“That feels so good,” I whispered, looking at him, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen his face look so tormented, even in the angsty music videos for his INK ballads. “I know, baby,” he said. “I know.” Why had I bothered doing anything else with this? Having the vibrator here was fucking incredible, and I couldn’t sit still, it felt so good. I was arching and moving and Kallum watched my face as he added a second finger. “Fuck,” I managed, and he gave me a devasting smile. “That word sounds good coming from you, Winnie Baker. Why don’t you try turning the toy up?”
