He met her reflection in the glass. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he said, dropping his mouth to her shoulder, planting a kiss, then gently biting her skin. She felt beautiful as he looked at her. That could only be helpful, feeling beautiful, she reasoned. It could only help her to keep moving on.

He reached for a small clear bottle on the white marble vanity, drizzled some lube onto a few fingers, then returned to her backside once more, all the while keeping his eyes locked on her in the mirror.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, just tell me to stop. At any point,” he said as he teased at her back entrance. She lifted her ass for him, giving him all the access he needed.

She shook her head. “I know it will feel good,” she said, as he pushed a finger into her. She gasped from the pressure, closing her eyes from the quick hit of pleasure that burst through her.

“Just getting you ready,” he said, then reached for the bag on the counter, taking out the jeweled butt plug he’d bought for her while she was delivering her keynote. To think, this afternoon she’d been the respected psychologist from New York speaking to a crowd of hundreds of colleagues about serious relationship matters and treatment modalities, and tonight she was Jack’s lover, cheeks spread, ready to receive a jeweled pleasure toy in her ass. A Joy Delivered product, of course, the toy was silver, shaped like a rounded bullet and with a sturdy base. On the base, was a deep purple fake gem.

“I chose purple because it’s a sophisticated color for a sophisticated woman,” he said, holding up the toy in the mirror.

“Nothing says sophisticated like a jeweled butt plug,” she said in a playful voice, making him laugh.

But the laughing stopped from both of them as he removed his finger and slowly, carefully inserted the plug into her rear. She tensed briefly as it stretched her. She’d had his fingers in her before, plenty of times, but this was larger and thicker. She exhaled deeply as she adjusted to the size. But then, she needed to get used to it. This toy was tiny compared to him, and she fully intended to have him there later tonight.

“How does it feel?”

“Weird. But good,” she said, and he spun her around and dropped to the floor once more, kissing the tops of her feet, then her shins, and up to her knees. He looked up at her, and his eyes blazed darkly with so much heat, so much passion, and so much unbridled lust as he worked his way up the front of her legs, kissing and licking her skin, then her inner thighs. She was hot and wet already, and he lapped up the wetness slipping down her legs.

“How am I going to make it through dinner?” she asked as he flicked his tongue once against her throbbing center, then stood up.