Chapter 43 Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff #2
Fuck. I love her.
I’m so close to uttering those words, but I choke them back. This is about her. Her desires, her needs, her pleasure. Not mine. Something I’ve had to remind myself of countless times.
So, instead of blurting it out, I think first for once and wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me. I press a line of kisses up her shoulder to her neck, and she melts into me, pressing against my rigid cock.
“Believe me, I plan on putting every single one of those inside you at some point, but you can pick which you want first.”
Her breath shudders out of her as my hand slips between her thighs, teasing her clit with a soft brush of my fingers.
She leans forward, her shaking hand closing around one of the smaller plugs with a jewel-encrusted base.
“Leave it to you to pick the shiniest.”
“Mm, I do love shiny things,” she murmurs, shifting impatiently like she wants more of me.
I slide a finger inside where she’s already soaked and needy.
“This is going to look so pretty inside you, but we need to take it slow. Be patient like a good girl, yeah?”
Her head falls back to my shoulder as she groans. “It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve had you.”
“I know. It does for me too. Christ, you have no idea how much I want to bury myself inside you right here.”
My cock is lined up perfectly with the crease of her ass, but I’m bound and determined to do this the right way. Her body rocks against my hand, greedy for more. My control slips another inch.
“Bend over, Quinn. Let me see it.”
She whimpers and bends at her waist, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
I grab the jeweled plug and the lube, making sure to coat it thoroughly before pressing it to her entrance.
I don’t push it inside yet, just hold it steady as my fingers continue to work her clit and she slowly rocks back, rolling her hips in search of something to fill her.
The gem-tipped toy is right there, and she pauses, breath hitching in her throat as it slips inside a fraction.
I groan, pre-cum leaking at the sight. God, I would do anything to be inside her right now, to feel her walls tightening around me as I slide the plug in all the way.
“Tripp, please? I can’t—"
I pause instantly. “Do you need me to take it out?”
It’s barely inside her, but she shouldn’t do more if it doesn’t feel good.
She shakes her head. “No, I just—I need more of you.”
“Use your words, Quinnie. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted to hear her say it—want the words pouring off her tongue, thick and sweet like honey.
“I want your cock, Tripp.”
“That’s my girl. Tell me where you want it," I say, sliding it over her ass, watching the streak of pre-cum glistening on her skin.
She moans, hips moving, the plug sliding deeper. “I want your cock inside me—want you to fuck my pussy.” She looks back at me, eyes wide and a little wild, like she’s shocked the words came out of her mouth.
I smile. “God, you’re so hot when you talk dirty.”
I push her chest to the bed and line up with her entrance, teasing her with the head of my cock. She tips her hips, and I enter her with a single thrust, sliding the plug all the way in to the base.
Fuck.
The sound that leaves her throat is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever heard. It’s a sweet combination of a grunt and a moan, and I think I could come from that sound alone.
“Oh my God,” she gasps as I pull out to the tip and then rock back into her.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I do it again, gliding slowly out of her before slamming back in.
“You look so pretty with this right here,” I say, sliding a finger to the gem that’s twinkling at me between her cheeks. I press on it so she can feel exactly where I want to take her next.
She looks at me over her shoulder like she wishes she could see what I see. Her breath hitches as I pull back and slam into her again.
“You feel so good,” she pants.
I twist the plug, and she lets out a tortured moan, dropping her head to the mattress. Her body grips me like it doesn’t want to let go, and for a second, I let myself believe she never will. Right now, there’s no denying it. She looks like mine.
“Can you come just from this?”
“I—I don’t know,” she murmurs, breathless.
I reach for the vibrator on the bed and slide it to her.
“Use this,” I grunt as I rock into her again. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last long with you like this. You feel so tight. Fucking perfect, Quinnie.“
Holding myself back is pure torture. I spread her cheeks and watch as I glide in and out while her ass is filled with the toy I bought just for her. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t going to last.
The low buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and her walls flutter around me as she rests it on her clit.
“Jesus,” I groan, willing myself to hold it together for a little while longer.
“More,” she breathes. “Fuck me harder.”
God, I love it when she tells me what she wants, completely unabashed.
I grip her hips and draw her back to me, not fucking her harder like she asked, but deeper. I roll my hips, in heaven as she tightens around me, warm and wet and... Fuck. Not yet.
I pull out and slam back in, picking up a more punishing pace as her body tenses, inner walls gripping me like a vise.
I hold myself on that edge as she rocks her hips back into me, meeting my thrusts with an urgency that tells me she’s close.
And thank fuck because there’s no stopping this train as I pound into her, urgent and impatient.
“Tripp, don't stop. Oh God, yes."
Her words are gasps of pleasure. I hold off just long enough to feel her walls contract around me as she lets out a blissful cry, giving me permission to chase my own release. I fuck her through it, drawing it out until her body finally goes lax beneath my hands.
Slowly, I slide the plug free, making her squirm. A groan catches in my throat as I push into her, just my tip breaching the tight ring of muscle before I spill inside, marking her the way I’ve always wanted to.
Our breaths rise and fall in ragged gasps. She glances over her shoulder, a smile ghosting her lips, and I smile back—letting myself believe, just for a heartbeat, that I could be enough to keep her.