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“Aye.” Magnus said simply.

I picked up the last, it fit on my palm too. “This is Eva. I met her on Facebook.”

“What is Facebook?”

“That is unimportant, Magnus. The important thing is — Eva.” I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it to the side. “I haven't been able to use her the way she is meant to be used.” I stood up on the bed above Magnus and stripped my panties down my legs and kicked them to the side.

“She is a Mistress for ye? What does she do?”

“Guess.” I dropped down to the bed, flat on my back, arms above my head, sprawled.

He held it in his hand above me. “She is the color green and would fit upon your ear, though I daena think tis the purpose.”

He pressed it to my ear and I laughed.

He dragged it down my face to my nose. “Twould fit here, but for what fun?”

“I’ll give you a hint. You have to turn her on.”

He rolled onto his back and fiddled around with it for a moment, pressing and twisting, until it hummed to life.

“Am I goin’ tae jump through time?”

“No, but we might have a little out-of-body experience.”

“We? Verra interestin’.”

His face was growing more serious. His breaths growing quicker. I could tell he wasn’t as jovial anymore — more focused, more determined. He pressed the humming toy to my lips and slowly dragged it down my neck to my collarbone. I watched his face as he concentrated. His eyes taking me in. His lashes lowered on his cheek as he pulled the vibrating toy along my breast to the peak of my nipple and paused it there, watching. I arched toward it without even wanting to, wriggling and squirming to meet it. If he drew it away I pulled toward it. If he pressed it down I wriggled with it. Slowly it traveled down my stomach and across the curves of my pelvis and down, touching between my legs.

“There,” I said with a breath.

His eyes closed. “I ken, but I daena...” I lowered a hand to fit it against me, nestled in my labia. His fingers followed it, and dipped inside me checking the placement. “Och, aye,” he said and pushed my arms over my head and climbed onto me.

He winced a little, movements like this were still sore on his ribs. He kissed me and he flattened on me, a lovely pressure, holding me down, collected and settled, up on his elbows beside my shoulders. His hands resting on my arms, keeping them up above my head. He pushed his hips and himself, up and into me.

He exhaled in my ear. His voice low and rumbling against my skin, “I feel it.”

I let out my air like a sigh as he filled me and the humming vibration played against me, almost more than I wanted, but oh, I wasn’t going to — he held himself there, still and heavy and insistently inside me, filling me. I turned my head and with licks and nibbles pulled his thumb into my mouth and sucked it deeper against my tongue.

Magnus moaned and pressed his temple to my jaw, and we waited, pressed to each other, the intensity growing and spreading from between my legs and warming up my body. I adjusted my hips to press against him, pulling him in deeper.

He groaned low and deep almost a growl. Intense and tense.

My lips around his thumb, my mouth full, his other hand moved to my breast and squeezed.

The only thing on our bodies moving was my tongue flitting around his thumb, the vibration between my legs, his breath warm on the pulse point of my throat, the pressure of his fingerprints on my skin.

“God,” he whispered and that syllable drove me to the edge.

My breath caught — ogodogodogodogodogod — I plunged over the falls and submerged under, as waves rolled up from between my legs through my stomach, I felt myself tightening and pulling and demanding and with a roar in my ear he rose up, held my hips and slammed against me over and over and over until he finished and collapsed down on my body.

The only sound was our panting breaths.

“Oh my god, that was awesome.”

He rolled off me with a wince to his back beside me.

I pulled the toy from between my legs and turned it off.