“Does it intimidate you?”
“I mean…a little. And what’s the other thing? Is that for you?”
“Yeah, it’s a cock ring, and I think this is supposed to play with my perineum.”
She studies it. “Is that going to fit around your penis? It looks small.”
“I appreciate the compliment, and yes, they stretch. See.” I show her and watch her eyes widen as she takes it all in.
“And you want to use those…tonight?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t that turn you on?”
“I mean…it’s scary.”
“Scary?” I shake my head. “Not scary when you’re with the right person who knows what he’s doing.”
“And you know what you’re doing?”
“Yeah, Pips.”
She wets her lips again and then shyly asks, “What, uh, what would you do?”
Smirking, I lean in closer and gently push a piece of hair behind her ear as I say, “I would first make sure you were naked. I would strip you myself, but slowly. With every article of clothing I took off, I would make sure I spent time dragging my tongue and lips over every inch of your exposed skin, spending a luxurious amount of time on your perfect tits, then moving down between your legs, where I would lick you everywhere besides where you really want me.”
Her breath hitches in her chest, and her cheeks flush, which I find too fucking hot.
“Then I would move my fingers up your inner thigh to your cunt, where I would test to see if you were turned on. Tell me, would you be turned on?”
She nods her head slowly, and I reward her with kisses along her jaw.
I move over to her ear, where I continue, “With you ready, I would slowly slide the dildo inside you, letting you get used to the feel of it, but I wouldn’t turn it on just yet. Instead, I wouldslip my cock ring on and turn it on, letting you watch me unravel. Letting you experience the kind of pleasure these toys could bring. Precum would fall past the tip of my cock, and I would swipe it and let you lick it off my fingers. That desperate mouth of yours would lick me clean. Wouldn’t it, Pips?”
She nods again, and when I pull away, her eyes are heady, dazed, so I lay her back down on the blanket.
“I would let you watch me grow, let you see how goddamn stiff I am, how much I want release, and then I would turn it off. I would lie there and let my dick twitch, looking for relief. Searching for it.”
I bring my hand to her shirt, and I lift it up just enough to press my palm to her heated skin.
“I would be so goddamn out of my mind with need that I would immediately turn on your dildo, because I would want you to feel the same thing. I would need you to be in the same position as me, begging for release, barely able to hang on. And at first, you would be surprised. You wouldn’t know how to react to the new sensation, not until I lowered my mouth to yours and started helping you relax, letting our tongues do the work.”
I lift up her shirt some more, exposing her bra. I pull one cup down and play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
“And while we made out, I would play with your nipples like this. Just enough to turn you on even more but not so much that it takes away from the sensation you’re feeling down below.”
Her teeth pull over her bottom lip.
“And when I saw that your orgasm was starting to climb, I would turn my cock ring back on, and I would ask you to pump me. To let me fuck your hand. I would be so goddamn desperate for it that I would barely be able to hold back as your fingers wrapped around my girth. And as we climbed together, you getting all the goddamn pleasure you deserved while you were helping me come, I would stare into your beautiful goddamneyes and think how lucky I am, how infatuated I am, how much I would want this moment to last forever. And when I’m on the verge, ready to come, you arching your back as your orgasm took over, rocketing through your body and making you clench around your dildo, I would lift my dick to your mouth, beg you to swallow me, and then bust all over your lips and tongue.” I finish with pinching her nipple just enough to make her moan, then I remove my hand and say, “Does that seem scary?”
She wets her lips, and then in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard, she says, “With you…no.”
The lights go out in the dining hall when Finky and his wife are the last to retreat to their cabin. We’re the only ones left out in the open, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for ever since Sanders showed us our spot out here in the trees.
“What kind of wine is that?” Scottie asks as she sucks down the last drop from her glass. “I think there is something special in there. I’m buzzing.”
Laughing, I nod. “I know. Me too.” I smirk at her and then tug on her arm. “I like you.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I like you.”
