“It’s not all spanking and leather and whips and chains. I just… I like when you tell me what to do. So I’m asking for that. Please?”
It’s the please that undoes him, her desire melting away his reservations. Because yes, he wants to pleasure her, but he always feels so dirty, shameful for taking her innocent pleasures and bending them to his will, a way of having her allow him inside her body. He wants to fit pieces of himself and these toys into her, filling her to the brim.
But looking at her face, her lips half-parted with lust and her eyes glazed, he knows her pleasures are far from innocent.
So he leans in, kissing her lips and pushing her back onto the bed. “Fine. But I want you to promise that if you want to stop, or anything is too much, you’ll tell me.”
“Fawkes, I love you. Normally you have a harder time shutting me up than getting me to talk,” she chuckles, returning the kiss and crossing her wrists over her head with a sigh.
The first item that gets his attention is that odd little bead. Pink and egg-shaped, it looks positively tiny in his massive hand, but when he flicks the switch attached to its long cord, the egg starts vibrating. With a pleased grunt, he drops the switch, just holding the egg in his left hand. Her thighs are already coated with clear honey, slick lubrication leaking down as she tilts her hips upward. Slipping a finger into her cunt elicits a soft moan, then a louder one as he curls it upward. He gives a long, slow lick to her clit, flicking upward and over her wealth of dark curls before setting the buzzing egg directly against her clitoris.
The results are immediate, her body clenching about him even as she tries squirming upward, as wriggly and evasive as when he tries to give her oral. So he pulls his fingers out of her, spreading his hands over her belly and pinning her in place. She struggles against his palm, hips bucking wildly as he presses the buzzer deeper against her folds, tilting it so the wider portion of the egg disperses its vibrations.
“Oh fuck—!” she screams, and he resists the urge to laugh at the power of this new toy, his initial hesitancy vanishing in the strength of her orgasm as she writhes beneath him. He presses it firmly back to her clit, rolling the egg so that forms wide, teasing strokes as she cries again, screaming and digging her hands into the coverlet, hands balling into tiny fists as she squeezes down. But when he tries to return the little egg directly to her clit, she groans, “No. It’s too sore right now. It’s gonna chafe.”
So he sets the toy aside, flicking its buzzer off and planting a light kiss on the soft pad of her vulva. Still panting, she raises her hips.
“Didn’t say I was done,” she says muzzily, smiling like a fallen angel.
“And I thought you were trusting me to please you,” he mock-growls, pressing his mouth to her belly because he knows she likes his breath across her skin. She shivers delightedly as he reaches for the mysterious metal object, just starting to realize its potential. He presses the cool bulb into her wet folds, slipping it upward and into her pussy.
Groaning, she tilts her hips upward, making access easier. “Feels heavy.” The soft gasp does not sound like a complaint though, as she is still gyrating slowly, biting her lip with frustration as it fails to completely hit the desired level of stimulation. “Fawkes, this one’s not so much fun. Maybe try—“
Her protest earns a long, sloppy lick to her clit, making her scream echo through the house. “Trust me.” His mouth and tongue relentlessly bear down on the sensitive nub, even as she cries that it’s too much, too intense, but her lips are lying even as she arches against him, her orgasm crashing all about her and ringing in her ears. She is so distracted by the feel of his mouth on her that she almost does not notice when he pulls out the metal bulb. But she does notice when that same bulb gently presses against her the puckered ring of her ass. All it does is press; like a finger to a button, the cool metal now warm and slick with her fluids.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1h/1)
It’s the please that undoes him, her desire melting away his reservations. Because yes, he wants to pleasure her, but he always feels so dirty, shameful for taking her innocent pleasures and bending them to his will, a way of having her allow him inside her body. He wants to fit pieces of himself and these toys into her, filling her to the brim.
But looking at her face, her lips half-parted with lust and her eyes glazed, he knows her pleasures are far from innocent.
So he leans in, kissing her lips and pushing her back onto the bed. “Fine. But I want you to promise that if you want to stop, or anything is too much, you’ll tell me.”
“Fawkes, I love you. Normally you have a harder time shutting me up than getting me to talk,” she chuckles, returning the kiss and crossing her wrists over her head with a sigh.
The first item that gets his attention is that odd little bead. Pink and egg-shaped, it looks positively tiny in his massive hand, but when he flicks the switch attached to its long cord, the egg starts vibrating. With a pleased grunt, he drops the switch, just holding the egg in his left hand. Her thighs are already coated with clear honey, slick lubrication leaking down as she tilts her hips upward. Slipping a finger into her cunt elicits a soft moan, then a louder one as he curls it upward. He gives a long, slow lick to her clit, flicking upward and over her wealth of dark curls before setting the buzzing egg directly against her clitoris.
The results are immediate, her body clenching about him even as she tries squirming upward, as wriggly and evasive as when he tries to give her oral. So he pulls his fingers out of her, spreading his hands over her belly and pinning her in place. She struggles against his palm, hips bucking wildly as he presses the buzzer deeper against her folds, tilting it so the wider portion of the egg disperses its vibrations.
“Oh fuck—!” she screams, and he resists the urge to laugh at the power of this new toy, his initial hesitancy vanishing in the strength of her orgasm as she writhes beneath him. He presses it firmly back to her clit, rolling the egg so that forms wide, teasing strokes as she cries again, screaming and digging her hands into the coverlet, hands balling into tiny fists as she squeezes down. But when he tries to return the little egg directly to her clit, she groans, “No. It’s too sore right now. It’s gonna chafe.”
So he sets the toy aside, flicking its buzzer off and planting a light kiss on the soft pad of her vulva. Still panting, she raises her hips.
“Didn’t say I was done,” she says muzzily, smiling like a fallen angel.
“And I thought you were trusting me to please you,” he mock-growls, pressing his mouth to her belly because he knows she likes his breath across her skin. She shivers delightedly as he reaches for the mysterious metal object, just starting to realize its potential. He presses the cool bulb into her wet folds, slipping it upward and into her pussy.
Groaning, she tilts her hips upward, making access easier. “Feels heavy.” The soft gasp does not sound like a complaint though, as she is still gyrating slowly, biting her lip with frustration as it fails to completely hit the desired level of stimulation. “Fawkes, this one’s not so much fun. Maybe try—“
Her protest earns a long, sloppy lick to her clit, making her scream echo through the house. “Trust me.” His mouth and tongue relentlessly bear down on the sensitive nub, even as she cries that it’s too much, too intense, but her lips are lying even as she arches against him, her orgasm crashing all about her and ringing in her ears. She is so distracted by the feel of his mouth on her that she almost does not notice when he pulls out the metal bulb. But she does notice when that same bulb gently presses against her the puckered ring of her ass. All it does is press; like a finger to a button, the cool metal now warm and slick with her fluids.