Текст книги "What Piper Needs"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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The package arrived on Piper’s doorstep at three o’clock the next afternoon. She brought it inside. It was bigger than she’d anticipated. Thank goodness it didn’t have the company name—Your Every Fantasy—stamped all over the box. Instead, it was discreetly wrapped in brown paper, and the return address said: Everyday Gifts.
Michael was at the gym, so she walked it into the kitchen. She set it on the counter and got out the scissors. She slit the tape off the top and opened it up. A bunch of packing peanuts were inside, but once she moved them out of the way, she saw the actual box. It was almost as big as the shipping box.
She had to cover her mouth so she didn’t start howling.
The front of the box showed a woman’s ass in the air, along with an upper body of a female behind her wearing the strap-on. Inset in the corner was a picture of a woman tilting her head back in ecstasy biting her finger.
“Oh, my,” Piper giggled. “This is going to be good.”
She set all the packaging on the floor. Then she undid the flap and slid the contraption out onto the counter. There were a bunch of straps going every which way. And the double dildo was huge! It was shaped like a purple penis in two directions and had a cord dangling from the center. This particular model came with a vibrate option.
She started to laugh and couldn’t stop.
She was both titillated and trepidatious, but in the best way possible. Michael was either going to love it or hate it, but either way, it was going to be an epic adventure.
Piper hadn’t known whether it would arrive in time for their date night tonight, so she hadn’t made any concrete plans. But now that it was here, she had to get her act together. She grabbed her cell phone off the counter and tapped the Internet icon.
Ever since she’d gone to HotelRED to see Caroline, its info had been saved in her files.
She pressed “call directly” from the number on its Web site and waited for an answer. She hoped it wasn’t full. There was nothing major going on in the city this weekend, so there was a good chance rooms would be available.
“Hello, this is HotelRED,” a clerk answered.
Piper booked a suite for the night, no issues.
She hung up and stuck the double strap-on back in the box. On her way out to the car she’d throw all the extra packaging away so Michael didn’t see it when he came home. She had some errands to run before she went to the hotel, so she jotted a quick note and left it on the counter for Michael:
Meet me at HotelRed, room 527 at 6:30 pm.
Come hungry in every sense.
XOXO, Piper
She ran upstairs to change her clothes and pack an overnight bag.
Twenty minutes later, she was out the door.
The drugstore was first on her list. She picked up some supplies, including some lube and candles. They’d never needed extra help in the lubrication department, so this would be a first. On the way to her next stop, Piper grinned, imagining her husband’s response when he walked in and saw what she had planned for the night.
Once she got to her destination, she pulled into the lot and parked by the door. She’d originally called this place to see if they had the strap-on she’d researched, but they hadn’t carried it.
But the store did have a few other things she needed.
The woman behind the counter gave her one small nod and then went back to business. Piper had been here only a few times over the years, and mostly to pick up porn before it became so widely available for free on the Internet. She made a beeline for the garments. She needed something with a hole in the crotch that was structured like a corset. Bingo. She picked a black and silver ensemble with scarlet pinstripes. It was just the look she was going for.
She took it to the counter.
The women gave her a polite smile and asked, “Is this it?”
“Yes, thanks,” Piper said as she pulled out her credit card.
The woman rang her up, folding her purchase and putting it in a generic black plastic bag. “You know,” the woman said, “the dressing-up part is always nice, but there are some great accessories that go with this, if you’re interested.”
“You don’t say?” Piper said. “Which ones?” She made a point to glance around the store.
“Well, this is a very sexy Dom kind of getup, so there are handcuffs, soft whips, but my favorite is the blindfold and the tickler together.” She gestured toward the back of the store.
Piper needed about half a second to make up her mind. “No whips, but I’ll take the rest. Why not?”
The lady nodded at her appreciatively. “Spoken like a true woman in charge.”
Piper almost snorted as the clerk, who looked like a lunch lady in her late fifties, went to get her gear.
Once she’d paid, she headed to the hotel.
Piper needed time to set up and run a few errands. But she also wanted to do a little research on how to use the strap-on. Bending Michael over the bed doggie style wasn’t going to work. She wanted maximum pleasure out of this thing. She had some ideas, but watching a little porn would go a long way.
After that, she needed to figure out dinner. She wasn’t going to do room service.
