made her open even more as her senses struggled to connect.
Oh, wait. She took a deep inhale. Opening her senses was the purpose of this exercise. God, he was something else.
A reflexive flinch shook her when something landed on her collarbone. It felt like a, well, she wasn’t sure what it was. It moved loose, fluid quality that she found confusing.
Arnie spoke in a husky, amused tone. “We stop if smoke starts coming out of your ears.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means your brain is moving at an incredibly fast rate trying to identify what you’re feeling. It’d be unfortunate if you blew a gasket.”
His words released all the tension in her body. He was right. Overthinking was the enemy of pleasure. The lesson here was to let go and feel. It didn’t matter what thingamabob he used to tickle her senses. What mattered was how it felt.
He used the unidentified object to tantalize her breasts. It drifted between and around each aching mound, and when she felt it encircle a nipple, her reaction was a full-body quiver.
She moaned with need when he nibbled on her earlobe.
“Nicely done, Summer. Yielding to your desires—allowing those feelings to become part of you—is a beautiful thing.” He chuckled and licked her neck. “And since you are such a good girl,” he teased, “I’ll answer your curiosity. What you feel is a chain. From a necklace.”
Ah. That explained the way it moved on her skin. What happened next made her gasp and jerk from surprise. Luckily, he had an arm around her waist to keep her standing.
“The ice challenge,” Arnie drawled as he ran a cube between her breasts and then used it to make her already aching nipples stand at rigid attention.
Water dripped down her torso. The warmth from her flushed skin must have melted the ice chunk faster than he thought. He let out a vigorous, manly chuckle that only made her hotter.
“I hear if you freeze a glass dildo, the temperature play can be quite intense.”
The suggestion earned a lustful moan from her, followed by an untamed growl. Surrendering to a dildo in her lover’s hands, regardless of what it was made from, was shockingly appealing.
When he introduced a sensation in the form of a gooey fluid to the curve of her butt and gravity made it drip into the crack of her ass, she nearly lost it.
The calming scent of lavender reached her nose. Arnie’s slick hands thoroughly explored every inch of her skin from waist to thighs. He found pressure points and erogenous spots—took advantage of her quivering response and touched her more intimately than when she rode his fingers.
After teasing her breasts and without going near her pussy, he reminded her how accessible her ass was, and pushed her to the brink of coming.
Staggered, turned on, and desperate in an unladylike way, Summer struggled with the barrage of sensations her magnificent sun god evoked.
Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and moved. Clinging to his neck for safety, she whimpered from uncertainty as she felt herself being lowered. When her back hit the soft bed, she relaxed and let him position her without resistance.
He checked on the eye mask, murmured in her ear about trusting her feelings, and kissed her with aggressive passion. She trembled, knowing he had every intention of leaving no sensory stone unturned. When he was finished, Summer was certain she’d never be the same.
She didn’t expect the demands he purred into her ear and wasn’t prepared for how easily she responded or how desperately she wanted more.
“Use your hands to feel the bed. Find your place.”
It was deeply satisfying how he understood her physical connection to space and movement. Not everyone got it.
Stretching her legs and pointing her toes, she threw her arms wide, gripped the bedsheets, and wiggled her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelped in a surprised giggle when he tickled her toes.
“Tell me when you’re centered.”
She took a deep breath, felt her chest expand, and hoped her boobs looked awesome. Sucking in her stomach was overkill, but it was more a reflex than anything else. Without dislodging the mask covering her eyes, she fanned her hair around her head, so it wasn’t bunched up under her neck.
Feeling powerfully female and more wickedly sexual than ever, she found it easy to lay back and offer up her body and senses.
The same fragrant fluid he used on her backside was applied to both feet. Each toe was kneaded and pulled. Ripples of pleasure shot up