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Gathering her taste on my tongue, I kiss my way up her belly, making her husk out a laugh.

“This.” I cover her pierced nipple with my mouth. “How do I make you feel good here? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes go hazy. She takes my face in her hand. “You’re sweet. You just…play with it. Gently, of course. But if you pull on it, it feels really good.”

I reach around to unhook her bra. Together we guide it off her arms, and she digs her hand into my hair again as I pluck the silver barbell between my finger and thumb.

Gently, gently.

Her teeth come down, hard, on her bottom lip. She arches against me, making soft panting sounds.

Her nipple is pliable. Pebbled and pink.

“Let me get you ready for me, yeah?” I bend my head to suck her other nipple in my mouth. “We’re gonna be a tight fit, so lemme stretch you out a little.”

In reply, she hikes her knee up on my hip. “Okay.”

I suck on her nipples while I reach down to find her entrance, pausing to circle her clit once, twice. I see stars at the ease with which my finger sinks inside her.

I can’t formulate words. I can only make growling sounds at her cunt’s tight pull on my finger.

“One more.” I bite down tenderly on her nipple as I nudge a second finger inside her. “Talk to me, Lainey.”

Her breath catches when I push that second finger a little bit more inside her. It’s tight, but I can fit.

Barely.

“Lainey.”

“Keep going.” But her brows are knit together.

I stop. “No rush⁠—”

She grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers farther inside. “Keep. Going.”

My dick screams at her willingness. Her very real need for more.

I want more, I think wildly. I never realized how I might have settled for less before.

I push and I push. Lainey arches her back, mouth falling open. “No pain,” she assures me. “It’s just not comfortable. Not yet.”

I press my thumb to her clit. Her eyes flutter shut. Her cunt stretches around me, making room for more.

“I’m ready,” she breathes, gesturing to the bedside table. “Condoms⁠—”

But I’m already reaching across the bed. Pulling open the drawer, I have to laugh when I see a purple vibrator alongside the box of condoms.

I pick it up, tossing it in my hand. “Awful small for something that makes such a racket.”

Lainey bites her lip, her green eyes shining. “If you behave, maybe we can use it.”

“Aw, honey, I ain’t behavin’ tonight.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I grit my teeth. She’s just so…effortlessly, genuinely playful. I wonder if that’s why I’m able to be playful with her in a way I haven’t in years.

Hell, a decade.