Chapter 10: Toys & Breeding Talk

The afternoon sun slanted through the living-room windows in broad, golden blades, turning the familiar space into something exposed and electric. Katie’s internship wouldn’t release her until well after six—six uninterrupted hours where the house belonged to us alone. I stepped inside just past noon, my sundress already damp at the hem from the slow, restless ache that had followed me all morning. The memory of David’s mouth on my panties, his tongue tracing every secret I’d left behind, still hummed low in my belly like a second heartbeat.

He was waiting. The moment the door clicked shut he crossed the room in three long strides, cupped my face, and kissed me slow and claiming, tongue sliding deep like he needed to taste how badly I’d missed him. His hands slid down my sides, bunching the thin fabric of my dress at my hips. I felt him already—hard, insistent, pressing against my stomach through his gray sweatpants.

“Living room,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough with the same hunger I felt. “Couch. Now.”

He guided me backward until my knees hit the edge of the sectional. A small, plain brown box waited on the coffee table, tied with a simple black ribbon. My pulse kicked higher. David sat first, thighs spread, and pulled me down to straddle one of them, the hem of my dress riding up so the cool air kissed the slick heat between my legs. He hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my face to his.

“I bought something for you,” he said, the low timbre sending fresh wetness pooling against his thigh. “First time we get to play with it together.”

He reached for the box, tugged the ribbon free, and lifted out a slim pink vibrator—smooth silicone, tapered tip, with a gentle curve and a small control dial at the base. The sight of it in his big, calloused hand made my breath catch. He clicked it on, the lowest setting humming to life with a soft, insistent buzz that filled the quiet room.

“Lift your dress,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed, bunching the fabric at my waist. He hooked my panties aside with two fingers, exposing me completely to the daylight streaming across the cushions. A slow smile curved his mouth as he pressed the buzzing tip to my clit through the thin lace first—light, teasing, barely there. The vibration rippled straight through me, sharp and sweet, making my hips jerk.