She had something special in mind.
* * *
Michael was rock hard as he drove to the hotel. Getting the note from Piper was like a birthday gift. He had no idea what she was up to, but a sexy night in a hotel room sounded great to him.
He parked in the lot and took an elevator up to the fifth floor.
It was six twenty.
He was early, but so be it. He had been going nuts waiting at home. He found room 527 and rapped his knuckles against the door, only to find it slightly ajar.
He took that as an invitation and walked in.
A short hallway led to the actual room. It was dark, the shades drawn, but he could see a flicker of candlelight. His cock jumped, rocking against his zipper. “Hello, sweetheart. I’m here,” he called.
“Come on in, Mikey,” Piper purred. “I have some fun waiting for you.”
Michael entered the living space of the suite, pulling his shirt from his pants as he walked. Piper had candles lit all over, and the flickering light made animated shadows on the walls.
A magnum of champagne on ice and two glasses sat on a bar to his right.
Piper stood in the middle of it all.
Her hands were on her hips, almost daring him to not explode right there. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he’d ever seen on her.
It was some kind of corset that hugged each and every curve, cinched so tight at the top her tits looked like they were going to spill over.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, coming to a stop. “You look fucking hot.” He began to unbutton his shirt.
“Hold it right there.” Piper held up her hand. “Don’t take one more step. You have to be completely naked before you can touch me.”
“Is that an order?” He stopped, sliding his shirt off.
“You betcha, big boy. This is my night. And after you’re naked, I want you on that”—she gestured toward the couch—“then I will feed you from this bowl”—she reached over and plucked a bowl off the counter—“and this glass.” She moved to the bucket and lifted the bottle out of the ice and poured some bubbly into a glass.
He watched the champagne foam up as he unzipped his pants.
“I’m in,” he told her. “But can I get a kiss first?”
“Sure,” she said, moving toward him seductively, a glass in hand. “When you’re naked.” She didn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped.
Once he was done, she walked over and pressed herself against him, angling her head up. As he leaned down, she brought the glass up in between them and took a long swallow, then licked her lips slowly.
“Christ. Can you feel that?” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against his hardness.
“Yes,” she whispered. “And it feels mighty nice.”
He finally slanted his lips over hers, his tongue plunging quickly, tasting the champagne. He wanted to consume her right then and there.
When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. Piper handed him the glass of champagne. Then she turned and strode back to the bar to grab the bowl and pour another glass of bubbly.
Her ass was fully exposed. It was off the charts.
Straps of some kind went around her cheeks, making them sit plump and high. “Fucking A, Piper. Your ass in that thing is unreal.” He stroked his dick as he sat on the couch, but he had to be careful. A few pulls, and it would all be over.
She sat next to him with her own glass, setting the bowl between them. “This couch is hard as a box of rocks,” she said, “but it’ll work for all my nefarious purposes.” She plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry out of the bowl and held it up.
“I couldn’t give a shit how it feels. I’m much more interested in the view.” He opened his mouth and took a bite of the proffered fruit. It tasted like heaven. Piper knew they were one of his all-time favorites. These were gourmet, too. Big, covered in rich milk chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate. “That outfit is amazing,” he said after he swallowed. “It makes me want to lick every part of your body, starting with the creamy white part that’s spilling out right in front of me.”
Piper bent over to oblige him, and he ran his tongue along the top of one breast. She pulled away much too quickly for his liking. “That’s all you’re going to get until we get in the bedroom.” She fed him the rest of the strawberry.
When he was done, he took a sip of his champagne. “I’m totally ready to head into the bedroom now if you want.” He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock. He’d said it only half-jokingly, because it felt nice to be sitting here naked on the couch with his wife.
“Oh, no. You’re not getting what you want that easily,” she answered with a sly grin. “I need you a little drunker for what’s about to go down in there, so go ahead and imbibe.” She nodded at his glass. “And you’re going to have to remember—this is my night, my fantasy. We agreed to try anything once.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” Michael answered, taking a drink. “I’m up for anything and everything you can possibly dish out. Nothing scares me, least of all sex with you.” He let his eyes close for a moment as he remembered what Beth had said to him outside the library and wondered if Piper would ever be turned on by another woman. He opened his eyes as he took another drink of champagne. “Seriously, whatever you have up your nonexistent sleeve is fine by me.”
