Ivy chuckles at my enthusiasm and takes a few steps towards the bed, dragging the dildo down over her breasts as she saunters towards me.
“I had a feeling you might like this. You want to see me wearing my cock, Lilah baby? Want me to fuck you with it?”
I’m too mesmerized to answer, panting as she kneels on the bed and nudges my thighs open with her knee.
“I will, I promise. But first,” she uncurls her other hand, revealing a matching sky-blue bullet vibrator, no bigger than my thumb. “I have to get you ready.”
Tossing the larger toy to the mattress next to me, Ivy wastes no time getting her lips back on my skin. Surprisingly, she starts with my toes and, even more surprisingly, I’m totally into it. I lay back when shelifts my foot to her mouth, tickling the inside arch with the tip of her tongue before running it over each one of my toes. She wraps her lips around my big toe and sucks gently, staring me down with lust sparkling in her opal eyes.
With the click of a button, the bullet begins to buzz, and she runs the tip over my ankle, down my calf, across the inside of my knee while taking turns lavishing my toes with her tongue. My pale pink nail polish contrasts against the kiss-swollen red of Ivy’s lips, making a scene I never thought I’d love so much all the more erotic.
The vibrations from the bullet send shivers up and down my spine, heat blooming in my hips as I buck them, desperate to get that delicious buzz closer to where I so desperately need it. She inches the toy up my inner thigh and just when I think she’s going to press it to my clit, Ivy drops my leg and picks up the other one, giving that side the same slow, teasing treatment.
By the time the vibrator finds its way up my inner thigh once again, I’m a bumbling mess. I moan and arch, begging incoherently for relief from this exquisite torture. When Ivy pulls the vibrator from my skin and holds it up between us, I don’t know whether to gasp in relief or cry because she hasn’t moved it further up yet.
“God, Lilah, look at this. Look at you. What a pretty mess you’re making for me, honey.”
The tip of the vibrator is glistening, coated in wetness as it lightly buzzes even though it hasn’t yet touched my pussy. She’s got me so hot and bothered that I’m leaking down my thighs, the evidence of my desperation coating the toy.
“Vee,” I moan, babbling and squirming. I try to press my thighs together, but Ivy is between them, blocking me from getting the friction I need. “Vee, please. I need...I can’t…”
“You need to come, honey? Why didn’t you say so?”
My back lifts off the bed as Ivy leans over me, propping herself up on one elbow while finally pressing the buzzing head of the vibrator right on top of my clit. I scream out a curse as she increases the speed, applying perfect pressure right where I need it and letting the vibrator do it’s job. Her lips drop to my neck and she licks and sucks as I moan, writhing and chasing the orgasm building inside me.
The sound of the toy buzzing between my legs fills the room along with my cries of pleasure and Ivy’s gentle praising. It all reaches a beautiful crescendo when my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under until I’m nothing but mindless, boneless sensation.
“So pretty, Lilah baby. So perfect and gorgeous when you come for me. Keep going. Keep coming. You deserve it. You deserve everything.”
Tears prick the corners of my eyes as my orgasm goes on and on, dragged out by Ivy’s ministrations of the vibrator. The buzzing gets less and less intense with each passing second until it's gone completely, and then it's just me and clit throbbing from the aftershocks. I shove my fingers into the short strands of Ivy’s hair and pull her down for a breathless kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue like she’s holding the secrets to life behind her teeth.
When we finally break apart, Ivy’s skin is flushed the most endearing shade of pink, sweat beading at her hairline like she’s the one who just received the earth-shattering orgasm and not me. I place the pad of my thumb on her lips, and she kisses it gently.
“Vee, will you fuck me now?”
“Oh, greedy girl, don’t you know by now that you can have whatever you want?”
I watch with rapt attention as Ivy sits back on her heels and procures the blue dildo and a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed earlier from where they’ve been hiding amongst the sheets. She attaches the toy to her underwear with expert precision, and I try hard not to think of all the other women who were lucky enough to see Ivy like this. I’ve neverbeen the jealous type, but the thought of my Ivy leaning over another woman like this—all soft curves and delicate lingerie contrasting against the harness and toy protruding from her pelvis—makes me want to find these women and claw their eyes out.
So maybe I am a jealous person after all. But only for Ivy. Only ever for Ivy.
“You’re plenty wet enough,” Ivy says as she flicks the cap on the lube and drizzles it along the top of the dildo. “But extra lube is always a good idea.”
“Holy shit, Vee,” I gasp, my eyes glued to her hand fisting the cock and stroking it up and down, coating it in lube and getting it ready for me. It’s almost like she’s pleasuring herself, and it’s stunning. The visual is so insanely sexy, I don’t know what to do with it. I want to roll on to my stomach and suck on her strap. I want her to bury it inside me while I beg her to get me pregnant again. I want to ride her, feel her on top of me, behind me, all around me.
“What position do you think will be most comfortable for you?” she asks, completely unaware of my horny thought spiral.
“On my hands and knees, I think. But what about you? If you’re behind me, I can’t touch you. I want to make you come, too.”
She picks up a tiny remote and presses a button,filling the room with that familiar buzz and sucking in a sharp breath.
“The base vibrates, too. Trust me, it’s going to feel damn incredible when I’m fucking you, Lilah. You want it from behind? Then roll over for me, baby.”
I do as she says, propping myself up while allowing the weight of my belly to rest on the pillow below me. I stack another one on top, and it gives me the perfect height and support to enjoy the position without the pressure of my pregnancy pulling me down. When I’m settled, I feel Ivy move in close until the front of her thighs brush the back of mine. Her hand finds my spine, and she traces lines up and down my vertebrae with her fingertips.
“So pretty, Lilah baby. Look at you. All this smooth, tanned skin. You’re so perfect. Like a gorgeous blank canvas. Part of me wants to draw all over you. Ink your skin and mark you as mine so everyone knows who you belong to.” She slides the silicone cock through my folds and I gasp. My pussy is still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm, but I also feel painfully empty.
“I want that. Want your ink under my skin. Want to be covered in you, Vee.”
