Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Watching Gena, I could have gotten off without any assistance. Neil had made a video of me using that machine, and while it had been hot, it was nothing like watching another woman use it, knowing what she was feeling but viewing her own unique reactions to it. She upped the speed, her face twisting into an expression of tortured surprise. She wiggled her hips, and I had to remind her, “Remember to stay still, though.” With a grin, I advised, “Just relax. Someone gave me that tip recently.”
She laughed and held up her middle finger, but that was as much of a response as she could give me. The speed of her hand picked up, as did the speed of the machine. The dildo pounded in and out of her faster than anyone with a cock could have moved, and her face scrunched up hard before she let out a shout that grew so high in pitch it ascended into silence. That, and the vibration and motion of the Sybian, were all it took to make me come, again. I pumped my hips and rode out my orgasm, then slumped over and turned the Sybian off.
Gena cut the power to her machine and laid back, panting, the dildo slowing to rest at the entrance of her body.
“That. Was awesome,” she gasped, rubbing sweat from her forehead with the heel of her hand.
My legs were jelly as I rose to stand. I moved the machine and helped Gena to her feet, and she was equally wobbly.
“Come on,” I said tilting my head toward the door. “Let’s get something to drink.”
I took her to the aftercare room and got us both a bottled water. She leaned on the counter and took a long drink from hers. A little ran from the corner of her mouth, dripping off her jaw to land on her chest, and I couldn’t help but follow its path. When I looked up, she was watching me from the corner of her eye, and I laughed, embarrassed.
“Sorry, you caught me.” I held up my hands. “What can I say, you’ve got great tits.”
“So they tell me,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I don’t know what your plans were for the rest of day,” I said, nibbling my bottom lip anxiously. Suggesting that we hang out more today could either sound like a sleazy come on, or like I was desperately lonely. I wasn’t sure which would be worse.
“Well, I’m covered in lube and Sophie. I could really use a shower.” she said with a saucy smile that curled my toes. “What did you have in mind?”
I want to listen to Lana Del Rey and smoke a joint naked with you. God, I still wanted her. It wasn’t just because I’d needed human touch for a long time. She had some kind of hormonal leash on me. “Did you…need anybody to make out with you in that shower?”
She tapped the corner of her mouth as she pretended to consider. “Now that you mention it…”
I said the only thing that sounded like an appropriate response. “I volunteer as tribute.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gena’s visit put me in a good mood for the entire next week. An obnoxiously good mood, Deja informed me as I flitted around the office like a hummingbird on meth. Though I missed Neil and still worried about him, having just that little bit of intimate human contact had healed some of my sadness. I made it through the week without crying even once.
The very best part of the week was that Olivia finally came home. I greeted her and Valerie at the airport, practically snatching the baby from her grandmother’s arms. Olivia squealed as I hugged her, and my heart melted.
“How was she?” I asked Valerie without looking at her, because I was too enraptured looking at Olivia. “I think she grew while she was away.”
“It’s very possible. She ate like a tiny horse.” Valerie paused, then asked, “How are you?”
I glanced up. I felt too much joy to bring everything down talking about my absent husband. I settled for a simple, “Fine. And Neil’s doing fine.”
“Still in hospital?” she asked sympathetically.
“Yeah, but I’m getting used to it.” I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so I bounced Olivia in my arms and cooed, “Things are much better now that you’re back.”
When I looked up, a sad, wistful expression crossed Valerie’s face. She forced it away with a fake smile. “Well, I’m knackered. Let me give this wonderful girl a kiss.”
She leaned in to kiss Olivia’s head, then hugged me, probably because our close proximity seemed weird without it. “Grandma will come see you, soon,” she promised Olivia.
I carried Olivia to the car, where Tony, freshly tanned from the Cabo vacation, loaded the last of Olivia’s luggage into the trunk of the Maybach. He opened the door for us, and I leaned in to strap Olivia into her car seat. Then, I remembered the very important day that had passed only a few days earlier.