’t much to talk about unless I feel like getting beat up over my career choices. I’m not a glutton for punishment, so I just avoid them as much as possible.”
“That’s too bad. I don’t know what I would do without Mom.” I caress the top of his arm, thinking about all the times she and I have cried together. “After Dad left, I was the one who consoled her on a nightly basis for the first several weeks. It took her quite awhile to get her life back together, but now, she’s made lots of new friends.”
“It’s always hard because I’m sure they had a lot of friends in common,” he replies, hitting the nail on the head. “The other couple always feels like they are forced to pick sides.”
“Well, Dad vanished into thin air, so that wasn’t too big of a problem, but Mom hates being a third wheel so she just chose to withdraw,” I tell him, a lump forming in my throat. “It was really hard to watch. My brother left for college that same year, so it was just her and me.”
“I’m sure that was hard, but it wasn’t a bad experience to have as a teenager,” he says, sharing more perspective. “I’m sure it helped you deal with your breakup with Kip.”
“That’s probably true,” I say, reflecting on the idea. “It took Mom a long time to realize that she and Dad were never right for each other. It didn’t take me nearly as long to come to the same realization.”
“I’m always amazed by the length
s some women will go to in order to make a relationship work. I always watch how men treat their wives or significant others, and it’s amazing how many don’t hold the door or do anything nice for them,” he says with a subtle frown. “It pisses me off. Chivalry shouldn’t be dead. If I ever treat you like that, you have permission to punch me in the nuts!”
“Okay, I’m going to make a note of that in my phone.” I look around again for my phone, feeling a hint of concern that I left it somewhere. “I’m going to put it in my calendar so I know the time and date you said it.” I giggle as a look of regret crosses his face.
“Your phone is on the table by the door,” he replies, giving me a crossways glance. “You left it in the car seat when we got out.”
Cool. A guy who can keep track of my stuff and will open the door for me. That’s a huge improvement over anything I’ve experienced in the past. It actually makes me wonder why I have settled for guys who didn’t treat me like I was special. I suppose I have some daddy issues or some shit. I’ve never really understood how that works, but I always seem to be attracted to the douche bags and push away the good ones. I’ve read that it’s a self-worth issue, but it sure seems to be a habit that’s hard to break.
“Don’t treat me too nicely,” I tell him after retrieving my phone. “I have always had a tendency to favor the bad boys.”
“That’s really why you’re here,” he says in an ah-ha moment. “You assumed I was a bad boy since I run a sex toy company.”
“I think you’re a rare combination, actually. A nice guy who’s a bad boy in the bedroom,” I reply with a wink.
“The bedroom, the deck, or anywhere else you happen to be when I get turned on,” he replies, getting up from the couch and slipping his arms around my waist. “Almost ready to go skinny dipping?”
“Actually, I was thinking about cracking open that cabinet and seeing what other fun toys you have inside,” I murmur, giving him little kisses along his rugged jawline.
“I’ll be right back with the key.”
Chapter 14
Rex
There is something very special about watching a woman blossom after being introduced to one of the most exhilarating forms of heaven on earth. The curiosity has been unleashed within Felicia, and at this point, I’m happy to keep pressing to help her find her limits. Having had sex twice already, I can’t believe that I’m up for more, but she is so sexy in my robe. She seems to be most interested in the plethora of toys that various vendors have been sending me over the past five months. After sorting out the no chance in hell ones and the maybe later ones, we are left with a few that we’re both eager to try.
“We can try a few of those anal ones,” she says with a coy smile. “But I’ll be using them on you.”
“Maybe once we get to know each other better.” I shake my head and smile. “It’s not something I’m totally comfortable with in spite of being a little curious. I’ve read that the prostate massage is pretty amazing.”
“But it’s outside your comfort zone?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I think we should play around with the Magic Wand first, that’s all,” I counter, knowing full well the irony of my feelings. “You can use it on me, but you’ll have to be gentle. The boys are a little sensitive to those things.”
“Oh, I’ll be gentle,” she mutters under her breath, plugging it into the wall. “Holy crap, this thing is wild,” she squeals, accidentally turning it on high.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I don’t want.” I chuckle, pulling it from her hand. “If you let me use this on you first, I’ll let you use the hummingbird attachment on me.”
“Hummingbird, huh? That doesn’t sound very masculine.” She nudges me, and I can see her wheels turning. “I still think we should try out Hugo instead,” she says, holding up a prostrate massager that has a USB remote. “It says that you can even wear it while having sex. I’ll bet that would be pretty wild.” Mischief dances in her eyes as she turns it in her hand, probably trying to figure out how to use it. “We’re definitely going to try this one.”
“We will, just not tonight,” I assure her, redirecting her to the magic wand. “See, here’s the hummingbird attachment. It’ll stimulate me and you’ll still have access to the top half of my cock.”
