‘S-sometimes,’ comes her stuttering answer as, one hand banded around her ribs now, I switch on the purple wand, holding it against her thigh. ‘Look what I found.’ I feel rather than see her smile as I trail the head across her wet, silky skin. ‘I hope it’s waterproof.’
She licks her lips and nods her head, whispering, ‘It is.’
‘Oh, you dirty, delicious girl. How do you like it?’ I ask, running it along her inner thigh. ‘Do you use it like a cock and against your clit?’’
‘Both. Sometimes.’
Her body arches as I hone in on where she needs it before I glide it agonisingly slow past her clit.
‘Please, Greg,’ she begs, spreading her legs. ‘Please, touch me.’
‘I’m going to do better than that. I’m going to fuck you while I torture you with this.’
Leaning into her, I press her body forward, causing her hands to spread flat against the glass. She dips her spine, offering herself up to me, and fuck if that doesn’t make me that little bit harder—make me want this a little bit more. She moans loud and long as I nudge my head against her slit, mewling and pushing back against me as I circle but don’t commit. Tease her a little, tease us both. And all the while, the noise of my little buzzing friend echoes.
‘You’re a greedy, greedy girl.’
‘Yes, yes. I am, and I need—’
‘This.’My hiss counters her cry as, with a flex of my hips, I push into her body. The warmth of her pussy engulfs me beautifully, my knees almost giving way. I curl my hand around her shoulder, desperate to rut and fuck, desperate to lose myself in her. To hurt us both in the best sort of way.
‘You feel so big this way.’
And those words? Those breathy little sounds? There is no going slow right now as I pull back and slam into her again, hard and deep. This time, I bring my hand around her hip and position the purple head against her clit.
A whole lot of nonsense bursts forth from her lips. And fuck me if I don’t reap the benefits of that, too. Her walls spasm around me, the vibrations of the fake dick connecting, too.
‘Wait, darlin’.’ I’m not going to last long at this rate. I grab the condom I’d slid onto the recessed shelf, tearing it open with my teeth before sliding it on.
‘Need a hand?’ Her words are a husky invitation over the sound of the water. Head turned, she watches with a languid gaze.
‘This is what I need.’ I pull her hips back and she cries out as I impale her on my hard cock, her body spasming as I press the vibrator to her clit. I start to move, slow at first, slow and hard, setting the kind of pace and depth that won’t disturb my hand. But it’s hard, pardon the pun, hard to concentrate as with each flex of my hips, her moans become louder and a little more desperate. Her tits bounce as she fights the wave of torture against her clit. But whether she fights to get closer or away, only she can tell. It all makes me wish I had at least one other hand.
But not for long as she cries out, the sound like nothing I’ve ever heard. Her climax runs through my body like pure electricity. The force of it, the force of the vibrator, threatens to drag me to my knees. I wrap my hand in her hair, bringing her mouth to mine to swallow the sobs of her orgasm and eat them like I would her cunt. I drop the purple penis to the shower floor, pinning her in place before driving myself the fuck home.
Again and again.
I don’t last long, everything blurring and shimmering at the edges of my consciousness while a fevered heat runs over my skin. I pull out of her heat at the very last minute possible, tearing off the condom to jack myself to insensibility it seems. Weak in the moment, weak in the heat, I place my forehead against her spine, and the last thing I see before I close my eyes is my stream of white-hot cum as it stains her pristine skin.
