The movement alone makes her fingers tighten around the bed sheets.
My hands land on her thighs, smoothing up to her hips and feeling her curves through the fabric of her dress. Her thighs tense beneath my touch.
A low sound leaves her throat, pleased and impatient all at once
“You really do look good on your knees,” she purrs.
I huff out a quiet laugh, glancing up at her through my lashes.
“Only for you, but only when I want to eat your pretty little pussy.”
“Which is all the time.”
She isn’t wrong.
I lean back and lift one of her legs, resting it against my thigh. I find the zipper of her boot. Pulling it down. My eyes never leave her face.
She's watching every movement.
I remain silent as I slide off the boot and set it aside, then take the other one and repeat the same slow process. The tension between us feels ready to snap.
Once both boots are gone, I take my jacket off and throw it next to me.
“Have you worn that but plug at all?” I ask casually.
She lifts her hips when I gesture, letting me hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights. I drag them down her legs, inch by inch, revealing pale, smooth skin that makes my mouth go dry.
When the tights finally slip free from her feet, I lean down and press a kiss to her ankle.
And then another.
I don't stop until my mouth reaches her knee, letting my lips trail upward while my hands steady her legs.
“I have a few times,” she says. “Why?”
Her voice still has that teasing edge to it, but there's curiosity there, too.
I move to her other leg, kissing the curve of her knee before dragging my mouth higher along her thigh until I reach the thin fabric of her soaked thong.
My hands squeeze her legs slightly. I can tell she's turned on by how wet she is, but the face gives it away, too.
Same baby.
“Because I’m going to take both of your holes tonight.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and I loved it.
A few days ago, I bought a bright pink vibrating dildo, and I knew what I wanted to do with it the second I saw it in the shop. Even if it was expensive, and she has others at the house.Although there was no way I was using them on her when she had used them after being with others, because they couldn't satisfy her.
Idiots.
It's not like I need it. But I’m not the kind of man who thinks toys somehow threaten his ego. If anything, I think the opposite. If it means I get to watch her fall apart again and again, hear those soft moans she makes when she's overwhelmed with pleasure, then I’m all for it.
The idea of filling her up while the toy drives her crazy at the same time sounds like a pretty good night to me.
Beats sharing her with anyone else.
“Really?” she squeaks.