Piper put her red lips around a strawberry and bit down. “I’ll remind you of that when we’re ass deep.” Before he could respond, she slid off the couch and went over to grab the champagne bottle, sauntering back to the couch.
Damn, that outfit was off the CHARTS.
She refilled his glass. “Drink up, big guy. I want you saucy and smooth.”
He took a long swallow and laid his head back, still gripping his dick. No more stroking, or he’d come. The room was dark, warm, lit only by candles. “Did you say smooth? I haven’t shaved recently.” He was referring to the area around his cock. “I didn’t get the memo.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Piper giggled. “I like you manly.” She took another strawberry off the plate. “I meant smooth in the bedroom.”
“Are you insinuating that I’m not always smooth—”
Piper dipped one side of her corset down and offered him a taste of a strawberry, and then her nipple.
Michael groaned as he took a bite and then sucked, eliciting a moan from Piper.
Her hand dove into his hair. He blindly set his drink down on the table next to him and grabbed on to her hips, lifting her into his lap while he was still latched on to her hard peak.
She tasted so good, like honey and cream.
He angled his head to get better access, not letting go for a second. He didn’t want her to tell him no as his hands snaked down to her ass. He grasped it firmly, kneading her into him and groaned again.
She bent down and whispered into his ear, “My outfit is crotchless.” She edged herself back, staying on his lap, but breaking his contact with her nipple. Before he could complain, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly peeled the material down to unveil the other breast.
Michael’s erection throbbed under her thigh.
It took everything he had to keep still.
He knew she was planning something in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to preempt it. The thing Brad had said about nothing being sweeter than waiting to come filled his brain, and he held on to that like a lifeline.
It was going to be his new fucking motto.
Piper began to grind against him as he took her other peak into his mouth. “I want you so bad,” he said, trying not to sound too needy. “You’re so sexy.”
After a few more wonderful moments, she drew back. “This wasn’t part of my plan. You know how to make a girl forget herself, Michael Collins,” she scolded. “But, goddamn it, I want to fuck you so bad, too.”
She sighed as she lifted herself off of him and stood.
Then she picked up her glass and filled it, downing the entire thing in one go. “Finish yours”—she nodded to his glass on the table—“then you get to go into the room where orgasms are made.”
He picked up his glass and drained it immediately. “Do I get any hints?”
“Absolutely not.” She refilled his glass, upending the bottle and emptying it. Her breasts were still exposed, and they bobbed deliciously as she moved.
“Have I told you lately that you have great tits?”
She smiled. “You haven’t in a while, but I know you love them. They’re small, but perky.”
“They’re not small at all. They’re more than a handful, and in that outfit they look ten times bigger.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “So you’re saying I should wear this kind of thing more often? Maybe while I’m making dinner?”
He stood and walked toward her, grinning. “That’s not such a bad idea. I could totally get into eating out more at home. You don’t cook nearly enough.”
“I don’t cook at all. But I’ll have to make a note to buy more of these outfits since you’re so fond of them.”
When he reached her, he used his tongue to trace the tops of both breasts. “I like naked just fine, but this is something sweet.”
She took the empty glass out of his hand and returned it to the bar. Then she bent over, opened the minifridge, and took out a jar of something. “Come with me, big boy. It’s time for the fun to begin.”
He followed, no questions asked.
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Piper set the honey she’d just grabbed out of the fridge on the bedside table. She’d left the strap-on in the adjoining bathroom. She wanted Michael buzzed and completely ready for anything before she let him see it.
“What’ve you got there?” he asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, kissing her neck.
She turned in his arms, stringing her hands along his shoulders and pressing her bare breasts into his chest. “I have some more sweetness for you.” She laughed.
He glanced over her shoulder. “Honey and chocolate-covered strawberries? Two of my favorite things.” His tongue found its way back to her collarbone. “I’m a lucky man.”
“I know how you tick, baby. All I need now is some crème brûlée, and we’re all set.”
“We can always order that when we’re done.”
He kissed her.
It took her breath away for a moment, but she didn’t want to lose track like she had in the living room. Michael was just too sexy. All she wanted was his mouth all over her. “My thoughts exactly.” She stepped back, turning him around and backing him onto the bed.
