I slip my tongue out of her. The raw passion of my lust gentles to make sure I understand. “You want anal play, Lot?”
Her lashes flutter over her hooded eyes and she releases my wrist. “It’s okay if it’s not your thing. You don’t have to.”
“Anything that gives you pleasure is my thing. Do you have a safe word?”
“I’ve never needed one.”
“Have you done anal before?”
“Not with a man, no. Just my vibrator.”
Fuck. The image of Lot pleasuring herself with an anal toy nearly sends me over the edge. “Why me?”
“Are we really having this conversation with my coochie on your chin?”
“Yes. I want to know before we go someplace you’ve never gone before.”
Her expression softens as much as Lot lets it. “Do you remember teaching me how to ride my first ten-speed?”
“Yeah. You were stubborn and insisted you could do it on your own.”
“But you still wouldn’t let go of the seat until I showed you I could. And even then, you ran alongside me, keeping up so I wouldn’t fall.”
“You didn’t.”
“No. But the point was you wanted to protect me anyway. So, that’s why.”
Her confession sinks in deep. “I’ll always protect you, Lot. That’s why I need you to give me a safe word.”
“Okay. Web. That’s my word.”
“Good choice. It fits us.”
“Are we done talking now? ’Cause I’m about to lose this mood.”
“We’ll get it back. Hand me that bottle on the towel stand.”
“What is it?”
“Almond oil. Good to prevent calluses after lifting. But it’s multipurpose. Makes for a slippery slide.”
“Ohh.” She grabs it for me, and I grease up my fingers.
Just that action—the anticipation—has us both breathing hard and ready to resume.
I dip my tongue back into her heat, arousing her all over again, and apply a gentle pressure with my finger against her puckered taint. Even though she’s had experience with a toy, I continue to slowly lubricate before easing one finger inside. Then I pause to check in.
“How’s that?”
“So good. Give me more.”
I press in a little deeper to my first knuckle. She clenches, an instinctive reaction to something stimulating all those sensitive nerve endings. She’s so snug and warm around my middlefinger.
Her body quivers, her nails biting into my shoulders as she loses herself in arousal. I slide my tongue around her pulsing clit and finger-fuck her ass with steady, shallow thrusts.
“Dice,” she grits, her head falling back. “I’m gonna come.”
Her thighs press against my ears, the sides of my face, and when she starts chanting my name, I go into overdrive. It’s a race to see if I’ll suffocate or she’ll come first.
