Sterling’s large hands splayed across my lower back, moving downward over my behind as he pulled me closer. My nipples grew tight beneath the satin of my nightgown, and his growing erection probed against my tummy.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he bunched my nightgown, his fingers trailing over my skin, pulling the material higher until I wiggled, allowing him to bring it over my head and leaving me bare.

Sterling sat taller, taking me in, inch by inch. I lifted my hands above my head as the desire in his dark eyes seared my exposed skin. His gaze moved from my face downward. Time passed painfully slowly as my flesh pebbled with goose bumps from the heat of his stare. By the time he brought his eyes back to mine, my breaths were shallow and my core wet.

That was what Sterling Sparrow could do, without a word or a touch. He made me want what only he’d ever given me, taking what he claimed and giving much more. My body was primed and yet we’d only begun. Tipping his face toward my neck, he sent a shiver through my nerves and up my spine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his words warm puffs of breath on my scorched skin as he nuzzled his prickly chin against my collarbone. Running my fingers over his shoulders, my back arched as his kisses moved lower, taking one nipple into his mouth, pulling it taut, while caressing the other with his talented fingers.

In his hands I was a prized instrument and he was the musician. Together we created a beautiful melody that rang through our bedroom with his words of adoration and my sounds of ecstasy.

By the time his fingers found my core I wanted more. “Please...”

That wasn’t how it was to be.

As simply the instrument, I was at his disposal. It was the musician who orchestrated the tune. I was his to play, and like that prized instrument in the hands of a talented musician, he did, tuning me, winding me tighter and higher until I was his to arrange. Sterling moved me to my knees. With my weight forward on our pillows and my ass in the air, he spread my legs, dipping his fingers as I squirmed under his touch.

“I love your sexy ass.”

Taunting an opponent I could never beat, I wiggled it back and forth.

“This is mine,” he said, with a light slap to my butt cheek. “And this,” he said, again dipping his fingers inside me. “Say it.”

I lifted my head as my breasts swung and my voice came in ragged breaths. “Yes, Sterling. It’s yours.”

Another rub over my ass as he continued the torture.

“What’s mine?” he asked, leaning over me with one hand on my stomach keeping me in position.

“Me, I’m yours.”

Again, his fingers strummed my core as I added more notes to our song.

“This pussy,” he corrected.

I nodded.

“Say it.”

Oh God. I wanted him inside me.

“Yes, my pussy is yours.”

My entire body tensed as he took my essence, moving his finger to a place I’d never been touched. “Sterling.”

“Relax, sunshine. Close your eyes and feel. Don’t think.”

“I-I...” I did as he said, my eyes fluttering closed as I concentrated on his movements.

Around and around he tantalized until my entire body was feeling his actions. Not only where he was touching, but everywhere, as if my tight ring of muscles was hardwired to nerves all throughout my entire being. My breaths stuttered as hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood to attention, tiny lightning rods ready for the strike.

“This is mine too,” he declared.

As I fought back the anxiety his proclamation created, the bed moved. I turned toward him, feeling the loss of his presence behind me. “What?”

He opened the drawer of his bedside stand, where he kept the vibrator we’d tried. My eyes opened wide and heartbeat accelerated as he removed a different case. He didn’t need to tell me what it was because as soon as he removed it from the satin interior I knew.

“Sterling...I’m not...”

“Trust me.”

Nodding, I lowered my forehead back to the pillows, nervous about what he was going to do, yet trusting him to do it. Again the bed shifted as something cool drizzled over my behind. Using one finger he resumed the circling.

“Relax, Araneae. You were almost there. I told you that you are mine, all of you. This is part of you.”

I let out a breath as I concentrated on his movements. Slower and slower he circled, the gel warming under his touch until I gasped as he breached the ring of muscles. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait for my cock to feel this.”

“I-I...” Words weren’t forming.

“Not today, sunshine. We’ll start with a butt plug. You need to stretch before you can handle me, and I want this to feel as good for you as it does for me.”

Sterling’s words reassured me as once again the muscle was breached. This time I knew it wasn’t his finger, but the toy I’d seen him remove from the case.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know.”

He pushed it slowly, bit by bit, in bearable increments.

“I-it feels...different.”

“It’s all the way in,” he said. “Can you hold it there?”

My core clenched at the odd sensation beside it. “I-I think so.”

I let out a loud shrill as the plug within me began to vibrate. “Oh, fuck, Sterling...”

He didn’t answer as he leaned over me, kissing my neck and shoulder blades. His lips moved down my back, creating a trail down my spine as the toy continued to move. With tiny explosions throughout my nervous system I was losing all sense of what was happening.

As Sterling’s cock joined the party, I pushed back, wanting him to fill me.

So full.

My lungs fought for breath as he stilled, letting me adjust to his size as the toy continued to vibrate.

“Oh God. This is...” I couldn’t find words adequate to describe the sensation.

“Holy shit,” he said, holding onto my hips. “Fuck, Araneae. It’s vibrating my cock.”

Thrust by thrust we fell into our own rhythm. My skin dampened as perspiration coated it, yet my mind was centered on what he and the toy were doing, lifting me higher beyond the ninety-seventh floor up to the clouds. His grasp of my hips tightened as he slammed into me over and over. All at once, my core clamped down and fireworks detonated behind my closed eyes. Complete annihilation. Like no other orgasm before it, my world disappeared as my insides convulsed and I screamed out his name.

Rendered useless, my body collapsed.

Lifting me and rolling me to my back, Sterling kissed my lips before continuing and bringing my body slowly back to life. The toy was still in place, yet it was the man making love to me that had my full attention. Peering up at his handsome face, I marveled at his intensity. The muscles of his jaw clenched as his biceps bulged under the strain. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders and chest, following the indentations of his definition as once again my core tightened.

I couldn’t believe I could have another orgasm, not after the last one—and not so soon.

And then as the room filled with his guttural roar, the cords of his neck strained, and his hips stilled, my back arched as a fresh wave washed through me. Not as intense as the one before, yet this one lingered as Sterling’s cock throbbed and my body held him tight.

A smile filled both of our faces as our unity broke and he stopped the vibration and eased out the plug. Taking it to the bathroom, he returned with a wet cloth and took care of me. Once he was done, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back to the bed. “That was...” My smile grew.

“Better than I imagined,” he said.

“What? You’ve never done that?”

His grin grew as his dark gaze sparkled my direction. “No. I made it up for our date.” He shrugged. “But once the idea was set, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

There was something about being the first one to experience that with him that filled my chest with warmth and pride. Still, I wanted to be clear. “I’m never wearing that out of this room. So put that idea out of your head.”

“The other vibrator?”

He was talking about the one with the remote control. I shrugged. “No promises.”

“That’s better than a flat no.”

My nose scrunched. “And I don’t know about the other thing. You’re kind of big.”

His finger caressed my cheek again. “Sunshine, we have forever. There’s no rush.”

“Are you going to tell me more about last night?” I asked.

Sterling nodded. “Yes. Let’s get cleaned up and lunch first. I’m hungry.”

“Lunch?” I looked at the clock. “Oh, jeez. It’s nearly noon.”

He offered me his hand to stand from the bed. “That’s why I said lunch.”