"Yes."
I cross the kitchen.
I do not go fast. I want her to look. She looks. She looks at all of me. The harness across my hips. The dildo dark and curved out from my pelvis. The flat of my stomach. The scar across the lower right of it she put her hand on last night. My breasts. My throat. My face.
I stop in front of her.
"On your knees," I say.
She drops down obediently, her eyes on mine, her pupils blown with desire. She kneels on the kitchen floor in front of me. Her blonde hair is down around her shoulders. She is looking up at me and she is looking at the dildo at my hips and she is wetting her lower lip without meaning to.
"Hands on my thighs," I say.
She puts her hands on my thighs. They are warm. She slides them up an inch.
"Look at me." My voice is firm.
She looks up.
"Open your mouth."
She opens her mouth obediently.
I put my hand in her hair.
I do not pull. I cup the back of her head. I guide the silicone forward to her mouth. She tilts her head back. She watches my eyes. She takes the head of it on her tongue.
"Yes," I say. "Like that."
She slides her mouth down the dildo.
She is careful. She is curious. She has not done this before. I can tell from the way she is feeling for what to do, soft, soft, eyes on me. I let her find it. I do not rush her. She slides down a little. She comes back up. She slides down a little more. She gets her tongue underneath.
I’m so very very turned on watching her. I can feel my own wetness urgent and insistent around the leather of the harness.
I tighten my hand in her hair and pull her onto me.
"Look at me while you do that."
She looks up. Her eyes are wet at the corner as the dildo hits the back of her throat.
"Good girl.”
I begin to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth as she settles into what she is doing. I hear her moan with her mouth stretched around the silicone.
The sound goes through me like a wire.
I am not going to come just from this. The leather of the harness gives delicious friction against my clit but that is a thing that builds slow, and what is going to make me come is not her mouth on the silicone but the sight of her on her knees on mykitchen floor with her mouth open for me. Taking all of me in her mouth because I told her to.
I am so turned on. I feel my wetness sticky on the inside of my thighs.
"More," I say.
She slides further down again, gagging slightly but not backing off. The sound of her gagging makes everything tighten between my legs. Maybe I can come from just this.
"Slowly.”
She slows.
