“Hmm… So many possibilities. You mentioned something about this being the perfect toy for flying solo or with a couple?”
“I’ve only used it solo,” she promises. “But I’ve always wanted to try it with a partner.”
Reaching for it, she cups it into a C and says, “When this is inserted like this, it simultaneously presses against my clit and g-spot. Apparently, there’s enough room that you can slide behind it, and we’ll both enjoy it.”
“What about the remote?” I ask, lying beside her and tracing my fingers along her inner thighs. The way she squirms in anticipation has me dying to experience this with her.
“It… can be in your hand or mine.”
Pressing it into her palm, I lean in to kiss her lips tenderly. Then I admit, “I’ve never been inside someone with a toy like this… Why don’t you surprise us both with whatever you’re in the mood for.”
Pulling my face to hers, she kisses me. “I can’t believe I get another of your firsts,” she teases.
Running a finger through her folds, I grin and promise, “I want the rest of my firsts with you, Faye.” Turning on the vibrator, I trace the movement of my fingers. “Show me how you want it, sweetheart.”
With a wicked grin on her lips, she confidently takes the vibrator from my hands, bends it into the correct position, then rubs it against herself until it is completely inserted. Switching the vibration to the lowest speed, she warns, “I need this slow if you’re gonna be inside me, too.”
Shifting so I hover over her, I grip my cock and tug it twice, trying to release some of my tension. Faye’s eyes heat, and she moans as she scooches down the bed further. “Let me lick you first, Mark. That was hot.”
As she reaches for my cock, I sit up on my knees to give her access. As her tongue glides from the base to my tip, I growl. “Fuck…” Then warn, “If you want me inside of you, you need to stop.”
“I’m already so close,” she moans, lying back on the bed. “I wanna feel you come inside me, Mark.”
In a matter of seconds, I’m lined up and pressing against the vibrator. “Not sure how long I’ll last,” I warn. Then ask, “Mind if we turn this off until I get inside?”
I need to make sure she likes this before taking it to the next level.
Her warmth and slickness are beyond measure as I slip inside her tightness. “Fuck,” I groan when I’m fully seated inside her.
“God… This feels so good,” she pants, as we find a rhythm between us.
Just when we hit our stride, there’s a light buzzing sensation against my shaft. “Holy… Fuckin’ Christ…” I grunt as I falter at first, but then push through to regain our rhythm.
It doesn’t take long before I hear the telltale signs of Faye’s impending orgasm.
“This is hot as fuck! You’re so beautiful, Faye,” I say as we pick up our pace.
Couple that with the way she stiffens, and suddenly, I’m dying to chase that orgasm right along with her. When she clings to me tightly, I feel her inner walls grip me like I’ve never been gripped in my life, and my orgasm barrels through me like a runaway freight train, completely out of control.
Pressing into her, my entire body rocks as pulse after pulse of energy rips through me. Holding her tight, I release everything I have into her. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and with the cramped space inside her, everything is intensified beyond measure.
Eventually, the vibrating between us stops. All I can do is lie there on top of her. I prop myself onto my elbows to keep from crushing her and try to catch my breath.
When I’m finally able to lift my head and look her in the eye, a lazy grin spreads across her beautiful face. Love radiates through her, along with a bewildered expression.
Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. “I love you, Faye.
“I love you, too, Mark,” she whispers, then shakes her head and giggles, rocking our sensitive bodies. “Holy fucking shit, Mark… That was one of the hottest and most intense orgasms of my life.”
“Right there with you, sweetheart,” I agree and kiss her once again.
Three hours later, Mark and I are finally ready to leave. We’ve decided to drive to San Gimignano first, and if we have time, we’ll visit Sienna, too. Not that I’m complaining about our late start, but we agree to take a change of clothes in case we decide to stay somewhere along the way, rather than drive the few hours back to Bologna.
While I get ready after our second shower of the morning, Mark takes the liberty of packing our things for the trip. He’d somehow gone to the market and grabbed a few items for our road trip in that short time, as well.
To my surprise, he rented a fancy Mercedes that’s roomy and super comfortable to ride in. The sleek car grips the corners of the scenic highway and makes for an incredible experience.
From the moment we hit the open road, his hand grips mine as it rests on my lap. Like everything with Mark, our playful banter helps pass the time with ease. Low music plays in the background as he catches me up on each of his daughters and their families, and I fill him in on my conversation with Mom from this morning.
