“You said you’d never used a vibrator,” I murmur, my lips still moving across the warm skin of her shoulder. “I thought it would be fun to try it out.”
“Oh,” she says. “I—I didn’t realize they were so big.”
I slide one of my hands down her arm and over her hand, and I guide her fingers to the wand vibrator that has her so spooked. “This doesn’t go inside you,” I promise, letting her examine the toy. “It’s big because it’s so powerful. And this one—” I move her hand over to the much smaller one “—is made for your G-spot. See the flattened knob at the end? You slide it inside and let it tickle you from the inside out.”
Her hand moves on its own to the small jeweled plug at the edge of the towel the toys are laid out on. “And what’s this for?” she asks, picking it up. The light prisms around the scarlet-colored jewel and gleams along the fat bullet of the plug’s body. Zenny’s voice is all innocent curiosity. “Is this for inside me too?”
“Yes, baby. We make it all slippery, see, and we get you all squirming and dirty-feeling, and then I’ll put this in your ass, and it will make you feel better.”
Her breath catches. “It will?”
I nuzzle her. “I know it sounds scary, and we’re not going to do it tonight. But I wanted you to see it, to hold it, to start getting used to the idea.”
“I—I don’t know about anal,” she admits, but she’s still holding the plug in her palm, stroking along the cool metal with her other hand. “It always seemed like something that was more for the man to enjoy than the woman.”
“Too many men have been selfish with it,” I agree. “But have I ever been selfish with your body in a way you didn’t also enjoy?”
She makes a thoughtful hmm. “I suppose you haven’t yet.”
“And you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Then I want to try it with you. Anything we do, from anal to sharing a coffee mug in the morning, I’ll stop the minute you ask. And so if we try it and you hate it, we’ll stop and move on to the next thing. There’s so many other things to do, Zenny-bug, that we won’t even notice dropping this one by the side of the road.”
She turns in my arms, which now traps my cock against the softness of her belly. I heroically resist the urge to start grinding into her navel.
“But you really think it will feel good?” she asks.
“I do,” I tell her warmly, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’m going to say something that isn’t true for every woman, but I think it’s going to be true for you.”
“Oh?”
I let my hand play over the curve of her hip, dance over the soft bed of curls between her legs. “Once I fuck you,” I say, my voice kind and instructive like a teacher’s, “you’re going to start to feel an emptiness deep inside your cunt.”
I press the blunt pad of my fingertip to her clit and rub at the swollen bud until she spreads her legs and bucks against me, like a needy little kitten. I slide my finger down, pleased to feel that she’s still so incredibly wet, and then I gently breach her entrance with my finger. “Here,” I explain, going deeper, pressing against her inner wall. “Right here, baby. It’s going to pout and whimper when it’s empty. And when your pussy gets wet and your clit begins to stiffen, you’ll feel this new hollowness too. You won’t just need pressure and friction. You’ll need fullness.”
Her hands are flat against my chest now, the metal plug warming between her palm and my skin like a promise. “I will?” she says, her eyes flicking up to me. I gently rub at the inside of her, and I swear if she were a cat, she’d be purring right now.
“You will. And fullness will feel good. And with a plug in your ass and my cock in your cunt, I promise you’ll feel so full that you think your heart might break from it.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll try it.”
I kiss her as I finger her, kiss her and play with her pussy until her hands are doing that cat’s paw kneading at my chest again, fisting and flexing, fisting and flexing. I slide my finger free and then bring it up to Zenny’s mouth, and she sucks it without prompting.
I groan. “Are you sure you’re really a nun?”
The only response is more suction, more tongue flutters against the pad of my finger, and I can’t even see straight. My vision is fucking blurring. From her mouth on my finger.
“That’s how you taste, baby,” I say as she sucks. “Isn’t it so good? So sweet? Fuck, I can’t wait to eat you out again.”
That makes her eyelashes bat in surprise, and I smile, pulling my finger free and pulling her hand away from my chest. I pluck the anal toy out of her hand, give her palm a quick kiss, then tell her to climb on the bed.
“Which way?” she asks, all her finger-sucking bravado melting into self-consciousness. “Should I lay down, or be on all fours, or…”
The idea of Zenny on all fours nearly gives me a heart attack, so in the interest of my health and mortality, I say, “How about on your knees to start, by the headboard. That way you can grab on for balance.”
By the time she’s arranged, her body is all tension and uncertainty, and when I turn on the wand vibrator and it makes a deep, thrumming purr like a car engine, I can see the moment she nearly bolts.
I’m behind her in an instant, kissing her neck, running soothing hands all over her tummy and breasts and legs. “I’m right here, baby,” I croon in her ear. “I’m right here.”
“It sounds like so much,” she says, and I can hear the effort she’s putting into making her voice sound calm.
“It is so much, but only in the best way. Do you want to be my brave girl now? Let me touch you with it?”
She nods, blowing out a breath. “Of course.” I watch, amused, as she braces her body like I’m about to sprinkle spiders all over it or something.
“It’s just a vibrator,” she mutters, more to herself than to me, “I don’t know why I’m so—eek! Sean!”
I’ve put the wide head of the wand against the delicate sole of one foot, tickling her. She shrieks with laughter, and I hold her still against me, only relenting on her foot once she’s nothing but smiles and joy again, until all her apprehension has melted away under the laughter. And then I make a slow, lazy path from her foot to her calf, from her calf to her thigh, keeping the toy far away from any erogenous zones. And she stays melty and relaxed, even slumping forward against the headboard and humming happily as I use the wand to massage at her back and shoulders and neck.
“My grandma used to get these catalogs,” she says, “that had ‘personal neck massagers.’ You know the kind of catalogs that also have things to hide a spare key in and novelty cupcake tins?”
“Mmm,” I say, more interested in the way Zenny’s back ripples with pleasure as I massage the tension away.
“I just realized that those ‘personal massagers’ were vibrators,” Zenny says, and I make a noise indicating how adorably cute that is. “And,” she adds, “I guess if my grandma can handle it, I can too.”