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it, the more the idea excites me. I would do it if I knew it was what he wanted. I prop myself up on my elbow, gazing down at him as he lies there on top of my bed, completely naked, his body stiff, his cock erect and straining, and I look at the brush, which is curvy and shiny and hard.
    I think about it for a moment longer, and then I put it back on the side table. I’m not ready to go there just yet. But I suspect that I soon will be. I stroke his cheek, his neck, trace the line of his collarbone then caress his chest with gentle, seeking fingers. And when those fingers find the hard nub of his nipple, I pinch it. Hard. His cock jerks, but he remains otherwise motionless, quietly letting me explore his body, no matter that I am still almost completely clothed, and he is naked and exposed.
    His skin is so lovely that I cannot stop touching him. His lines are lean, firm, beautiful, and he has so much to teach me, I understand that now. My fingers find the rough, dark hair at his groin and I tug on it. He rewards me with another jerk of his cock, and a gasp, this time.
    When I wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze, he closes his eyes and bucks back against the bed. All those nights spent watching him pleasure himself have served me well. I can read him so easily. I stroke him with long, rhythmic pulls on his shaft until he grows impossibly thick and impossibly hard in my grasp. His balls tighten and his pulse flickers at the base of his throat. ‘No,’ I whisper, leaning close. ‘You are not allowed to come, Lucas.’
    His hands curl into fists and punch the mattress. He grits his teeth, his head turning to the side as I continue to tease him, but good boy that he is, he holds himself back. When I finally release my grip, he closes his eyes, panting loudly as he fights to get air.
    He is so close to exploding, so close. A single touch would probably be enough to have him spurting all over my hand. The feeling is…immense. But I’m not ready to let him go, not yet. So I reach across the bed, letting him feel the weight of my breasts on his chest, and then I pull open my bedside drawer and take out the vibrator I keep hidden in there.
    It was one of my first purchases, post-divorce. Big and powerful, a great purple monster. I’ve never used it. Probably because I bought it on impulse, and then was too scared to try it out in case I liked it.
    I strongly suspect that I can’t possibly like it as much as I like Lucas Brady, however. He is lying underneath me, unmoving, his chest firm underneath my breasts. I can feel the strong, healthy pound of his heart even through my layers of clothing. And it is then that I realise he is watching me. Not the drawer, or whatever I might have taken out of it, but me.
    I cover his eyes with my hand, blinding him. Owning him. And then I push the button on the base of that big purple tool. The buzz fills the air and I feel Lucas stiffen underneath me, but he doesn’t try to move away. He is completely at my mercy, letting me have this time, letting me have my way with him, letting me explore. I stroke the vibrating shaft over his stomach, watch the muscle contract, and then I touch it to his balls. I hold it there for a moment, then slide it lower, holding it against that sensitive spot right behind them. I hold it there until he starts to squirm. ‘Fuck,’ he says. ‘Please, Meredith. Fuck, I need to come so bad. Say I can. Please.’
    â€˜Oh,’ I say softly. ‘Really?’ I draw out my answer, prolonging the torture. ‘No, I don’t think so. Not yet.’
    â€˜Fucking hell,’ he says.
    I move the vibrator away, giving him a moment’s respite before I select the next spot. That thick ridge that runs down the underside of his cock looks tempting, and I trace it until I find the spot that makes him grab the sheets and swear some more. ‘Hold on,’ I tell him. ‘Hold on, and I’ll let you fuck