Thirty-Two
W hat kind of ideas?”
Bad ones. Ones that have her splayed out and naked on her bedsheets, much like the last time we did something as monumentally stupid as we’re doing now. But I don’t care. I can’t find it within me to care, even when I know how this ends.
“Ones that involve what’s in that bottom drawer you’re too afraid to show me.” She practically whimpers as I grind my knee against her. Her arms move to escape my grasp, and for a moment I almost let her until I remember her light bondage kink. I tighten my grip on her wrists as she writhes against my thigh. I hope I’m not hurting her, but I can’t stop staring at her face twisted in equal parts agony and pleasure, can’t stop being amazed that I’m the cause. I want to know everything about this woman, but right now what I want more than anything is to know what it feels like to make her come. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Everything’s okay with me,” she says. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?”
I release her wrists, but neither one of us moves. When her hands grasp at my shoulders, I grip her waist as she continues to grind down on me. I can tell she finds a pace she likes because her nails are starting to dig into my skin.
“You’d have to let me go for that to happen.” I huff a laugh as my fingers play at the waistband of her sleep shorts. She doesn’t let go. If anything, she holds on to me tighter as I drag them down as far as they’ll go with my thigh between her legs. Once the purple lace of her panties is visible, I sink my fingers beneath the thin fabric at her sides.
“Fuck, Angela, you’re killing me.” She finally stops squirming for a moment, but by the way her lips purse I can tell it’s with reluctance. Then she looks up at me with wonder for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’m sure.” I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
Sooner than I want, I pull away from her and get down on my knees to reach the drawer. There are so many options, I don’t know where to start.
“Which one’s your favorite?”
She motions to a small blue device with a circular tip. It takes a moment for me to find an angle that fits comfortably in my hand where the button is within easy reach. I haven’t done much research on vibes or suction toys, but from the look of it alone I have no idea how it’s supposed to be used. All I know about sex toys are the gigantic, hot-pink, phallic-shaped dildos that movies like to sensationalize. Even in the porn I’ve watched, I’ve never seen a device like this before. Then again, I generally make it a rule to avoid videos that use sex toys. It’s never been something that’s turned me on. Until now, at least.
“The tip creates a suction.” Krystal readjusts her shorts and falls to her knees with me. “You can place it somewhere on your body you’d like to feel suction, like a nipple or your clit, and it feels good.”
I press the power button, expecting a loud buzzing noise. Instead, the sound is more of a low hum that steadily gets louder as I play between the three different speeds. I place my thumb over the hollow tip and let out a yelp as the suction pulls it in. I feel a jolt low in my belly, and suddenly I’m imagining what the device would feel like on other places of my body. Krystal laughs softly at my reaction as she shuts off the device. I shake my head. Me and my damned curiosity about her toys. I need to focus.
“Do you use lube with this?” She nods, opening the drawer again. I spot the bottle and take it out. “Can you show me how you use it?”
Her cheeks turn pink, but she nods. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom.”
Her floor isn’t exactly comfortable or clean thanks to my hair scraps, but I’m growing impatient. And by the way she’s pushing her thighs together, she’s just as impatient as I am. I raise a brow at her as my eyes coast over her body. “You sure you can wait that long?”
“It’s what, five paces?” Her voice is shaky and her breaths are coming out in rasps. “Okay, fine.” She gives in so fast, I have to laugh. “How do you want to do this?”
“Well.” I cough, turning on the device. “I’d like to make you come with your suction toy. Would you like that?”
Her nod is enthusiastic.
“Lie back on the bath mat.” She does as I say, using the oversized mat as a cushion. I lift her tank top over her chest, freeing her bare breasts to the cool air. Her nipples are already hard, beaded points. “You’ve used this device on your nipples before?”
“Once or twice. It doesn’t always do much for me.”
“Can I try?” She nods as I place the tip over her left nipple. She doesn’t react to the low suction, or when I raise it to the second highest setting. When I readjust the device against her and set it to the highest setting, however, she lets out a gasp. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” she says, the word almost a moan. Then again when I place my other hand on her right nipple, working the tip between my fingers. “Fuck, Angela.”
“Which feels better?” I ask, not because I’m hoping she says me, but because I want to know what’s working for her. When I give her nipple a light pinch between my thumb and forefinger, her lower half is squirming again.
“You.” There’s no mistaking the flush that washes over me. “Your touch feels better.”
I turn the device off for now and play with her nipples. Another moan falls from her lips. Lord, the sounds this woman makes. They only get better when I put my mouth on her, sucking and licking her. Her hand grips the back of my neck, those nails grazing my scalp in a way that has me humming like a cat against her skin.
