“Oh, oh, oh.” Her husky cry of pleasure made him grin.
Damned if the anal plug, slim as it was, didn’t make her beautifully tight.
After flipping the switch on the magic wand, he started to thrust. His movement forced her forward onto the wand—and he could feel the thing vibrating all the way through her. Nice.
Her body went stiff. “Noooo.”
Relenting, he retreated enough she’d only touch the vibrator when he thrust and would get a break when he moved back.
She wouldn’t need much to send her over again. Her cunt was already clamping down on him as she aroused again.
With one hand, he teased a swollen, undoubtedly painful breast, tugging on the abused nipple, as he increased his speed. She was slick and hot around him, her body quivering delightfully as he drove her into the vibrator and back.
“Gods, oh gods,” she gasped—and she came, tightening around his dick like a hot fist, hard enough the rhythmic clenching ripped his control apart.
The pressure tightened in his groin, ran like scalding liquid through his balls, and overwhelming pleasure filled him. Bending his head, he wrapped his arms around her as he came and came.
Valerie felt like a total limp noodle as she watched Ghost finish preparing for bed. He’d already gently sponged her off before tucking her under the covers.
Sitting on the mattress, he took off his odd peg leg walker, then slid into bed. “Come here, lass.” He pulled her up against him, setting her head on his shoulder. He was so warm she didn’t mind when he tossed the covers back. “I’m surprised you’re still awake.”
“I can’t believe the things you did to me,” she muttered. And, okay, she really loved hearing his deep laugh.
“Professor, I thoroughly enjoy doing things to you.”
“You’re such a damn sadist.”
“Yes.” He stroked down her waist, curled his hand over her ass and squeezed, laughing at her hissed curses.
She earned another squeeze for calling him a son of a dirty, stinky camel.
Life was easier when no one knew Arabic.
“By the way, did you notice the new mirror in here?” he asked.
“I did. It’s really beautiful.” It was huge—probably three feet wide by six feet high with a dark frame of ornate metal inlay work. The black and gold finish matched the hanging Moroccan lanterns in the corners. “And perfect with your décor.”
In shades of blue and black, his bedroom was a beautiful blend of clean lines and luxurious fabrics, rich tapestries and rugs. An Arabian night’s dream in the current century.
“I’m glad you like it.” He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the top of her head. “Maybe it will make up for the two new rules that go into effect in the morning.”
“What rules?” She lifted her head to eye him suspiciously.
The glint of laughter in his eyes was unsettling. “Rule one—you’ll be naked whenever you’re here. And when you leave, you’ll wear the underwear I buy you.”
“Excuse me?” Like that would ever happen. Valerie shook her head. “Two glasses of wine and a lot of orgasms are totally insufficient preparation for this kind of order, Colonel.”
His deep, open laugh sent quivers through her, and then he caught her chin, keeping her head up. Trapping her gaze. “Because of the damage your ex and his nitwits caused, you were going to walk away from what we have together, pet. That’s unacceptable.”
It felt good to hear him insult them, but… She swallowed. “Yes, what they said made me feel…ugly…but how will being naked help?”
“Covering up isn’t helping you, lass.” He pulled her against him, his arms comforting. “My experience—losing part of my leg—is different, yet similar. It took quite a while before I could stand to see myself in the mirror, before I could accept that my body wasn’t the same as what I wanted, but it’s mine, and I’m not less of a person. Simply different, which is okay. Some people like who I am and how I look—and some don’t. And that’s okay, too.”
She huffed. “You’re like sex on a stick, and I’m old and flab—
“Stop.” He picked up something from the bedstand and swatted her thigh.
“Ow!” It stung like a line of angry bees had nailed her. “That didn’t feel good at all.”
When she tried to rub her stinging thigh, he held her hand away from it. “You told me you know you have a problem because of those assholes. Can’t you trust me enough to let me help?”