“I love you, Olive,” I groaned against her lips.
“Then let’s not fuck this up a second time,” she moaned.
35
Olivia
His lips felt like fire against my icy skin. He pulled me away from the door, walking me through my small apartment and straight into my room until my back hit the bed. His lips fell down my neck. We tugged at each other’s clothes until there was nothing separating us, nothing but the air wafting and racing through the cracks of our bodies. I ran my hands along his back, feeling the chiseled muscles of his form. The rings of his abs pressed into the softness of my stomach, which would soon grow round and hard with the life he had put within me. I slid my toes up and down the backs of his legs, feeling the way his calves flexed and his thighs throbbed at my touch.
He kissed down my chest, lapping at my nipples and sucking on my tits until my peaks were engorged beyond belief.
“Shit, Brett. Oh, fuck.” I groaned.
“Do you have any toys?” he asked.
He kissed my stomach, tracing his tongue along the outside of my belly button. I nodded silently, unable to speak as his hands slid up and down the insides of my thighs, massaging me, teasing me, readying me for his assault.
“Would you like to tell me where they are?” he asked coyly.
“Bed. Under. Under bed,” I whispered.
I heard him drop down as my body lay there underneath the fan of my bedroom. I heard him withdraw the box I kept underneath there and felt him set it by my head. I watched him open it, then looked up into his eyes as they grew positively dark. I flushed as his gaze roamed over the toys: the butt plugs, the restraints, the clit teasers, and the vibrators.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” he said, grinning.
I had no idea what he was about to do with me, but I knew it was going to be incredible.
“Slide to the head of your bed. Now,” he commanded.
I scrambled as quickly as I could, then lay on my back and waited for my next order.
“On your stomach,” he said, chuckling.
I looked at him carefully before I slowly turned over. I lay there, my cheek pressed against my pillow, as he made his way for me. He grabbed my wrist and locked me into a leather restraint. I watched him tie it off to my headboard before doing the same to my other wrist. The metal clinked. The restraints slid together with a sound I couldn’t explain. His lips came down onto my neck, and I sighed as his tongue traced my shoulder. I bucked my ass into his leaking cock. He kissed down my spine, his fingertips dancing along my sides.
I giggled and groaned, experiencing pleasure and torture at the same time.
He rummaged around in the box again before I heard something vibrating. The jelly-like instrument fell onto my ass cheek, and I grinned. I knew exactly what he had. He teased my asshole with it, and I felt my pussy jump. I’d never had a man there. I’d never had anything there. I had butt plugs I bought on a whim, but I’d never used them before.
“Hmm, that looks a little tight to me,” Brett said.
Sounds overwhelmed me, vibrating and clicking and squirting. I felt something cold rimming my puckered asshole. I felt electricity tickle the tips of my nipples as I mindlessly bucked back into the object. I felt it pierce me for the first time, spreading my asshole as Brett slowly inched it in. My face fell into the pillow, and I moaned out, bracing and relaxing at the same time.
“You should see how your ass swallows this down,” Brett murmured.
Then, he touched my vibrator to my clit.
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed.
I felt him press against the butt plug, keeping it seated in my body as my hips bucked. I rode the tip of that vibrator, craving its assault as my legs trembled. I slid up onto my knees, opening myself up for him effortlessly. I felt him staring down at me, reveling in his work as I lost control of my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt my orgasm crashing over me quicker than I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Not just yet,” Brett said.
“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered.
He pulled the toy away and turned off the vibrations. He slowly slid it into my dripping pussy, preparing me for him. He pumped it slowly, deftly. He swirled it around, raking against that spot that made me shiver. The butt plug slowly slid out of my ass. Brett inched it back in, timing its thrusts with the thrusts he made with the vibrator. I felt full. Too full. Fuller than I’d ever felt. I opened my mouth, my body wanting desperately to taste his cock against my tongue.