It’s not as nerve-wracking as I thought it’d be, touching her this way. Kissing my way down her sternum to her peaked brown nipples.
I could get used to this.
I already am. I watch her face for a reaction as I reach her shorts, pulling them down her legs when she gives me a shaky nod. It’s a heady feeling, placing myself between her spread legs. Running my fingers up her inner thighs. Watching her shiver from my touch.
“Are you ready for the suction toy again?” I ask as I push her panties to the side and use my fingers to spread her open. Her head tips back against the edge of the tub when I spread her arousal around her clit. It’s a strange sensation to be doing this to another person for a change. I know exactly how to use my fingers on myself to get off. I could apply the same technique to her if we weren’t using the suction toy.
She nods. “Yes, please.”
I open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto my fingers, ensuring the toy is nice and ready for her. Then I turn on the device and start at the lowest setting, watching her face to gauge her reaction as I press the slick, circled tip against her clit. When that doesn’t have the desired effect, I kick it up a notch. She hitches a breath at the second highest setting, her eyes shutting closed in contentment.
“Should I move it, or—”
“No,” she gasps, squirming. “Right there is good.”
“Okay.” I let out a breath as I continue to hold the toy steady against her. After a moment or two, I ask, “How does it feel?”
“It feels nice.” She sighs. “I— Fuck .”
The expletive comes when I use my other hand to play with one of her nipples. She lets out a moan, her thighs beginning to shake. “What… what are you doing?”
“I got bored.” Careful to keep the device against her steady, I bend down to lick her other nipple. “Is this okay?” I ask against her skin. “I like doing this to you.”
“Y-yes.” Her body trembles as I suck the peak into my mouth. “Oh, Angel. I’m about to come.”
“Then come for me, Krystal.” I bite down on her nipple, and her moans turn into a keening whine I like the sound of way too much. “I won’t stop you this time. Promise.”
I feel her thighs tremble around the hand using the toy on her. When the pressure is too much and she starts pushing my hand away, I turn the device off and use my fingers to soothe her down from the orgasm. She looks up at me in wonder, or maybe even awe. When her mouth opens, I don’t expect the next words that come out of it.
“Can I return the favor?”
I squirm a little at her request. Then I stare down at the device I just used on her as she makes a grab for it. She rises to her knees, practically stalking over to me. “Only if you want to. Otherwise, I feel like I get so much more out of this than you do.”
“That’s not true,” I assure her, staring at her mouth. “But I’m not gonna lie, I have been wondering what your little toy would feel like on me.”
“Lie down.” We swap places until she’s hovering over me.
It’s a little unsettling to have her undivided attention on me as I slip off my pants and underwear. Do I look weird wearing a shirt and bra and nothing below? Fuck it. I sit up and pull off both before lying back down, my heart racing. No one’s ever seen me naked before—not as an adult at least. Krystal’s eyes scan me up and down, every inch of exposed skin on fire.
This feels weird. I bite back the urge to say the words aloud, afraid if I do that she’ll stop. And I don’t want to stop. I want to experience this closeness with Krystal. I want to experience everything .
“Can I touch you?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip. When I nod, her fingertips skate my skin—sliding up my hips to my waist, my belly, until she’s cupping my small breasts. “Angela, fuck you’re so gorgeous.”
“Really?” I don’t have to see myself to know my cheeks are pink. “With my choppy haircut and bits of hair clippings sticking to my arms?”
“Hey,” she admonishes. “Are you insulting my barber skills?”
“Not at all. It’s just I’ve never had short hair before. I didn’t think I could feel pretty this way.”
“You’re not just pretty.” Her right hand moves up to my cheek. I suck in a breath when her thumb traces my bottom lip. “You’re beautiful, Angela.” She moves in closer, her voice a hot whisper in my ear. “And I bet you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart on my fingers.”
As if I wasn’t already a puddle of goo at that statement, her lips trail a path over the shell of my ear. I’m already shivering at the touch when she bites down on my earlobe.
Fucking hell, this woman.
There’s another jolt low in my belly, making my legs shake. When she soothes the bite with her tongue, I’m a goner.
“ Krystal .” I don’t register when I started clutching at her bare shoulders, only that I’m holding on to her for dear life. One hand smooths up my inner thigh. She looks into my eyes, silently asking for permission, which I give when I spread my legs wider for her. Her fingers find me soaking. I’m nearly dripping onto the bath mat when two fingers sink into the wetness to spread up to my clit. “Oh, fuck.”
