Page 98 of Proposal Play
“Yes,” she says, defiantly.
I start with the small one, sliding it onto my finger, then show her the vibrating pad. “Start counting,” I say.
She gasps, as I slide my finger between her spread thighs, running the pad against her swollen clit. Her gasp turns into a long whimper. Love the sound of it, but rules are rules.
“Count for me, Maeve,” I demand.
She swallows, shakes her head, murmurs, “One.”
“Good wife,” I say.
Then, she arches her back and moans so loudly, so recklessly that my dick pops out of the towel. I was hard already. Now I’m granite level since she’s lifting her hips and rocking into my finger. I fight to keep my voice even as I muse, “Is it like a tongue? I wonder?”
She cries out a breathy, “Yes.”
“Bet you’d like to be eaten, wouldn’t you?”
“So much,” she mutters.
How I fucking want to eat her. Bury my face between her thighs and feast. Instead, I turn off the Finger Puppet, then grab the Thruster. “Count again,” I tell her, holding up the long, thick toy.
She’s a mess already, hair wild, cheeks red, eyes shimmering. “Two,” she pants out.
“We have a way to go, Quick-Draw Maeve,” I say, thenturn on the new device, rubbing the tip of it against that needy clit of hers.
Her wrists strain against the ties as she mutters a long, “Ohhhhhh.”
My dick thumps. My chest swells.
She arches up, stares fiercely at me. “Fuck me with it. Now.”
Tempting, but no. “So greedy,” I muse, then turn it up, sliding it through her slickness. “Like this?” It’s asked innocently.
It’s answered wantonly with a loud, “Inside me, you tease.”
“If you insist,” I say, then slide it inside her pussy, and my cells turn molten. She’s so wet, so hot that she takes it all easily.
Then, I turn it all the way up. And seconds later, she’s fucking it. Grinding down, riding it, seeking it out. And driving me wild.
“I’m close,” she pants.
I had a feeling she might be, and Icouldlet her come. But I could also drag this out. I’m feeling like I want to edge her, so I turn it off.
She whimpers. “What did you do?”
“You said you need five,” I say, feigning innocence.
“Asher,” she warns me.
And since I really don’t want her to say warm nuts, I’m speedy as I switch to the circle vibe, sliding it into her sweet cunt, watching her take one curved end in while the other fits over her clit.
She arches her hips. Soon, she’s chanting. Begging. She’s close again. And I’m an asshole since I ease it out.
“You dick,” she mutters, thrashing around on the bed like she wants to throttle me.
“Oh, did you say dick?” I grab the rabbit-style one, brandish it.
She lifts her hips, spreads her legs wide open. My god, she’s going to be a dream to fuck. But then, she’s pretty much my dream girl. My heart hammers ruthlessly.