He lay down on the sheets, and once he was organized, she climbed on top, straddling him.
“So who gets to taste the sweetness first?” Michael asked, his hands stroking their way up her corset.
Piper leaned over and grabbed the honey off the bedside stand.
Honey was sticky, so its use would be minimal, but she had no fear that every last drop would be licked away by her hungry husband. Michael had honey on his toast nearly every morning. He liked it on ice cream and cereal.
This man adored his honey.
“You’ve already had some tastes. Now it’s my turn,” Piper said. “But before we start, how do you feel about being…tied up?” While she waited for him to respond, she placed a dot of honey on his pec, right above his nipple. Then she bent over and lapped at it, smearing it around before closing her lips around his peak and sucking.
Michael’s hands plowed through her hair. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “That’s good. Tied up, huh? Anything sounds good to me right now. Do your worst.”
Piper sat up, grinning. She put the honey down. Then she opened the drawer next to the bed and took out two pairs of handcuffs. The saleswoman had tried to get her to buy padded pink ones, but she’d told her hell no. If she was going to use them, she wanted them to at least mimic the real thing.
She dangled them in front of Michael’s face and grinned. “Unfortunately, this bed is too modern. The headboard is inconveniently bolted to the wall, so I had to improvise. I tied some strips of material to the legs of the bed and brought them up here. I’m going to attach the cuffs to those. I think that’ll hold if you don’t squirm too much. Give me one of your hands.”
Michael raised a wrist. Piper had to close her eyes for a moment as tingles of anticipation raced through her, all her nerve endings sparking at once.
This was going to be so good. She could feel it.
She slid one cuff around his wrist and clipped it shut. It wasn’t as heavy as she imagined a real one would be, but it still had weight. She leaned over and attached it to the material. After dismissing the idea of cutting up a pillowcase after she arrived, she’d run back out to the fabric store, but the trip had clearly been worth it.
As she arched over Michael’s head to secure his other hand, he latched on to a nipple.
Instead of pulling back, she dipped lower and rubbed her breast into him as she secured the cuff to his wrist and then the loop. She lifted her chest slowly and eased it back down, Michael’s lips never breaking their seal. She loved a good titty suck.
With regret, she pulled back.
He unlatched with a pop, groaning.
“There you go,” she said. “How do they feel?”
Michael tested the restraints. They didn’t give very much. “They’re secure. I can’t move my arms.” His voice turned gruff as he said, “Even without honey, you taste so sweet. I’m fairly certain that’s why I developed a love for the product in the first place.” As he said it, he lifted his hips and rocked his erection against her ass. “More, please.”
“I’m ready to give you more,” Piper told him, smiling down at her handsome husband. “My plan is to sit on your mouth.” She grinned wickedly. “But first”—she plucked the honey off the bed stand—“I’m going to rub my clit with this, and you’re going to watch.”
Michael tossed his head from side to side and yelled so loudly Piper knew that if there were people in the room next door, they totally heard him. He sounded like a wounded animal, and it made her shiver.
Piper scooted back a little, so he could have a full view.
His head was propped up by a pillow. His eyes were lidded, but he watched her like a hawk.
Very laboriously, she beaded a line of honey along the top of her index finger. She popped the lid and tossed the honey on the coverlet. “You want this, right?” she teased, waving her finger at him. “You want me to put it here?” She brought her hand down and gestured below her beltline, hovering her finger inches away.
“Yes.” Michael visibly hummed with need. “I want you to fucking put it there.”
Piper placed her finger on her clit and rubbed. “Ahh,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
“Bring that pussy over here,” Michael demanded. “I need to taste it right now.”
She lifted herself off of his stomach, taking the pillow from behind his head and throwing it to the side, as she edged up to his face. Before she fully lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, she teased, “You only get a few licks, naughty boy.”
“I’ll take anything I can get.”
Ever so slowly, she eased herself onto his tongue.
The moment he lapped at her the first time, she had to grab on to the headboard and grip the edge for all it was worth. As his talented tongue delved into her clit, licking the honey, Piper found a rhythm. Still hanging on to the three inches of headboard, she began to rock her hips forward and back, dipping in closer on the upswing, riding his mouth like a champ.
