“She worries me to death,” Kayla contests. “It seems everyone I love walks on some kind of wild side.”
“Not me.” I take her face in my hands. “I’m boring.”
Kayla laughs. “Yeah, right. You are anything but boring.”
“Okay, maybe that’s partly true.” I smile deviously.
“It’s one hundred percent true.” Kayla leans in for a quick kiss. “I need to call Sam.”
“After.” I keep a firm grip on her face.
“After what?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Not what you may think.” I release her and open the top drawer of my dresser. I pull out a little velvet bag and dangle it in front of her.
“What is that?”
“A surprise I’ve been dying to give you.” I open the bag, showing her the metal spade-shaped apparatus. She inspects it curiously. “Since I’ll be at work all day, and you’ll be here hanging around, I wanted you loose and ready for me when I get home.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Loose where, exactly?”
“I think you know.” Actually, I know she does. We’ve shopped online for sex toys enough for her to know exactly what I’m holding in my hand and exactly what it’s used for.
“I want your ass tonight, baby. And I don’t want to wait,” I murmur in her ear. “It’s been way too long.” Kayla expels a moan, and I know I have her. It doesn’t come as a surprise. There’s isn’t much she won’t do. “Open your mouth.” She parts her lips instantaneously, and I slide the butt plug between her lips. My cock rapidly hardens. “Suck. Get it nice and wet.”
She does, the little minx, working her mouth in a seductive way she knows will drive me mad. “Naughty.” I pull the plug away from her.
“Look who’s talking.”
“Touché.” I spin her around and walk her over to the bed. “Bend over.” Kayla plants her hands on the mattress and spreads her legs. The position is so enticing, incessant desire tempts me to take her right here and now. But I refrain, knowing her pussy will be so much sweeter later, the plug playing with her need all day.
I push the towel up over her ass and tease the little pink hole with the silver tip.
“Dev,” she mewls, leaning forward as I penetrate the tight ring of muscle, pushing in then pulling out, stretching it the way I see fit.
I prolong sliding it all the way, just to watch her squirm.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to make myself come,” she threatens, achy and uncomfortable already.
“The only person who’s going to make you come is me.” I shove the plug into her hole, and she huffs out a tortured noise.
“You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I get home. And I’m going to be so fucking hard thinking about that all day.” I pull her up and lick her neck. Her hair is still wet from the shower, and her skin smells like her coconut shampoo.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tide yourself over before you leave?” She bends over flashing me the little purple jewel winking out of her ass.
“Oh, I do, butterfly. But I won’t.” I spank her, and she jumps. “Be good.” I kiss her pink cheek.
“No promises,” she rebels.
I throw her a stern look over my shoulder as I pull a shirt from my closet.
“Maybe I should just tie you to the bed so I know you’ll behave.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me and find out.”
Kayla faces me, a perverse smile playing on her lips. She then drops her towel, leaving herself completely naked and me completely drooling.
