The Lucky in Love Collection - Lauren Blakely Page 0,38
by telling me what you like about the dolphin?”
Sparks ripple across my skin at his request, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. I do want to tell him. I do want to say what I like.
I point to a light-blue dolphin, take a deep breath, and draw on desire—the desire to speak my mind with a man. I can do this. I can say this. “I like the dolphin because . . .” I pause. I’ve never been this vocal before. I picture my solo rides, how I close my eyes, lie back on my bed, and imagine trying new positions, exploring new lands, as I pleasure myself. “Because it goes deep. Because it feels good inside me, and outside.”
The blue in his eyes turns fiery. “The dolphin makes you feel like you’re being touched by someone who knows how to take care of your needs?”
I shiver, my knees going a little weak. My mind is turned all the way on. “Yes, like my lover is attuned to me.”
His voice is raspy. “And knows how to touch you just right. Knows how to make your skin tingle, how to move his hands over you so the world slips away.”
A quick breath falls from my lips, as my body becomes electric. “That sounds amazing,” I whisper.
His eyes are intense, shining with something that looks dangerously like pure lust. “Because he doesn’t take the gift of your body for granted. Because he asks, and you tell him. Now, tell me—so you can practice saying it—what do you picture when you’re close?”
The flame in his eyes jumps to me, and I’m ignited as I cycle through my go-tos then whisper, “My mind . . . flips through different images. But sometimes it’s words. Things I say, things I picture a lover doing to me.”
He inches closer, and the air crackles and hums between us. “Like what you want to say when you’re about to come?”
I nod, my temperature soaring from that one word—come. I ache everywhere. I ache between my legs with the delicious, torturous need to come. Not now, not here, but soon. “Things I’ve never said out loud,” I whisper, my face hot.
“Dirty, sexy words?”
“Yes.”
“What words?”
I glance around. The silence in the store is deafening. The pounding of my blood is intense. When I’ve gone sex toy shopping with my friends, I felt like a naughty schoolgirl, giggling and making jokes. Now, with a sexy man as my companion, I feel naughty in a whole new way.
A sexier way.
A seductive way.
It’s like he’s seducing me—unintentionally, I’m sure—with his dirty talk, but when he’s this close, uttering those words and smelling so masculine, so damn strong, I nearly groan out loud.
Still, I don’t want to go too far in the store. Some things are too private.
“You don’t want to say it here?”
I shake my head.
“I get that. I don’t want you to move beyond your comfort zone right now. But I have an idea. And it’ll help you with your exploration.”
“What is it?”
“Let’s get you a new rabbit. Something that goes deep, how you like it. Something that makes you feel like you’re being fucked by a man who wants you, and a man who knows how to please you.”
God, I think I might come from his words. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. I pick up a rabbit with more speeds than I’ve ever used. “This one.”
“I’ll buy it, then you report back to me.”
I flinch, surprised at his directions. “Do you want me to text you?”
“It’ll help you with your dirty talking. Try the rabbit, and then tell me how you felt.”
“Let you know what I say when I’m alone?” The fire roars, burning bright inside me.
“Isn’t that what you want? To be able to say those things in the heat of the moment?”
Desperately.
“Yes.”
“This is the first step.”
And I’m going to take it.
22
Arden
That night when I’m alone, I’m ready, so ready. I don’t even need a dirty book or a Tumblr feed.
I’m aching and swollen between my legs, and when I lie down on my bed and slide my hand inside my panties, I’m slick. From spending the whole damn day with Gabe. I turn on the vibrator, and I know it won’t take long at all.
Pleasure spirals in me, and I moan, and I fantasize. I imagine I’m saying all sorts of things to a lover.
A few minutes later, I’m coming, and it feels glorious.