“Remember how hard you came that night I fucked you?” Her breath comes rapidly. “I want that while you’re inside of me.”
“I come that hard every time I’m inside of you.” I tug her shirt over her head to free her magnificent nipples.
Pinching one, I bend to suckle the other between my teeth.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, digging her nails into my scalp. “No, you don’t. It was magical watching you.”
I know she’s right.
Even when she uses her fingers, it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Like I’m exploding from the inside, out.
Dropping to my knees, I lower her leggings to lift one of her supple thighs over my shoulder.
When my tongue finds her taut clit, she arches her back, reaching for the prep table for support.
“What about this?” Her words are broken with pants until I pause and look up.
“A pizza cutter? I don’t think so.” I bury my mouth back against her wet pussy, then sink in two fingers.
Just how she likes it.
“Look at the handle,” she gasps.
I stop again to glance.
It’s rounded at the end, tapering to a wide flare before it turns into a cutting utensil.
“I don’t want that near my balls or we’ll never have kids.” Busying myself with her sopping clit, I’m glad to hear her breathy moans transforming into the whimpering sounds she makes when she’s getting close to shattering.
When she cries out, clinging to my head, my cock leaks against the cold floor.
Fuck she’s beautiful.
She’smine.
Tugging me away by my hair, she smiles down. “Trust me. I like your testicles. I want them to stay in place.” She bends, kissing my mouth. “If it works, I’ll buy you a vibrating butt plug for next time.”
Why does that turn me on?
“Okay.” I can’t say no to her, ever.
I think she knows this.
“Stand up.” She steps back and pulls the bottle of olive oil from the shelf. “Hands on the table.”
I love it when she’s in control.
But I’m nervous this time.
It isn’t as strange when she rubs her slick palms up and down my hips, then strokes my aching cock from behind.
My head drops to my forearms when she pushes her fingers in.
“Shit,” I hiss. “I’m gonna come just from that.”
“Not yet.” The smack of her hand on my hip jerks me back from the brink, startling a groan out of me.
