Her chest rises and falls. “Tighter, I think,” she whispers.
“Christ. I love that,” I tell her. I tighten the knobs and pinch them on each of her nipples.
I’m still on my knees, looking up at her. The metal connecting the two clamps tinkles with the movement of her chest. “Better,” she sighs.
I tug on the chain, lightly.
She groans, grinding her hips on nothing, and I’m speechless.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” I say, absentmindedly tugging on my dick. “I’m going to help myself, now,” I say to her center, before diving in. “Grind that pussy on my face.”
Ravenous now, I lick every inch, tracing her folds with my tongue, teaching myself what she likes. A lick here, a suck there. Tight, firm circles after wide, sweeping passes. Tugging on the nipple clamps every so often, a steady pressure versus short, sharp pulls, figuring out which she likes better. I take her to the edge, just as I’m sure she’s about to come, and then I pull away.
“No,” she gasps, trying to use her legs to pull me back in. “What are you—get back here?—”
“What do you think,” I ask, giving her another lick, watching her thighs twitch, “about trying this plug?”
She blinks the haziness in her eyes away. “Yes,” she begs.
She watches me closely with her X-ray eyes as I take the bottle of lubricant and squeeze a hefty amount onto the toy, onto her, the two of us watching as it dribbles down. I use the thumb of one hand to rub small circles on her clit, and I use the pointer of the other hand to rub firm circles around her asshole.
“Fuck,” we whisper at the same time, her eyes squeezing shut and head dropping back on the couch.
“Watch, Gorgeous,” I tell her, not wanting any bit of this to be a surprise, wanting her to be able to stop me if it gets to be too much.
She lifts her head and looks down.
I turn on the vibrating setting of the plug and place it gently on her clit, moving it in small circles, and slowly, I slip the tip of my finger inside the tight ring of her ass. I push in to the first knuckle, groaning at the warmth.
“Elias,” she breathes, the metal of the chain tinkling with the heaving of her chest.
I don’t stop the steady pressure in. I look up and see her lips parted, slack with pleasure. “You like my finger in your ass, baby?”
“I’m coming,” she moans immediately, and I feel the telltale rippling and squeezing around my finger.
I wonder why I feel like I’m not far behind her, and I realize I’ve been dry-humping the couch this entire time. “Holy shit.” She’s still incoherent, so I keep babbling on. “I need to be inside you. Fuck.” I slip my finger out and replace it with the tip of the plug. Her eyes shoot open to watch me press it in.
My dick is so hard it’s painful. I think I could cry once the plug is all the way in, the base of it the only part visible. I use the remote to turn up the strength of the vibrations.
Mia’s head is thrashing back and forth. “Shit, shit, shit. So good. It’s so good.”
“Fuck. Fuck,” I’m chanting, fixing her body so she lays horizontally on the couch, mounting on top of her. I hold myself at my base and slowly push into her soaking wet warmth. It’s a snugger fit than usual, and immediately I feel the vibrations of the plug on my dick through her thin inner walls. “Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
Mia doesn’t answer, because she is too busy panting, her hands rubbing over her own body, pulling on the chain connecting the two nipple clamps herself. “Move, Elias,” she moans.
I thrust once, but the tight squeeze combined with the vibrations have me precariously, embarrassingly close to the edge. I close my eyes, because I think if I look at her writhing on my dick with the clamps, I’m going to fucking blow. “Mia, I’m so sorry, baby, I’m going to?—”
“Fuck me, Elias,” she yells.
“Fuck,” I say, gritting my teeth together and moving, opening my eyes because I do, in fact, have to watch her beautiful body writhing on my dick, moving with me, meeting each of my thrusts. I press down on her clit, hard. I make it one, two, three?—
“God,” she whimpers, and I barely hear it before we descend into madness. I feel the beginnings of the rippling of her inner walls around me, the tight fit making it more obvious, and I panic that I’m going to come before her, but I can’t stop, can’t think, can’t breathe, can onlyfuck. I slam into her,hard, four, five, six, and her body goes still before shaking violently, back bowing in half backwards and arching off the couch, and thank fucking god because I feel my own orgasm barreling through my body, meeting her own, coming so hard it’s almost painful, and somewhere beyond the ringing in my ears I hear her screaming.
“Mia,” I choke out, blind with agony and pleasure.
I think I black out. I come to laying on top of her, crushing her body. We’re a tangle of sweat and limbs, one of her legs over the back of the couch, one of mine on the floor. Mindlessly, I feel my come leaking out of her around my dick. I don’t think our couch will ever be the same.
She sighs from underneath me. “A-plus”.
