Page 37 of Strawberry Cake

Once he was settled on the bench, Hope turned to him, the pearls of water glistening on her skin. “Would you mind washing my hair again? It felt amazing last time.”

“I would love to spoil my little thief.”

As he turned off the rain fall, Hope sat in front of him and closed her eyes. He took his time massaging the shampoo in first and then conditioner before tending to her tense shoulders. Only when she stretched her legs did he lean down, kissed her temple, and rubbed his thumbs one last time over her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Hope stood and rinsed off, and Decan quickly did the same. “I was hoping to steal your clothes again, but do have my own pyjamas if you aren’t inclined to share.”

“Unfortunately for those pyjamas, I love seeing you in my clothes.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stepped out of the shower. “Lucky me.”

When Hope didn’t return to the bathroom, Decan towel-dried his hair and dressed himself, going in search of her. He found her sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of black lace panties.

“I have something for you.”

Her brows shot up and a cheeky smile warmed her face. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He patted his side of the bed, next to the nightstand. “Want to see?”

“Of course.” She scrambled across the mattress, perching in front of him.

Decan locked the wheels on his chair and after supporting himself on the mattress, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. “It’s actually something I was hoping we both could enjoy.” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the silk bag that had arrived at the beginning of the week, handing it over to her. “I hope it’s okay.”

Hope pulled out the vibrator and grinned. “More than okay.”

He’d chosen a rather basic model. It was a pink silicone shaft, which was supposed to stimulate their g-spots. While Hope played with the settings, Decan slipped his fingers behind her panties and kissed her inner thigh. She spread her legs for him and lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the fabric off her legs while he caressed her skin with kisses. “Will you allow me to please you with it?”

Hope hummed, smiling down at him and combing through his wet hair. “You know I can’t resist your sweet pleas, baby.”

Decan swayed, lightheaded with how fast his cock filled with blood. Ignoring the pressure building in his dick, he tossed Hope’s panties aside and trailed his lips up her inner thigh. One hand spread her open, while the other reached out for the toy. She leaned back and placed her legs on his shoulders, her fingers twisting through his curls. With the vibrator on its lowest setting, he held it against her clit and her hum turned into a pleased moan.

“Do you have your own toys at home?” he asked, sliding the vibrator away from her clit and to her entrance.

“Mmhmm.”

He shifted closer, kissing her hip bone before flicking his tongue over her clit. She jolted again, her hands fisting his hair. He let his tongue explore for a moment before licking her pussy and dipping in. Fuck, she was already soaked. She didn’t need much more work with his tongue before he carefully penetrated her with the vibrator. He watched, amazed, as she took it so well. Maybe she was used to it.

“Good?” he tested, gazing up at her.

“Yes,” she hummed. “You’re doing such a good job.”

He licked over her clit again to hide how he turned to mush beneath the praise. When the toy was completely submerged, he paused to allow her to adjust, then he started to move. Her thighs quivered around him and determined to keep those sweet little noises coming, he upped the intensity of the toy and sucked her clit into his mouth. Hope held his hair to keep him in place, the grip so tight it burned in the best way possible. Not that anything could tear him away from her sweet pussy anyway. He loved watching Hope fall apart as well.

“A little harder,” she panted, her hips rolling into him. “You’re making me feel so good.”

Fucking shit. He could blow untouched listening to her praise. He upped the vibration again and sucked her harder, his tongue flicking against her clit.

“You won’t hurt me, baby.”

He took her words as a promise and thrusted the toy into her pussy hard and fast. She writhed under him, her thighs tightening around his head. She tasted so good. Stealing another glance up, he saw her eyes shut tight, mouth falling open with beautiful sounds.

Fuck breathing. That sight alone was enough to keep him right where he was, sucking until her body tensed and stilled, hips pushing into his touch before she let out a whimper and fell apart. Her legs fell to the bed, and the pain in his scalp intensified.

“Decan, please,” she begged, pulling him away from her sensitive clit.

With one last flick of his tongue, he pulled back, turned off the vibrator, and licked his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she panted. “That was amazing.”