Irish Sex Fairy

His chest tightened. “I just wasn’t sure if you…have you used these things before?” Images of her with another guy using those toys on her flashed into his mind along with a wash of hot jealousy.

“Well…no. But I’ve been curious and…” She bit her lip and peered up at him through her lashes. “Maeve says the more sex you have, the more you want, and I guess it’s true. I just want it all the time…and these things in the store made me…” Her voice trailed off and she clasped her hands on her lap.

He smiled. “I know.”

He stepped closer and reached for her hands, drawing her to her feet. “Let’s start with a massage,” he murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt. Loose and billowy, it slipped easily over her head. She wore—dear God—red lace beneath it, a low-cut push-up bra that made the most of her small cleavage. He sucked in a breath, and found the button and zipper of the skirt she wore. “Do the panties match?”

“Of course.” She smiled up at him as he revealed the lace boy shorts.

“Oh.” His breath whooshed out of him. “These are nice. Very nice.” He turned her around to get the back view. Her butt cheeks were only half covered by the lace, tempting him to reach out and touch. So he did.

“Better take these off,” he said, through teeth clenched with restraint. “So I don’t get massage oil on them.”

She slipped her fingers inside and shimmied out of them. She pushed the toys to the carpeted floor, but kept the bottle of massage oil and handed it to him, and the look she cast him as she did was so sexy he thought he was going to come right then.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes while Keara lay down on the bed. “Turn over,” he said. “I want to start with the back.”

Obediently she rolled, and he sat down beside her, and popped open the massage oil. He squeezed some in a drizzle down the center of her back and she squealed.

“You’re supposed to warm it in your hands,” she gasped.

“Oh. Right.” Next time. He set the bottle aside and went to work, smoothing his hands through the oil and over her silky skin. She was smooth and small and delectable and he wanted to touch every inch of her.

She let out a long moan of pleasure and he moved lower, to her butt, caressing there with firmer strokes.

“That feels so good,” she murmured, head turned to one side on her folded arms.

“Good.” He enjoyed the feel of firm curves beneath his hands, admired the gleam the oil gave her skin in the lamplight. “You’re so beautiful, Keara.”

He moved his hands lower still, to the back of her thighs and she quivered. She liked that. He liked it too. He massaged down her legs, spent time on her small feet, and then moved back up and when he reached the top of her thighs, he pushed her legs apart so he could slide fingers between them.

Another breathy moan escaped her but she allowed him access, and he stroked slick fingers down the crease between her cheeks, lower into her soft folds, back up, teasing the small entrance there. He watched in delight as her muscles flexed and relaxed. “Oh God,” she groaned. He probed gently again and her cheeks tightened around his finger. “Relax,” he murmured. “Want me to get one of the toys?”

She lifted her head and looked at him, eyes heavy and drowsy. “Okay. But on one condition.”

He lifted a brow.

“You let me do the same thing to you.”

Whoa. What he’d had in mind…he’d done to partners, but had never had it done to him. His own butt cheeks clenched and his dick hardened even more. He sucked in air. “Okay,” he wheezed and reached for the toy he had in mind, flexible pink silicon beads of gradated sizes.

He rubbed oil over it and then slowly, gently began pushing it into her, the smallest bead first. Her ass lifted, and he slipped his other hand beneath her to find her clit. His hand was oily but she was wet, and he found the hard little nub with his thumb while he played with her behind. The room filled with her gasps and soft cries. Her hands clenched on the duvet cover and he studied her profile outlined against it, the small nose, feathery eyelashes, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

She lifted against him almost involuntarily until she gave a harsh cry and her body tightened. “God!” she cried. “Oh God!” He kept his thumb on her as he slid the toy out of her, slowly, bead by bead, drawing her orgasm out as long as he could.

She lay there, her ribs lifting and expanding and she took in deep breaths, eventually relaxing. He kissed his way up, from each butt cheek, up the curve of her back to the base of her neck, where he nuzzled her beneath her hair.

“That was so good,” she moaned, and rolled to her side. He lay on his side in front of her and put a hand on her smooth waist.

“You are so hot.” Eyes fastened on her face, flushed and glowing, he leaned in for a kiss and their mouths met and clung in a long, searing kiss. Then he rolled to his back and flung his arms out to his side. “Okay, my turn.”

She laughed and reached for the massage oil.

Keara straddled Shane’s thighs and flipped open the cap of the bottle she held. She poured oil into her palm, closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Then she rubbed her palms together, all the while watching Shane. He hadn’t moved, still lying there, arms outstretched, and she slid her slick hands up over his chest. She lingered on his pecs, rubbing him there and earning a small groan. His eyes fell closed.

She leaned over and kissed his mouth, sucked his bottom lip, then shifted a little lower to kiss his chest. She nibbled on one small nipple with her lips, flicked her tongue across first one, then the other, making Shane groan again and twitch.

She kissed her way down his taut abdomen, sucked on his navel, kissed the soft skin just below it. Then she nuzzled the dark curls, breathing in his male scent. Her hands slid up his legs, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of his i

She loved the smell of him, the taste of him, the way his cock got so hard for her. With a sigh of pleasure she kissed the tip, then took hold of it and rubbed it over her lips. Before she got started though, she needed something… She reached over the side of the bed and felt around for the toy she’d brought…there it was. She straightened, holding the small black latex toy.

“What is that?” Shane croaked.

She smiled and held it up. It looked like a small, oddly curved dildo. “It’s a Boy Toy.”

He blinked, eyes focused on the small device.

“A male G-spot stimulator.” Her smile widened. The things she had learned since working in Maeve’s shop!

“Male G-spot?” His voice sounded thick.

“Otherwise known as the prostate.”

“Oh.”

At the look on his face, she smiled again. “You said I could do the same to you.”

“Uh…”

“Sshh.” She wriggled herself into position between his thighs and circled his cock with her fingers. “Just relax and enjoy.” And she took him in her mouth. He filled her mouth and she let her tongue wet him, slid her lips up and down the thick shaft. Delicious. Hot. Thick. He bumped the back of her throat.

“Christ, Keara.” His hands lifted to her head and gathered her hair up in big handfuls. “Oh Christ.”

She sucked on him for a few wonderful minutes then let him slid from her mouth. She held his cock up flat against his abdomen and kissed and licked his balls, nipped at the flesh of his i

“Fuck!” he groaned. “Oh fuck.”

Her tongue tasted and teased the tight flesh. She let the Boy Toy fall to the mattress and used both hands to push his thighs wider, wider, then up and back, exposing more of him to her mouth. She sucked on the smooth, firm flesh of his buttocks, licked up and down, around his anus.