“Okay, we’ll start with that, but if it isn’t fun—”
“Believe me, it’ll be fun,” I reply, cutting off her sentence. I’ll have to be in an adventurous mood the day we try that other thing. I pull the tie of her robe, and it falls away from her. I guide her onto her back and begin by kissing her luscious lips. My hand travels down her midsection and I begin to massage her, slowly traveling up and down her slick heat. I begin to focus on her clit, wanting to warm it up prior to using the massager as it will be pretty intense.
“Mm, that feels good,” she moans against my lips. “I love the way you do this.” I continue working it in small circles until it has doubled in size.
“I’ll start out on low, so let me know if you need more,” I whisper, knowing she probably won’t need more. The vibrator snaps to life, not something you want to use if you have kids in the house.
“Oh, my God,” she squeals as I touch it against her nub. “Not so much,” she adds, already squirming. “That thing is crazy intense!”
“Sorry, I’ll go slower.” I pull back and move it along her slit before proceeding in a much more gradual manner. In under a minute, she seems to be enjoying it, so I continue with subtle movements for several minutes before increasing the pressure, producing an immediate squeal of delight. “Oh, fuck, that’s intense!” She looks at me with wide eyes, her breathing becoming uneven.
“Just relax and go with it.” I coax her to lie back again.
“Yeah, we’ll see if you can relax when I get ahold of it,” she blurts out, narrowing her eyes. “Now, go slower.” Even though it might be a bit too intense, she seems to be enticed by it since she doesn’t want me to stop.
I turn it in my hand, thinking that using the top of it might be a little less intense. It does the trick, and she begins to moan softly as I move it along her slit, pausing briefly on her clit at the top of each stroke. “Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” I tell her as her legs begin to tremble.
“Just stay right there,” she instructs the next time I pass over her clit. “Oh yeah, right there.” I turn it back to the side, causing an instant reaction. “Oh, fuck, that’s awesome,” she cries. I can’t help smiling when she uses that word. It doesn’t seem right for some reason. I continue to move it just slightly, remaining focused on her sensitive nub. She suddenly grabs my hand and pushes it back just slightly as she goes through an intense wave of orgasm that leaves a silly looking smile on her face.
“So that was okay?” I ask, clicking the power off and setting it down on the bed.
“Yeah, that wasn’t bad.” She giggles, using the lapel of the robe to cover her overstimulated pussy. “We should probably go home or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.” A broad smile forms on her lips as we both know she’s speaking the truth.
“We can clean up and go home now if you want.” I glance at the clock and it’s not even eight. “Then you can have fresh clothes for work.” After two intense orgasms earlier, I know the boys don’t have much left to offer, so going home now is probably a good idea.
“I’m not letting you off the hook.” Her smile dims as she sits up, looking for the massager. “Where is that attachment you were talking about?” The expression on her face combined with the just fucked hairstyle almost makes me laugh, but I hold back since I will now be at her mercy. I reach over to the nightstand and grab it for her.
“You’ll have to put some of this lube on it or there’s no way it’ll fit,” I add, handing her a small bottle of something that came with it. Then I roll onto my back, revealing another rock hard toy for her to play with.
“I’ll just have to make it fit,” she says with an evil grin. She pours a generous about of lube dire
ctly onto my cock and also squirts a little inside the silicone sleeve after attaching it to the Magic Wand. She slides it over the tip of my cock before clicking the vibrator on high.
“Jesus!” I jump as the thing springs to life with with an unbearable intensity. “I expect you to be as gentle as I was with you.” I give her a scornful look.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn it on high.” She fumbles with the button to turn it to the lower setting. “Is this better?” she asks, slipping it back over the tip.
“Oh, yeah,” I gasp as the sensation immediately radiates through me. “Wow, that’s really good,” I affirm as she begins to slowly move it up and down the length of my shaft. “I think you should massage my head with your other hand,” I suggest since the sleeve is only a few inches long. A whole new level of intensity rips through me as she immediately complies. “That is fucking incredible,” I tell her, knowing that it isn’t going to take long for her to bring me to fruition.
“I’m going to try something.” She pushes the sleeve all the way down to the base of my cock and goes back to the high position while stroking me with her other hand.
“My God, that’s fucking unreal,” I groan as the combined pleasures completely overwhelm my senses. This is over the top, even for me. I’ve never had an experience where I was fighting not to lose it right from the start. Getting myself to relax, I want the feeling to last as long as possible, but it only seems to intensify the sensations. I focus on my breathing and try to distract my thoughts in spite of the tremendous pressure building within me. “Oh, God . . .” The words linger on my lips as I feel myself going over the inescapable edge.
“Just relax,” she says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I open my eyes and she has the cutest look of anticipation on her face. Seeing her makes me lose it almost immediately. “Wow, that’s incredible,” she declares as I feel it landing on my neck and chest.
