I sucked him with barely enough pressure, delicately skating my fingertips across his other nipple.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he moaned.
I teased him for another moment or two, then switched it up, pulling one of his nipples into my mouth with as much suction as I could manage. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up, frantic.
I continued sucking as hard as I could, finally pulling off with a pop. The nipple was red, swollen, and slightly stretched. I used my long thumbnail to scratch up one side and down the other as he nearly bucked me off.
“So sensitive,” I said, then leaned in for the other nipple.
The last few nights we had gone to bed with me delicately stroking his chest and nipples, talking through our day. I was shocked to find out that he didn’t have any toys, considering how much he loved having his nipples played with. He said that he didn’t get as much enjoyment with self-play and really liked it when someone else was in control of what was happening to his nipples.
I’d had an idea I was going to bring up with him later, but...maybe now was as good a time as any. Over on my bedside table, I had a range of hair ties, including the tiny elastics for the tiny braids I liked to add to my hair. I grabbed one, gave his abused nipple another delicious suck, then showed him the rubber band.
“May I?”
He swallowed heavily. “Please.”
Grasping the stretched nipple, I pulled it even farther away from his body, then slipped the small black rubber band over it, winding it around and around until it looked like a mini bondagescene with the black rubber stretching tightly over the straining pink flesh.
“Keep this on for a while. It’ll make your nipples bigger. More sensitive.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his chest rising and falling dramatically.
“Yes?”
“Big yes. All of the yes.”
I laughed and attacked his other nipple, sucking on it and grazing it until it was just as stretched and angry looking as the first. I wrapped another tiny rubber band around this one, and his hips started to shift. I squeezed around the base of his shaft, and he moaned loudly. He resumed his upward thrusts, and I rolled my hips down, figuring out the timing.
I wet his nipples with my mouth, tonguing the baby elastics, and he stilled my hips, shouting as he thrust up one last time. As his orgasm was hitting, I reached down and snapped one of the rubber bands. Just slightly, just enough. He threw me to the side and lay on top of me, entering me again and again and again, stroking my cock as he did. I was dripping with his cum, and he was still going. Everything that had been building finally crested, and like a pressure release valve, I came hard, spilling cum between us.
He continued to root around inside of me as if chasing both of our orgasms. I sucked his nipple into my mouth, working my tongue over the rubber band until it came off in my mouth. I did it to the other nipple and Kess whimpered. His cock finally slipped from my body, and he lowered himself between my legs, kissing my thighs as he ran his thumb over my well-used hole.
“I have never enjoyed sex so much with another person,” he said, licking my cock clean as he pushed his own cum back into my body.
“Me either. And I can’t wait to do this with you again and again.”
EPILOGUE
Rowdy
“How are you fourteen?” I asked Stevie, giving her a big hug. “You were wearing sparkle boots and swirly skirts just three minutes ago.”
“I’m allowed to grow up,” Stevie said, snatching the envelope from my hand. “Papa said so.”
Emery scowled at Woody, who gave up a rare grin. He enjoyed being right, of course, but he’d admitted that being Stevie’sPapawas something he’d never take for granted.
“The issue of Stevie growing up has to be a unanimous decision, and I say no,” Emery grumbled, kissing Woody’s temple.
“Sorry, my love,” Woody crooned. “It’s going to happen either way.”
Stevie slid open the envelope. She pulled out the shiny photograph and her brows met in the middle. She looked confused.
“What is this? One of those ink blot things?” she asked, holding the paper up for her dad to see.
Emery’s eyes went wide, and a tear trickled down Woody’s cheek. Emery turned to me. “The Easy Bake Oven lady? Is that why Kess wanted to postpone launching our new business?”
Kess and I nodded. Kess wanted to hold off on the business, not just because of the baby, but because he hoped that he and Emery could adjust their plans for a more family-focused app.
