He finally stops thrusting before he pulls out slowly and gently lowers my feet back to the floor. He kneels behind me, giving my lower back and ass cheeks light kisses in response to all of the smacks. “Was I too hard?”
I shake my head. “No, never.”
“You know you can tell me,” he says, pressing another kiss to the heated skin.
“I know. I can tell you anything.” It was rare that I felt I couldn’t tell Wild something. Even from the beginning, he’s always been my safe space, and I’ve felt comfortable telling him anything and everything.
“Good girl. Don’t ever forget that. My job is to make you feel safe.” He rubs my ass gently, still giving it gentle kisses before he spreads my cheeks and places a gentle kiss there too, before swiping his tongue over the hole.
A spark flashes through me before congregating between my legs, and when I turn around, he’s giving me a devilish look.
I’d brought down the strap-on and the bottle of lube while he was in the shower, and I’m glad I did. The urge to be a little messy is strong, and I don’t want to ruin his sheets. “Go to the living room,” I command, and he obliges. This was the only time I controlled every aspect of our sex. Most of the time, Wild is in control, and occasionally, I’ll give my input, but when I peg him, I doeverything.
I go into his linen closet to grab a towel and a sheet and the whiskey from the counter, having the perfect idea of how to get us started. I move into the living room and spot him on the couch, running his hand over the toy. “We’re doing this here?”
I nod. “Is that okay?”
He looks at the whiskey in my hand. “Of course, it is. Where do you want me?”
I put the sheet down first and then the towel, in hopes that it won’t leak through to his carpet. I reach out, running my hand over his cock that is still somewhat hard even after coming twice. “Hands and knees.”
He presses a kiss to my lips before he does as I ask, getting on his hands and knees as he faces the lit fireplace. Its crackling is the only thing I can hear as I slowly lower myself behind him.
“Didn’t think it was fair you got to have all the fun with the whiskey.” I giggle. I am officially pastjust tipsyand crossing into drunk after all the whiskey and wine, which is definitely why I'm preparing to do this.
Nasty Halle is right on schedule.
I unscrew the cap, and without another thought, I dribble some of it across his lower back. I rub my tongue across it, collecting the drops and causing him to moan.
“Oh fuck, Halle Grace St. John. What”—he lets out a shaky breath that I think is brought on more by lust than anything—“are you about to do?”
“You know,” I tell him as I run one finger between his ass cheeks. I press gently on his asshole, and he moans. “You know I like to do what I can to get you ready.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “God, my girl is so fucking nasty. I love you.”
“Love that I’m about to pour this whiskey down your ass for me to drink? I guess you’re a little nasty too,” I tell him just as I spread his cheeks and pour it out between them. Most of it hits the floor before I can set the bottle down, but I can still lick the traces left around his asshole. I rub my tongue against the hole, rimming him, before moving down and dragging my tongue against his balls to collect the liquid from them as well.
He moans when I do this again, and again, and when I reach around to grab his dick, he’s hard as steel, so I know that he’s ready. “On your back,” I say just as I place a final kiss on his ass.
When he turns around, his eyes are hazy from the drinks but full of lust and love. “You amaze me, Halle. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“All yours.” I moan as I grab the strap-on and step into it, sliding it up my legs. I grab the lube, remembering the rule ofthe more, the better. I rub it all over the fake dick before rubbing it into his hole. I do this for a few minutes, pushing my fingers into his ass, and every time, I add more lube.
“Fuck,” he groans when I go a little farther and insert a second finger. I do my best to open him up, knowing that it’s been a while since we’ve done this. “Halle,” he pants with a hint of a whimper, and I can hear the desperation in his voice. “Fuck, I’m ready, baby. I want to feel you inside me. Fuckin’ dying for it,” he begs. And I love that I have this man panting and begging forme.
“Who does this belong to?” I ask him as I take my position between his legs. Sometimes we do this with me behind him, but there was something so intimate about watching each otherwhile we did this. He's watching my tits bounce while I play with his cock, all while I’m fucking him in the ass with a strap-on.
“You. Fuck, only you. It’s only ever been you.”
I hold the dick at his entrance and pour on a little more lube for extra measure both on the toy and his asshole, before sliding it inside him.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” he groans as his eyes flutter closed. “Holy fuck, I forgot what this felt like.” He draws a fist to his mouth before putting it over his eyes. I slowly push in a little farther, inch by inch. The strap-on was about six inches, and I was probably about halfway in.
“You okay?” I ask, my mind immediately going back to the first time we did this. He takes a deep breath and nods, giving me a thumbs-up, and I giggle.
“You know I just need a minute to adjust,” he says shakily as his hands land on my hips. “Play with my dick,” he urges, and I oblige, rubbing my hand up and down his hard dick. I rub my thumb across the tip, collecting a stray bead of cum, and drag it across my tongue immediately. “You’re so fucking sexy it drives me crazy, Halle. Fucking hell,” he groans as he reaches up to touch my tits. “God, I want these in my mouth later.” He rubs his thumbs across the hardened peaks. “Can’t wait until they have milk and I can drink from them.” He smirks and heat flashes all over me, thinking about what that would mean.
I continue pushing inside him, my hand still on his dick, and for the first time, I pull out so that I can start to find a rhythm as I work it back inside him.
