Rafe has a few kinks. Nothing big, but he’s surprised me once or twice with his requests. For instance, he likes me tugging on his cock piercings sometimes. The pain makes his pleasure more intense. And he likes coming all over me.
I slip my thumb into my mouth and suck lightly.
My skin is salty. For some reason, my body responds to this action by arching off the bed a little bit more, my pussy clenching on nothing. I moan, unable to help myself and wonder if my body has been fooled into thinking I’m sucking Rafe’s cock off.
Though, size difference, brain. Come on. Seriously now.
Rafe is watching me, his mouth slightly agape. The gold of his eyes has turned almost black, his pupils dilated. He shifts on the bed, on his knees, the bulge between his legs spectacular.
See, brain? Size matters.
He bares his teeth like he’s in pain, and boy if I had that hard-on trapped so snuggly in my pants I’d be in pain, too.
But instead of taking
care of it—and I’d pay good money to watch right now—he snaps my panties down and goes to town between my legs.
I try to keep quiet, I really do. I suck on my thumb, trying to stifle my moans as he sucks on my clit, then swipes his tongue lower, thrusting it into my pussy, fucking me with it.
It’s a lost battle. My thumb falls away, and I cry out as I start coming against his mouth, my whole body tightening and then releasing, until the pleasure rushes through me like a tidal wave, wiping my mind clean. Leaving me shaky and breathless and boneless on the bed.
He gives my pussy one last lick and I shudder, moaning. “You taste so good.” He sits back, wipes his hand over his mouth and gazes at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Like my favorite candy.”
“And what’s that?” I whisper, unable to think. God, I should know that, right?
“It’s called Sexy Girl,” he says, and I laugh. “And you’re the only one I want.”
Aww shucks. He says things like that and melts my heart. He’s so considerate, and sweet, and gorgeous, and… aroused. Very aroused.
I’m staring at his hard-on and it looks like it’s about to burst through his pants.
He glances down, following my gaze, and gives a sheepish half-shrug. “What can I say? We’re both damn excited to see you.”
“Come here.” I sit up, letting my nightie cover my body again, and reach for his zipper.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” Though he has a right to look so confused. I haven’t touched him in the past two months. Not even last week when he touched me. I had felt… weird. A weird aversion to the body of the man I love.
When I pull out his hard-on, he hisses between his teeth. I stare down at it. Haven’t seen it in a while, and it sure is big, bigger than my memory pictured it. With the piercings across the crown it’s even more impressive.
No way am I letting that monster cock inside me in the foreseeable future. Not after pushing out a ten-pound baby. It’s… scary. I’m afraid to put anything in there again.
… maybe.
Okay, I’m less sure of that resolution because I’m so excited, and the idea is growing less and less frightening the more we pleasure each other. The more I see him bared in front of me, hard and aroused and needing me.
I do remember how good he felt inside me. How that stretch of his girth and the length of his cock, how those barbells felt stroking me deep inside.
Soon. I think. Soon I’ll be ready to take him back inside me.
But not tonight.
Tonight I curl my hand around his cock and feel him shudder.
“Fuck, Meg…” He leans back, planting his hands on the bed, his hips rocking, pushing his hard-on into my hand. “Damn…”
I let my fingers toy with the piercings, tugging a little, and a low groan crawls up his throat, rumbling in his chest. His cock twitches and precum beads from the small slit on the head. When I tug again, another pearly drop appears, running down the side of his cock.