Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It still felt strange calling myself rich. Every time I signed into my bank account, I felt like I was shoplifting. The monthly statement was obscene, and my brain still thought like a girl who sometimes bounced checks and regularly paid overdraft fees. It would be impossible to overdraw my accounts now.
“We’re not rich, Rayne.”
“Uh, I beg to differ.”
“Rich is unstable. We’re wealthy.”
“And wealthy is somehow more stable?”
“Wealth is generational, so yes, it’s much more stable.”
“Could you be more pretentious?”
He met my stare. “Your rock is crooked.”
“It’s a crystal!”
“And a crystal is…”
“A pretty rock. Why are you picking on me?”
“Because you’re cute when you're flustered.”
I wondered how cute he’d think I was once I saged the house. “Just think of them like jewels. You love buying me diamonds. Now, you can buy me crystals.” I abandoned the shelf I’d been decorating and brought him a palm stone. “Hold one.” I placed it in his hand. “They all have different meanings. This is rose quartz. It represents unconditional love and emits a healing vibration. It’s a symbol of love and joy.”
He turned it in the light. “Pretty.”
I smiled and took it back from him. “I think so.”
I never did well with houseplants. And Hale’s home was already decorated when we got together, so this was technically the first time I tried changing the aesthetic.
“Do you mind having them around?”
“Why would I mind? This is our home. Decorate it however you want.”
I rushed back to the sofa and kissed him.
He caught my hips. “What was that for?”
“Just for…being you.”
“Well, if you wanted to really thank me…” He glanced at his watch. “Elara and Andrew won’t be back for another thirty minutes.”
I slithered off of his lap, landing on the floor between his knees. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“That’s exactly what I manifested.”
I laughed and unzipped his pants.
Despite all of Hale’s teasing, he really did listen to me and love me enough to support anything I was into. A few days later a package arrived. I waited until Hale got home since it was addressed to him, but when he saw it, he smiled and handed it to me.
“It’s for you.”
“For me?” I loved prizes.
“Open it.” He handed me a knife and I sliced the carboard open.
“It’s another box.” I pulled the luxe white box from the paper and set it on the table. “It’s heavy.” The suction of the lid made it difficult to lift off. When I finally got it open, a piece of foam covered whatever was inside, so I suspected it was fragile. I tossed the foam board aside and gasped when I saw pale pink rose quartz in a cushioned bed of satin. “You got me a crystal?”
I carefully pulled the tower from the box and gasped. Hale laughed. “Do you like it?”
I tucked it in my lap, blushed, and whispered. “Hale, this is a penis.”
“Actually, the proper term is wand.”
I ran my fingers over the smooth flared head. The pink quartz was heavy and cold in my hand, but it was definitely a dick. “Well, we can’t display this on a windowsill.”
“It’s not for display. It’s for you.”
I looked up in shock. “What do you mean?”
He took the crystal wand and dragged it between my legs. “You know what I mean.”
I gaped at him. “It goes inside?” I whispered.
He nodded. “Not the sort of vibration you’re used to, but according to what you told me…”
“Oh, my God. You’re going to Reiki my vagina?”
“What do you say we give it a spin?”
It turned out, that not all sex toys were created equal. Most of the toys Hale added to our collection were soft or chargeable. This was nothing like the others and when he used it on me, it was unlike any other time.
Hale teased the cool crystal over my skin slowly. He took his time and was excruciatingly gentle. He didn’t fuck me with the wand, he made love to me with it. It was sensual and scintillating. He worshipped my body, anointing every inch of flesh with the crystal, until I was begging for the real thing. And when he pressed inside of me, there was something powerful about his intentions.
“Can you feel me, Rayne?” He pulled me onto his lap, his arms winding around me as he closed his mouth over mine and flexed his hips. “Can you feel me inside of you, deep in your core? Feel me in your heart. I’m there, Rayne. Always with you.”
My lips dragged over his jaw as he pressed deeper. “I feel you.”
“Can you picture what it will feel like when our child’s in there?”
“Yes.”
“A piece of me, growing inside of you.”
Every slow stroke enunciated his whispered words. My entire being became part of him in that moment as he held me in his arms and made love to me.