“Mm, I bet you wish I was as limber as Emma right now,” she panted. Emma was crazy flexible and a joy to watch. “Then I could do a back bend on your mouth.”
“No,” Michael growled. “This is perfect. Give me more.”
She rocked up again, and on the way down, his tongue dipped into her core, penetrating her. She ground against his lips. “Fuuuck,” she cried as she arched back, grabbing her own breasts, teasing the nipples, lifting herself up and down so she could feel his tongue slid in and out of her.
Her grand plan about stringing out their playtime as long as possible wasn’t going to work at this pace. She wanted to get to the fucking part right now. The entire setup, from the champagne to the honey, had made her too stimulated. And now Michael’s tongue was making her ready to burst.
“Okay.” She forced herself to stop and whimpered at the loss of contact. “I’m clearly not a very good Dom. I have little patience for the art of a good fuck. We’ve been at it for two minutes and I can’t even remember my own name.”
Michael interrupted her as he lifted his head and went back to work on her clit.
“Good lords,” she cried as she brought her hips back down and pressed herself against his willing mouth. “How can you have such a talented tongue?” She tossed her head back and rocked some more, losing herself in a rhythm once again.
Once she got precariously close to coming, she stopped.
She had to. The other piece to this was the pinnacle. She couldn’t forget what she’d brought him here for.
She braced herself and stood up. “You’re such a naughty boy, Mikey. You’re making me forget why we’re here.”
Her feet were on either side of his head. He grinned up at her like a cat with cream—or a bear with honey. “What else have you got for me? My dick is aching to fuck you.”
Piper carefully stepped off the bed, turning a sly look on her husband. “You’re just going to have to see for yourself.” She sauntered into the bathroom, knowing his gaze was locked on her bare ass. She opened the bathroom door and reached in to get the contraption. She couldn’t help but giggle. She had to use two hands to hold on to all the parts. She had no idea how she was going to get it on, but she knew it was going to be sexy once she did.
She turned and walked back into the bedroom, holding it out in front of her for her husband to see.
“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.
“If you think it’s a double strap-on with a vibrator attachment, then yes,” she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. “I just have to figure out how we’re going to use it.”
“Damn, now I wish I could use my hands.” He pulled at his restraints. “I want to slide it into your pussy myself.”
She wagged a finger at him. “There will be none of that. Just like the honey, you’re going to watch me do it all. Then I’m going to suck you off and fuck you with it.” She shook the harness. “I watched some pretty hot videos today, and there’s an art to this. I just hope I’m patient enough, because I wasn’t a few minutes ago.”
Michael struggled a little more. “It’s weird to be tied up. I like it and I don’t. But if you don’t bring those breasts back over here for me to lick, I might go out of my mind.”
Piper chuckled as she set the contraption down and climbed back on top of him, straddling his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, entwining her tongue with his. Then she whispered next to his ear, “You don’t get to give the orders. Remember that. You just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
“You are going to get payback for this,” he growled.
“I should certainly hope so.”
* * *
Watching his wife in control was incredibly hot. Adding the honey, especially when she put it on her clit, had taken his already skyrocketing libido and turned it to churning, hot lava. He didn’t even care what she was planning to do with that strap-on. He was going to come hard, and his cock jumped in anticipation.
His eyes were riveted to Piper as she repositioned herself on top of him.
He struggled with the handcuffs, but only because it was instinctual to pull back on them. He stilled as he watched her take out the honey again, this time putting a bead on each of her nipples.
“Now don’t think this is because you just asked,” she warned. “This is what I want.”
“I don’t give a fuck who wants it, just put one in my mouth.”
She hovered her chest over his lips. He nipped at her, and she bounced the luscious peaks just out of his reach. Then she did it again. “I can’t lie.” She chuckled. “I’m kind of loving this torture. Seeing you all hot and frustrated has done wonders for me in the best of ways.”
“Bring it here,” he murmured, his voice low. She finally complied, and his lips locked around one nipple. Her taste, coupled with the honey, had him bucking hard against her ass. Piper took pity on him and lowered it farther so he could take as much as he could into his mouth. After a few moments, she switched breasts, and the fresh taste of honey hit his tongue. He cried out, frantically lapping for more, wanting to suck it clean. Piper sat up much too soon.
“No,” he groaned. “Please, I need more.”
