“I was going to have some fun filling you up.” He tipped her back, but Xeni flinched, like she thought she was going to fall. “Lean back. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He tried again, bracing his arm in a firm caging motion behind her back. This time she went with it, let him hold her weight as he maneuvered between her legs. He found the tight bud of her asshole, already wet from her slick cunt juices, and gently nudged it with his finger. “Just relax for me. Okay?”
She let out a shaky breath, then gave him a little nod. “Okay.” Mason watched her face very closely for any signs of discomfort as he pushed the toy in all the way. She let out another breath as he turned it a fraction, then she settled against him even more.
“You want to take this off?” He grabbed the base of the purple cock she was wearing and gave it a shake. Xeni let out another gasp, shaking her head.
“Leave it on.”
“I just want you to be comfortable.”
“I am,” Xeni said, before she reached up and pulled him down to her. She kissed him like that was what she’d been wanting all night, deep and rough. Mason kissed her back, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he made himself busy between her legs. He teased her clit, stroking and lightly pinching the sensitive bud as she started to squirm in his arms. Then he pushed one finger inside her swollen cunt and then another.
“You said you liked my fingers,” he breathed against her lips. He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought before she kissed him again. He would just have to show her. Mason used his forearm to hitch up her thigh so he could have better access to her amazing body. Then he added more lube, covering his own fingers, her swollen labia and her dripping entrance. He took his time, slowly sliding one finger then two, fucking her hot cunt nice and deep. She whimpered in his arms he added as another finger another, three now pumping in and out. He fucked her this way for a while, watch the way she arched in his grasp, moaning his name now and again.
He leaned down and lightly took her bottom lip between his teeth, giving her a little bite. She moaned then, kissing him deeper.
“Do you want more?” he asked when he pulled back and bit. He stretched her more, nudging her with his pinky.
“Mhhmm,” she moaned, nodding frantically. He added his pinky, and then his his thumb. There was a moment’s pause. Mason wanted to give her time to adjust to the girth of his hand. She’s stretched so beautifully for him, the lube and her juices easing the way. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the AC and their mingling breath. He moved his hand, just barely, but that was enough to spur his gorgeous partner on. She ground down on his clenched fist with her hips, her muscles tensing around him. He watched the not-so-subtle swirl of her pelvis a bit more before he started moving his hand in earnest.
That was all it took to make her cry out, her face tucked tight against his neck.
“How does that feel?” Mason asked. More like begged. He wanted to know that he was taking care of her in all the ways he could.
“Good. Oh my god. It—it feels good.” Mason kept on with the motion, moving his wrist in slow but deep thrusts. “You can go—you can go faster.”
“You sure, love?”
“Yes,” she panted, grabbing his forearm to show him that she was ready to do it for him if he didn’t get on with it. “Yeah, fuck. Just. That. Yeah, that.”
Mason watched her closely, looked for any hint of pain or discomfort, but she held on to his wrist, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He did what she asked, followed through on her sensual demands, until he felt her clenching down on him.
“Oh, babe,” she cried out as she soaked his wrist. He held on to her as her body tensed and trembled, then a few minutes later, he very slowly removed his hand.
Mason carried Xeni across the room and laid her down on the bed, and carefully removed the strap-on and butt plug. He took both into the bathroom and then returned with a wet washcloth to clean her off. She was still breathing heavy, her eyes slammed shut as he wiped his cum off her tits and her cum off her thighs.
“You want me to wrap your hair?” It may have been a foolish question, but he’d do it if she asked.
A burst of laughter sputtered out of her as she opened her eyes. “Quick learner, but no. Thank you. I forgot my bonnet at home anyway.”
Mason would have offered to keep a spare at his place if they weren’t running out of time.
It took some more maneuvering, but eventually they were both under the covers. Mason held still while Xeni made herself comfortable, then wrapped his arms around her. He listened to her breathing as she lightly toyed with his chest hair.
“You want to know what I want to be in my next life?” she suddenly said into the dark.
“What’s that, my moon goddess?”
“A sex witch.”
* * *
It was after midnight when Xeni realized what she would do with her newly acquired wealth. First she was going to get a bigger apartment. A house even, with high ceilings. Then she was going to get a huge bed with a sturdy frame and some kind of sex chair. Yeah, a sex chair. She realized she liked doing sex things in chairs. And then she’d invite Mason out to Los Angeles for what she now saw as mandatory bi-monthly dick appointments. The marriage wasn’t meant to last, but she’d be a fool to give up the sex. With him, it was just too good.
She should have been exhausted. The man had played her like a sock puppet, made her come harder than she’d ever come before. Instead of that peaceful, dreamless sleep that came with so-powerful-it-reset-your-nervous-system sex, she’d had a filthy dream about her and Mason fucking in a field of flowers. The orgasm she’d had in her sleep woke her up. She rolled over and looked at her husband sleeping beside her, both arms up above his head. She left him there, snoring softly, and crawled out of bed to use the restroom. When she came back, he was awake looking at his phone.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
