Chapter 10

It was effective. As I watched, my intimate muscles clenched in excitement and jitters rose up in my belly, but I also felt a gurgle of amusement. I had to press my lips together to stifle it.

Who would have thought that Sally Addison would be in the position to get such an elegant striptease from a bald man?

I must not have hidden her reaction well because Oyin paused in the midst of unzipping. He arched his eyebrows. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” I said, keeping my eyes wide and trying not to stare down at what would be revealed when his pants came unzipped. “Everything’s fine. You’re doing an excellent job.”

Oyin narrowed his eyes, a little suspiciously, before he let his trousers fall to the floor, revealing black silk boxers and a pair of very fine legs.

“Boxers?” Sally asked, working past the surge of visceral admiration at the sight of his near perfect body. “I was wondering what you wore.”

Oyin took off his watch as he replied, “I didn’t know what you’d prefer. Since you’re American, I thought boxers were a better bet.”

Sally blinked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“American women tend to prefer boxers on men. If you were international, I’d have worn briefs. Obviously, once I know a woman’s preference, I accommodate it.”

“American women prefer boxers?”

“I have only my own informal assessment to go by, but yes, I’d say three-fourths of them do. I try to pay attention.”

“Wow,” Sally breathed. “That’s what I call attention to detail.”

Oyin gave me a half smile. “It’s part of my job.” His hands lingered on the waistband of his boxers. “Shall I?”

Sally gulped, torn between nerves and carnal interest. The silk was thin and slippery, and I could see evidence through the fabric that he was already half-erect. “Why don’t you wait on that?” I finally decided.

He nodded and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Like last time? Some foreplay with no kissing?”

I scooted over toward the middle of the bed to make room for him. “Yes. Thank you.”

He slanted me an odd look before he moved into bed beside me. Then he moved over me. Like last time, he started with some light kisses on the side of my neck, but then he moved up to brush his lips along the line of my jaw.

Sally sucked in a breath. Then a sharper breath when he trailed his mouth down to the pulse in my throat. I felt his teeth on my skin, very gently.

Without any conscious thought, my hands settled on his head, irresistibly drawn to the smooth scalp. Again, no signs of bristles.

It was silent in the room except the rustling of the bedding and Sally’s accelerating breathing. He was warm above me, generating heat I could feel even where he wasn’t touching me. and he slowly pushed up my chemise to bare my body to him.

Oyin took his time stroking my body, fondling my breasts, teasing out spots that made me gasp or squirm that I’d never imagined before. This time I was too distracted by the sensations to point out the things I liked best, but he found them anyway. Eventually Sally was flushed all over and writhing shamelessly from the need for friction.

Oyin’s mouth was on my side, on a sensitive spot just above my hip. He mouthed it hard and fluttered his tongue against my skin. At the same time, he was rubbing the back of my knee in a gentle massage and occasionally flicking at one of my erect nipples with his other hand.

“Oyin,” I finally rasped. When he raised his head, I continued, “Can we... can we try the vibrator?”

Nodding wordlessly, he reached for it and the lube on the nightstand. He knelt between my splayed legs and squirted lube out onto his hand. I could see everything much more clearly tonight from the light from the bathroom. “I’ll use my hand first, like last time,” Oyin explained.

Sally gave a nod and then stared at him, He looked hypnotized by my physical desire and by the sight of the mostly naked man reaching his hand down to my groin. Oyin stroked me open and wasted no time in sliding two fingers into my wet, pulsing channel. I arched my neck and parted my lips at the feel of the penetration.

Rhythmically Oyin fucked me with his fingers for a few minutes, causing me to twist in pleasure and reach up to grab the headboard. He seemed to be stretching me, pushing against my inner walls. He avoided touching my clit, though, which is where I really wanted him.

Finally I managed to choke out, “If you rub my clit, I think I can come.”

“I know,” Oyin said in a low voice. “But when you come, you’ll get tighter. That might make intercourse more difficult. I know everyone says that orgasms relax you beforehand, but you get a lot tighter after an orgasm. You’re tight already, and you don’t need to get any tighter. I’d suggest we wait, but I can do whatever you’d prefer.”

It made sense. I certainly didn’t want to make intercourse any more uncomfortable than it had to be, but the logic didn’t help ease my urgent, wriggling body.

“The vibrator?” I prompted.

Oyin picked up the vibrator and slicked it up with lubricant. “You see how it’s curved?” He cleared his voice before he continued. “It’s made to easily reach your G-spot.”

He gently inserted the slim, pink device inside me, and I felt pressure on my upper wall. He thrust it slowly, and it moved easily with the lube and my own moisture. “Do you feel your G-spot? There?”

I felt a tingling pressure from the press of the vibrator. “Yeah.” Despite my intense arousal, I felt curiosity prompt me. “I thought from the way it’s described in love scenes that hitting your G-spot would cause this huge jolt of pleasure.”

Oyin shook his head, still pumping the vibrator slowly inside me. “It can get that way, but it’s a cumulative effect. Most women need to be aroused before they can feel it at all. Then it takes some building up before you can get the best sensations.”

As he continued pumping, I started to feel the tingling pleasure intensify.

“Do you want to try it,” he asked, “To make sure you can find it yourself?”

I reached down between my legs to take the vibrator and slide it in and out like Oyin had. It was a little embarrassing, but his lessons would do me no good if I couldn’t find it on my own. I angled it until I felt my G-spot again and parted my lips at the renewed stimulation.

“Good?” Oyin asked, his eyes moving from my face to the device that was penetrating me intimately, wet now and making a faint, embarrassing sucking sound as I moved it.

“Yeah.”

I let Oyin take over the vibrator again, and I gasped as he turned it on. The sensations swelled up so intensely and so quickly that I arched and clawed at the sheets.

“Too much?” he asked. I couldn’t see his eyes in the dim room. Couldn’t read his expression.

I fisted my fingers in the sheets. “Really, really good.”

He kept pumping the pulsing vibrator against my G-spot until my body tightened brutally and I panted loud and frantic.

Then he pulled it out. “Sorry. I better stop now or you’ll come. You should be able to get a really good orgasm that way. If you can’t get all the way there, try rubbing your clit at the same time.”

Sally nodded in acknowledgment of this advice. My cheeks blazed, and I could feel myself perspiring. My arousal was a throbbing ache between my legs. “I really need to come,” I admitted, tempted to sneak my own hand between my legs.

“Are you ready for intercourse?”

“Yeah. Please.”

Oyin returned the vibrator to the nightstand as he climbed off the bed.