“This might be a little cold,” he warned, but his voice was pure heat.
As a glob of cool gel hit the hood of her clitoris, she gasped. Then, the little silicone mouth of the Lulu encircled her. Beads swirled around her clit, then stroked down. She clutched at the bedspread, grabbing fistfuls of it instead of reaching for Des as she ached to. The orgasm started to build in her belly. The Lulu slid against her needy skin, slick with her wetness and now-warmed lube. He seemed to know exactly where to press it and when to ease off in order to heighten her anticipation, but unlike the last time they’d tried this, he wasn’t staving off her orgasm. He wasn’t trying to build it like he had before.
“What’s the verdict, Camille?” His voice was low, stretched tight like the T-shirt over his incredible shoulders. “Does it feel like the real thing? Does it feel like I’m licking you?”
He dragged the Lulu down to her entrance then eased it back up for one long lick.
“Yes,” she panted, and her first orgasm of the night slammed into her like a linebacker. It paralyzed her, save the gasping moan that escaped her. As soon as he realized what was happening, he refocused his efforts, pressing the vibe into her clit, hard. The unrelenting sensation drew out the waves of pleasure, and he didn’t draw back until the last quivers of aftershock had faded.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, trying to recover, before she could see again. He didn’t move from between her knees. When she returned to her senses, he was sitting on his haunches, his head cocked, studying her. He was probably trying to figure out if she was in a coma. When she blinked at him, he smiled.
“You good?” Amusement shaded his tone, and she couldn’t help but grin. She grabbed one of his pillows and pulled it over her face.
“No!” she insisted through the fabric and stuffing. “I died. You killed me.”
He nudged the edge of the pillow so he could hear her better, but didn’t try to pull it away from her. “You don’t look dead to me.”
“Oh, yeah?” She lifted the pillow to watch the easy fondness sparkle in his eyes. “What do I look like?”
“Like a woman who just came so hard her brain melted.” Satisfaction oozed from him, in spite of the ridge of his cock straining against his zipper.
Had he ever come that hard? What did he look like when he did? She wanted to know so badly she burned with it.
“Brain melting isn’t fatal?” she teased.
He twisted toward the foot of the bed, staying where he was but craning his body to rifle into the mini duffle once more. “I dropped out of med school before I got to the class on brain melting.”
“What a shame. You could have been some poor unsuspecting nurse’s fantasy.”
He faced her, now holding in his left hand the graduated butt plug she’d seen last time.
“You’re right. I don’t know how I’ll get over it.” He picked up the bottle of lube from where it had fallen during the turn with the Lulu. He thumbed the cap, ready to pop it open. “You still down for this?”
“I’m down,” she promised.
He reached toward her with one hand, and she thought, for one wild moment, that he was reaching for her. That he would take her by the shoulder, or press his palm against the sweat-damp curve of her neck. But instead, he grabbed one of the pillows to her right and pulled it. “Lift,” he instructed, and when she picked her hips up off the bed, he slid the pillow underneath her butt and the small of her back. When she settled, she was tilted up toward him, but the sensation was comfortable overall, though it was disconcerting, and a little embarrassing, to be even more on display than she had been.
“It’ll be easier this way,” he said, and tipped the bottle of lube onto the plug. She couldn’t help but stare as the thick fluid drizzled down the tiered silicone, coating it unevenly. He re-capped the bottle, then used a finger to spread the lube around the toy more thoroughly. Then he laid the toy between her legs, using the tip to spread the lube around her hole. “I’ll go slow.”
He wouldn’t hurt her. She could stop this at any time. She just needed to relax.
She swallowed dryly and nodded. He pushed.
He was gentle, and while the sensation wasn’t a familiar one, it wasn’t unpleasant as the first nodule of the toy pressed into her. It wasn’t big, maybe the circumference of his pinky finger. It slid in easily, then out with an intriguing tug, and back in. Her brain was so wracked with the sensations of it, it took her severalmoments to realize he was fucking her with it. And more than that, she liked it.
“Good?” he asked.
She nodded, her mouth open instead for a noiseless gasp. Taking that for encouragement, he pressed forward a little more, and the pressure inside her increased. As the next nodule, the second tier of the toy, slipped into her, another low buzz filled the room, then the bulb end of the Hitachi they’d used last time pressed against her clit.
The oversensitivity from her last orgasm had died away, and the vibrations now, so different from the Lulu’s lapping beads, turned all her muscles to liquid. She was flooded with pleasure and relaxation, and the ridges of the plug fucking her ass was a new intensity that pulled her down until she was a puddle on the mattress, seeping into it like spilled milk.
“Fuck, Cami.” She barely heard his curse, too wrapped up in the sensations rolling through her body, and when she processed it, she didn’t understand what she’d done to provoke it. Then he elaborated: “Do you want to take off your bra, or just…keep doing that?”
She was playing with her nipples through the cups of her bra, fingertips tweaking and pulling and pinching, and she hadn’t even noticed. How long had he been watching her do it? But she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when he was trying to work the third tier of the plug into her.
She felt so full, but not in the way she’d come to find familiar. Still, she wanted more than that. Her pussy ached for penetration, some primal instinct knowing it would complement the sensations she was riding right now.
“Please, Des,” she moaned.
