Page 130 of Let's Kiss and Tell

“What one do you want to try?” I look up at him.

“You know, I am curious about the Cleo.”

I smile. “The Cleo it is.”

Marsh places a hand on my cheek. We kiss and it’s deep and I feel a release. What happened with Chris earlier was still in the back of my mind and I was worried. I didn’t know how Marsh would react, how he would see me, but this kiss confirms that we’re okay and that whatever happened doesn’t matter. That I don’t have to be ashamed of my history.

I surrender to the kiss and press my body against his. He wraps his arms around me, and I move mine around his waist, pulling him in. He gently bites my lip, and I’m embarrassed by how easily he can make me whimper.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispers in my ear.

I do as he says, of course. I think he’s the only person who can get me fully naked after eating three carne asada tacos. When I’m undressed, Marsh looks at my body as if I were a waterfall and he’s been left out in the desert for days.

“Lie down,” he says.

I position myself on my bed, placing my head on the pillows. Slowly, Marsh hovers over the lower part of my body and pulls out the Cleo from his back pocket. I soon hear the faint buzzing, letting me know that it’s on, and my body tenses.

“Can I trust that you’ll stay in place?” He looks at me. “Or do we need to use those handcuffs?”

“I’ll behave,” I promise.

“Good girl.” Marsh takes the Cleo and at first rubs it along the inside of my thigh.

The vibration feels nice and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Marsh’s lips leave a trail of kisses along my chest, down to my stomach, and then my hip bone.

Slowly, he moves the Cleo closer to my most sensitive areas. Grazing it along everything but my clit. He’s savoring this and I’m going to let him. He then gently bites the inside of my thigh, making me whimper, and then he gives the same spot a kiss.

I’m blushing about how wet I already am, and Marsh, still fully clothed, takes his index finger and pushes it through my opening. I moan in approval, and then he takes another finger and starts fingering. At first he takes his time, but then he continues pumping until the sound of it echoes within the walls of my bedroom.

“Marsh, I’m going to come,” I cry.

“Keep it together,” he says, and I shut my eyes trying to focus on anything else. Then I feel the sensation of the Cleo against my clit and my body jolts in response.

“Marsh,” I moan. “I can’t—”

“Just give me ten seconds, baby,” he says and I try to do what he says. “Ten,” he begins counting down. “Nine,” he says, and then I feel the intensity setting change a notch.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

“Eight,” he says. The intensity setting changes again, and then I remember there are eleven settings.

“I-I can’t.”

“You can do it,” Marsh says gently. “Seven…six…”

He starts moving the Cleo in a circle around my clit and I swear I see stars. I see a whole other galaxy.

“Marsh—”

“Five.” He starts fingering me even harder. “Four.”

“Marsh—”

“Three.” The intensity setting increases to an eleven, and I let out an obscene moan, my hips lifting completely off the bed.

“Two.” Marsh pumps his fingers. “One. Okay, come, baby. Come.”

“Fuuuck.” I finally release and nearly black out. My body becomes limp and my breathing becomes shallow.