What she didn’t do was answer.
“You got in this state, Faye,” he pushed gently, “what’d you do before me?”
Her h*ps undulated with his finger and he heard her breath come faster.
She still didn’t answer.
His finger stopped moving and he cupped her between her legs.
She whimpered, pressed closer and pushed her h*ps against his hand.
Phenomenal.
“Faye,” he growled.
“Toy,” she whispered then quickly, “Chace, your finger.”
But he was caught up in visions of Faye touching herself with a toy.
Good ones.
Really good ones.
“Where is it?” he asked, his voice low, gruff.
Her h*ps kept pushing and now her hands were moving with agitation over his skin.
“What?” she asked.
“Your toy. Where is it?”
Her head tipped back and oh f**king yeah.
She was turned on. Huge.
“Why?” she whispered.
“’Cause I’m gonna use it on you,” he whispered back.
“Nightstand,” she answered immediately, so hot, so cute, she wanted that and she wanted it bad.
Fuck. Amazing.
He dipped his head and took her mouth in a long, wet, deep, wild kiss then twisted just his torso to hold their position, hoping to Christ it was in the nightstand at his side.
It was.
He didn’t hesitate to turn it on and position it.
Like he expected, she reacted violently to this but in a good way, pressing her tits deep in his chest, holding on tight, her nails scraping the skin of his back, her face soft, lips parted, h*ps jerking against the vibrator.
And he got to watch.
It was f**king brilliant.
His voice now hoarse, when she was close, he asked, “How’d they do it?”
“Wh… what?” she gasped, her h*ps now jerking.
Christ.
Hot.
“In your book, baby,” he prompted and she tried to focus on him but failed. He pressed the toy harder to her clit, rolling it and growled, “Faye.”
“All fours,” she panted.
Jesus.
Fuck yes.
“You want that?” he pushed. They’d never done that. She could definitely get wild but he was still initiating her to sex slowly.
“Yes, please,” she breathed, her h*ps bucked, her head shifted back, lips parting and she came for him.
He didn’t delay, turned off the toy, threw it aside, rolled her to her belly then pulled her h*ps up and positioned, thanking Christ she’d done what she’d done only once before and that was start reading without putting her panties back on.
Then he drove in.
He was so far gone, she was so slick and still pulsing with her orgasm, it didn’t take him long. Still, she’d just found it but, all Faye, all his, she could get wild. So as he pounded into her, she lifted one hand to curl her fingers around the iron of her headboard and found it again. Her head jerking back, her hair flying, her ass tipping to the ceiling, she came hard and loud, crying out with it, it sent him over the edge and he joined her.
Coming down, he took her slow, gentle, his hands moving over her sweet ass, her hips, the smooth skin of her back, her sides, her ribs under her nightie. Then he pulled out, dropped to her side and hauled her over him so she was on top. He shifted, yanking her covers over both of them then he rounded her with his arms.
She breathed against his neck, her body so loose and sated, she gave him all her weight.
He took it because it felt f**king great.
Finally, she whispered, “I don’t get it.”
“Don’t get what, darlin’?” he asked quietly.
“I’ve been doing that for a while and you still do it better than me.”
For a second, Chace’s body tensed just thinking yet again of Faye touching herself.
Then his arms got tight around her and he burst out laughing.
When he was done, he noticed her head pressed tight into his neck just as he noticed her body was no longer loose but taut in his arms.
His laughter died but his arms stayed tight when he called, “Faye?”
She didn’t answer.
His hand slid up her spine to glide into her hair and he called again, “Faye, honey? You okay?”
“You know I have a toy,” she whispered.
Fuck, she went so wild for him sometimes he forgot this was all new to her.
“Lots of women have toys,” he told her quietly.
She didn’t answer.
“Nothin’ shameful about it,” he went on.
She was silent.
He used his arm around her to pull her up but even when she was forced to take her face out of his neck, she avoided his eyes.
“Faye, baby, look at me,” he whispered and it took her a couple of seconds but she did it. When he got her eyes, he reminded her, “You do not have to be embarrassed with me.”
“I –” she started and, his hand in her hair, he pulled her face closer to his.
“That was hot,” he kept whispering and she bit her lip. “Really hot.”
Her eyes went side to side before lighting on his again and she whispered, “But, I –”
He rolled her to her back, his chest pressing her to the bed and kept his face close to hers when he went on, “Seriously, Faye, honey, that… was… hot. I came within minutes of gettin’ inside you and I made love to you before I fell asleep. I love makin’ love to you, baby, f**kin’ love it. But we just f**ked and I gotta tell you, I love that too. I like takin’ you sweet. I like takin’ you slow. I like f**kin’ you hard. And I like thinkin’ of you touchin’ yourself. I like knowin’ all that wild was layin’ in wait for me and you kept it under control by takin’ care of yourself. That’s hot too. Unbelievably hot. Everything about you is hot, honey. You got nothin’ to be embarrassed, ashamed or worried about because you’re the best I ever had. All of you. All we share. The best kiss. The best orgasm. The best lovemaking. And seriously the best f**k.”
She was staring up at him, eyes wide when he finished and she whispered with disbelief, “Really?”
“Oh yeah,” he whispered back with feeling.
“But… how?”
“I don’t know how, you just are.”
“That’s… it’s… I –”
He pressed into her and said firmly, “Faye, it’s true.”
“But… when?”
He felt his brows draw together before he asked, “When what?”
“When was uh… you know, your best orgasm?”