toward the breeze from the ceiling fan. She imagined Devon blowing gently on her wet folds while he manipulated and played with her femininity. Her back jerked. Her hand rubbed harder and faster, occasionally slapping and then petting the stinging flesh.
In her mind’s eye, she saw Devon on his knees behind her, doing all those wondrous things to her, his hot penis thumping against her butt, kissing her vagina.
And she was there.
With a sound that was half groan, half animal mating call, her back arched as her climax raced through her. Tiny shards of electricity zipped through her veins to tingle her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. Every muscle in her body vibrated with the charge shooting through her to all her extremities. She wouldn’t have been surprised to see sparks shooting from her nipples.
With a final gasp, she fell back onto the mattress, eyes shut, savoring the little aftershocks of pleasure.
Devon’s entire body vibrated. Weak, he gathered the strength to pull up his boxers and shorts, then dropped back into his chair.
After a moment, he typed: WARNING! Do not confuse the vibrator button with the stinger operation button.
Killer made a little whimper in his sleep, and Devon smiled as he watched the dog chasing something in his dreams.
Devon rearranged his still semihard, tingling dick to a more comfortable position and frowned. Had Jamie not freaked, they could have soothed the ache filling his groin, impeding his creative thoughts.
He picked up the Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee personal device and turned it over in his hand. The gel was soft, almost pliant, still warm from his body heat, he supposed. Idly flicking one wing with his index finger, he compared it to the feel of a woman’s labia. Of course, a labia was firmer, tighter…unless in the midst of arousal.
Immediately his thoughts zipped to Jamie and how her labia had felt in the precious few moments he’d been able to touch it. Hot. Soft. Wet and lush.
His cock stirred at the memory. Eyes still trained on the wing, he unzipped in order to relax enough to spur creativity. Within seconds, the engorged head peeked through the flap in his boxers. He ignored it, intent on coming up with something clever and positive to say about the product in his hand.
He turned off the desk lamp, its click echoing in the quiet apartment. In the distance, the rumble of male voices continued. In the soft light from his laptop screen, the bee took on an ethereal glow.
How would lovers use this for mutual satisfaction?
A vision of Jamie, her bare bottom sitting right where his laptop had been, gorgeous legs spread wide for his viewing pleasure, came to him. She smiled down at him and they both looked at her moist cherry folds. He stroked them with the wing of the bee. Gentle at first, he increased the tempo and pressure.
Bathed in moonlight, she leaned back on her hands, elbows locked, the puckered nipples of her impressive rack jutting toward him.
He stood, replacing the busy bee wings with his equally busy fingers while he fluttered her distended nipples with the device.
She moaned. Maybe it was him.
His eager cock nudged her ass. She scooted forward for easier access, her smooth legs going around his hips, pulling him into her wet heat.
He sucked one breast hard, the wings still gently slapping her other breast. Her wetness pulled him deeper. His hips bucked, increasing in intensity. He switched nipples and moved the bee. Her hot breath fanned his ear. Faster. Harder. Deeper.
Deeper?
It was his fantasy, so why not? His hips pumped faster, driving hard into her welcoming body.
Inspiration struck. Dragging his hands down her smooth legs, he placed her bare feet on his shoulders, spreading her for deeper thrusts. Muscles tightened in his legs. Too soon. He didn’t want to come without her. He fumbled for the bee. He must have dropped it in the heat of passion. Got it. The wings gently slapped his balls as he positioned the device so it would propel Jamie over the edge to free-fall with him and pushed the button as his release rushed toward him.
Pain shot from his dick to his balls and squeezed. His lungs seized. He may have lost consciousness for a second or two.
When he came to, he was half lying across the keyboard of his laptop, his pants around his ankles. Humiliation washed over him. Something nudged him. Hot breath fanned his ear.
“Lark?” Killer stood on his hind legs, straining to see what was going on.
Devon regarded his keyboard and said a silent prayer he hadn’t ruined his computer. Will, his computer guru, would never let him live it down.
Killer tilted his head, regarding his master. “Lark?”
“Don’t ask.”
7
Sun peeking through the partially opened blinds warmed Jamie’s bare bottom. On the edge of wakefulness, she smiled against the soft fabric of the sheet. Today was the beginning of the rest of her life, and, for a change, optimism stroked her along with the warm sunshine.
As soon as she showered and dressed, she would explore the neighborhood and find a place to eat breakfast. After that, a serious shopping trip was in order. She couldn’t rely on Devon’s generosity forever. Plus, she needed to buy groceries.
By the time she’d showered and dressed, she was sweaty again. The window air conditioner in the bedroom hummed, chugging along, but the air had taken on a definite warmth and humidity by the time she walked into the living room. The gel from the bust enhancers was already sticking to the undersides of her breasts. She blinked her unnaturally blue eyes at the reflection in the scratched mirror, still surprised at the transformation.
Her bottle tan was beginning to fade and show a few uneven streaks on her arms and legs. Darn. The self-tanner was expensive. Hiking the skirt up to her hip, she surveyed as far down the back of her leg as she could. Maybe she’d be better off investing in a bathing suit and working on her tan by the pool.
Despite the pep talk Devon had given himself during his shower, he stepped to the side of Jamie’s door and peeked through the front window. It wasn’t like he was window peeping. He was just being considerate. He didn’t want to knock and wake her up.
His mouth went dry, the breath mint he’d just popped in sticking to his tongue.
Jamie stood, with one shapely leg lifted, her bare foot resting on the chair. She hiked up the skirt of her flowered halter dress and bent over, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her smooth ass cheek.
He stepped aside and rapped on her door and then took a deep breath and swallowed. The breath mint karate-chopped his Adam’s apple, causing him to double over, wheezing and choking in an effort to dislodge the thing.
At that moment, Jamie opened her door.
Through the tears blurring his vision, he could see her tanned feet, pink toenails glistening in the morning sunshine, trim ankles, shapely calves, the edge of her dress.
“Devon!” The bare feet moved closer. Now he could see the flowers on the skirt of her sundress. “Are you all right?