“Not a chance, buddy. I’m the one who needs more. I’m crawling out of my skin here.” She shimmied down his waist, angling herself up over his erection. All he wanted to do was impale her. He bucked upward, yanking on his restraints. But she was out of his reach.
She grasped the strap-on. “I better get the lube first.” She reached over his chest, rubbing her tits deliciously against his abs, but staying clear of his mouth. She opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, clear bottle. “Picked this up today.” She wiggled it in front of him and smiled. “I figured you’re going to need it if I’m going to get this thing in your ass.”
He groaned as he watched her reposition herself between his legs, shifting his thighs apart with her knees.
“But first I’ll insert this here,” she said, teasing one end of the dildo against her clit, “and go from there.” She gave him a searing gaze as she eased it into her opening. “Ahh, it’s so nice and big,” she purred, pumping her hips. “It feels so good, and I don’t need any lube because I’m so wet.”
He gaped.
It was fucking incredible.
As it slid home, she began to fuck herself with it, drawing it in and out slowly, her head dropping back, her tits heaving.
His cock was pulsing hard.
“You’re going to make me come just from watching that,” he told her, gritting his teeth and fighting the restraints. “My dick can’t take it.”
Piper drew her head up slowly. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. Those are my mini-Dom rules, so deal with it.”
He chuckled, licking his lips. “Yeah, when pigs fly. My cock is so hard, the moment you touch me, my come is going to jet out all over this bed and I can’t wait.” To demonstrate, he arched up, aiming for her leg, but only hitting air. “Do you see how hard I am? Watching you fuck yourself with that thing is going to take me right over the edge. This entire experience—the outfit, the taste of honey in my mouth, that strap-on—it’s all a beautiful thing, but you’re treading on thin ice. One more sexy move, and it’s all over.”
Piper shook her head. “That’s not going to happen. You’re going to hold off until I say you can come. Agree to my rules right now, or I stop and pack up this dog and pony show and we go home.” She settled a hand on one hip, daring him to disagree, as she used the other to further torment him by easing the rubber cock slowly in and out of her pussy.
His wife was incredibly turned on.
He could see it in her eyes, her posture, her everything. She wanted him to submit, and Brad’s words circled in his brain once again. He wasn’t going to argue, and he certainly didn’t want her to stop. “Okay. I agree,” he told her. “But if I come by accident, I promise to pay my penance.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “In whatever manner you wish.”
Piper leaned over him, pumping the dildo, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Your penance will be no sex for a very long time. You don’t want to pay my price, I guarantee it.” Her tongue darted out, hitting his abs. He jumped at the contact. Then she licked him from his bellybutton to his pubic bone. Before she reached the tip of his aching cock, she sat up, still playing with the toy inside of her, reaching for the straps to attach to her waist with her other hand. “I practiced this already, but not with it actually in me.” It didn’t take her long to get it clipped on. The belt straps were thin and ran around and under her hips. As she positioned it, she moved her hips in a circle and reached for a dangling cord. “Now I’m going to turn it on.”
He heard a low buzz, and his wife moaned. “This is so fucking good. Vibrate anything is my new favorite thing.”
“Ahhh! You’re killing me here.” Michael tried to jerk his hands out of the cuffs. He needed to touch her. They didn’t budge, so instead he brought his knees up to cradle her backside, trying to edge her closer. “I’m going to need some of that very soon.”
“I know, but first you’re going to get some of this,” she told him. She reached over, plucked up the honey from the covers, and licked her lips.
“Are you going to pour that on—”
The cool liquid hit his cock, and he didn’t even try to stifle his primal cry. When his wife’s mouth followed a second later, her tongue teasing him like a treat, it was all he could do to tamp down the building orgasm that was right there. “Piper!” He was breathing heavily. “You have to slow down!” He bucked his hips and closed his eyes. “It feels too good.”
“It’s about to feel even better.”
His eyes snapped open, and he watched his beautiful wife position herself in front of him, taking the lube out and rubbing some onto the other side of the dildo. “My plan was to suck you until just before you came before I did this, but you’re already too close.” She chuckled. “I guess champagne and plying you with strawberries worked. So, since I can’t do that, I’m going to stick this inside you while I jerk you off. At least, that’s what the videos I watched said to do. I just hope I get a few strokes inside you before you explode.”
