“Again,” I whispered.
“You clearly want me.”
“I do.” I waited for his fingers to return.
His hand on my chest stroked my heart. Soft at first and then firmer until he had a rhythm going. This was odd foreplay, but I did not complain.
“Come on Princess,” he said. “You can do it.”
“Do what?” I bit my lower lip and pushed my ass closer to him. “I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
He tapped my heart. “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” I looked over my shoulder.
“Eyes ahead.”
I whipped my head back around.
Dig left my chest and moved to my back. He ran his finger down each notch in my spine, learning every ridge, sending shivers along my skin. When he landed on my tail bone, he sunk his hands down my thighs and used his knee to knock my legs out wider.
Next, he reached out his arm showing me what he held.
His red heart-shaped sunglasses packed into a condom.
I blinked twice as fast.
“You like these, Princess?” he asked.
Glaring at the sunglasses I nodded like a maniac. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He chuckled and took them back, seconds later something pressed over my clit, the smooth glass of his sunglasses under the condom brought me into slight gasp. I sucked in a shuddering breath at the touch of the plastic frames, opening my mouth in odd glee. “Oh my freckle.”
“Yeah,” he said deeply. “You want to wear them, Princess?”
I needed to scream yes. “Well… they are very nice… not really my personal style, they look very good on you though… yes, I want to wear them.”
“You’re not going to wear them over your eyes.”
I choked out, “alright.”
I stood there, wet and needy, with red heart-shaped sunglasses pressed against my clit, my heart already beginning to spike with adrenaline for what was to come. His eyes were disclosed. The knowledge of that was enough to rush me into exhilaration. All I had to do was turn around and I’d be able to see his face.
“Princess.” His lips brushed my earlobe, the sweet heat of his breath skimmed along my cheek. “You’re going to take my—” he paused and cleared his throat. “Do you want me to fuck you with my sunglasses?”
“Yes!”
“Youdo?” He paused. “Really?”
“Fuck yeah, I do!”
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“It’s not going to hurt.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. My roots screamed on my scalp from the force of it.
I think I found a new kink.
