Make Me Scream by P.J. Mellor

wanted to sink through the cushions and slink back to her apartment. She closed her eyes, mortification washing through her. “Forget I said that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I—”
    “I think it’s a great idea,” Devon broke in. “An excellent one, in fact.” He drew the tip of one finger along the neckline of her dress, leaving a blazing trail of need. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”
    “Maybe because you weren’t all that interested.” She started to get up, but he took her wrist in his hand, pulling her back to sit and her hand to his erection, straining the zipper of his shorts.
    “Does that feel like I’m not interested?” He smiled and leaned to brush his lips across hers. “Now…I think we have on too many clothes.” He glanced at the vibrator, still clutched in her other hand. “Or…would you like to play a little first?”
    Until that point, she’d thought sex was just that, sex. Now, glancing down at the shining object in her hand, a whole world of possibilities and alternatives dawned on her.
    “Could we? I think I like the idea of sex play.” Heat suffused her cheeks. “Well, I think I’d like it anyway.” She peeked through her lashes. “What do we do first?”
    His heart squeezed, and he had to make a real effort to speak through the lump in his throat. Never in his life had a woman looked at him like he was the master of his domain. And hers.
    He liked it.
    “Anything you want, darlin’, anything at all.” He reached out and slipped the buttons on the bodice of her dress open until he had an unobstructed view of her lace bra and impressive cleavage. His mouth salivated with the thought of tasting her sweet nipples.
    “Um, let’s not start there, okay?” She clutched at the dress, yanking it together until she could shove the buttons back through their holes. At his confused look, she smiled and offered, “How about a demonstration of this?” She held up the Red Hot and Ready, shoving it in his direction.
    “Sure.” He took it from her and turned it in his hand a few times, recalling the spec sheet. “Well, you already know it’s a vibrator.” She nodded. “And it not only glows, it’s got a self-heating feature for added stimulation.” He suppressed a smile when he noticed her breathing had gone shallow.
    “There are many things you could do with it, I suppose, either alone or with someone else.” He flicked open the buttons on her dress again and flipped the activation switch on the vibrator. “For instance, you can stimulate yourself or someone else like this.” He held the tip of the vibrating phallus to the beaded tip of her breast, letting her feel the vibration through the lace.
    She whimpered.
    “It would feel better against your skin.” He reached for the front closure of her bra.
    “No!” She jackknifed to a full sitting position and once again jerked her bodice closed. “I mean, where else could you use it?”
    Devon raised his eyebrows.
    “Well,” she stammered, her cheeks heating, “besides the obvious place, of course.”
    “It works great with massage oil.” He reached back to the table and grabbed a little bottle with a red label. “Relax, okay? I won’t hurt you, and I’ll stop anytime you tell me to, just say the word.”
    He poured a little puddle into his palm and rolled the vibrator head across it a few times; then he leaned down to slide her sandals from her feet.
    The warm, oiled vibration on the arch of her feet set off wondrous sensations to travel up her legs to tingle the tips of her hardened nipples. Miraculously, it even seemed to vibrate her labia, milking it of moisture.
    She tried not to squirm on the couch. Suddenly, for the first time since she learned what sex was, she wanted it. All of it. After years of ignorant abstinence, she was shocked to find she wanted to wallow in her newfound sexuality. And who better to initiate her than the kind and gentle man diligently vibrating the bottom of