I’m trembling all over again. We’re not going to have enough time for the suction toy if she doesn’t stop soon. “Krystal, please, the toy—”
“One on my fingers first.” Her thumb works fast circles on my clit, and hell, I’m about to come apart this second and give her exactly what she wants. “Then we’ll have some fun with the toy.”
Approximately five seconds later, my thighs are shaking around the most intense orgasm of my life. I’m breathing hard as I stare up at her ceiling, willing my heart rate to go down. No such luck, because Krystal is far from done with me.
“I was thinking,” she says as she grabs the device from the floor. “You’ve only ever used your fingers to come. Is that right?”
“Yes?” I’m not following where this is going.
“You’ve never used a sex toy before.” She opens the bottle of lube before using her slick fingers to spread me open and expose my clit. “And no one’s ever licked this gorgeous pussy of yours.”
My eyes shut at her dirty words and the effect they have on me. She’s already kneeling between my spread legs, her hands on my body. What would her mouth feel like… there ? I’ve always wondered what oral would feel like, the sensations they’d cause, lips and tongues and sucking where I’m most sensitive. Would it feel better than my hand, or would I be too self-conscious to fully enjoy the moment?
“And before about thirty seconds ago,” she continues, “no one’s ever used their fingers on you. So I’m curious about something.” I die a little when she presses the power button and gently places the circular tip against me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, so it takes me a moment to get used to the suction feeling. But when I do…
Oh.
“What?” I barely remember to ask, biting my lip as she raises it to a higher setting. Holy fuck. The suction is intense, but it feels so good against my clit. “What are you curious about?”
“I’m curious which one you’ll like better,” she says, her left hand pinching my nipple. I let out a gasp. It’s so easy to feel overstimulated by all these new sensations at once. The pressure building on my clit, her fingers thrumming the tip of my breast. It’s hard to concentrate on what she’s saying. “My hand, the toy, or my mouth.”
A second orgasm is quickly cresting, especially when she switches to the highest setting, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to give her a third. As high as my sex drive is, I’ve rarely given myself three orgasms in a row. One or two is usually enough.
I fly apart when her mouth kisses a trail up my shoulder. She shuts off the device and strokes me softly with her fingers as I come down, all the while licking and sucking my neck. What started out as gentle, soothing kisses and touches quickly turns to more as she kisses the top of my breasts. I’m getting wet again when she starts sucking my nipples, and her fingers move just a bit faster against my clit. Getting me ready for her mouth, I realize.
“I’m gonna have you sit on the edge of the tub for me,” she says against my right breast. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Mmm, what you’re doing now feels nice,” I tell her as her hand strokes me. “Maybe just a little longer?”
“Sure, Angel.” She lets out a low laugh. “I think you’ll agree my tongue will feel nicer, but we’ll do whatever you want.”
I’m sure I will, but I’m still slowly building my confidence up to that. The lighting in here is bright. There’ll be no hiding anything from her. After a moment, though, I acquiesce and rise to the edge of the tub. She positions herself on her knees, spreading mine until her face is eye level with my pussy. I’m shaking with nerves more than desire as she stares at me for what feels like the longest moment of my life.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asks me. “If you want to stop—”
“No,” I say quickly. “I don’t want to stop. I just—” I swallow. “I’m nervous.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Her hands smooth up and down my thighs. “It’s okay to feel nervous. If you’re not into it, tell me and I’ll stop. We’ll use my detachable shower head instead.” She smirks slightly, and I resist the urge to turn around because I did not know she had one of those in here.
“Deal.” I take in a deep breath.
When I nod at her, she takes it as permission to explore my body more closely. She eases me into it, her lips kissing up my inner thigh and then switching to repeat the process on the other side when she reaches my crease. She takes my legs and settles them over her shoulders, pushing me that much closer to her face.
I try not wriggle as she starts licking me but fuck , it’s hard to stay still. Harder than the previous two times on her fingers and the suction toy. She’s driving me completely wild with those long, sweeping licks against my clit. I bite down on a moan, but I can’t take it anymore when those gentle, coaxing licks turn to sucks on my clit. My hand sinks into her hair, gripping the back of her head as the pressure builds and builds. She’s barely started, and I already feel a third orgasm creeping up.
“Krystal, I think I—” I lose my train of thought as she alternates between deep sucks and long, wet licks that dip just a bit lower than they should. Fuck, why do I like this? Like the maddening goddess she is, she gauges my reaction and teases the hole with a finger as she sucks on my clit. I’m squirming against her and crying out before I remember I was about to tell her something. “What was I saying?”
Her lips release my clit with a noisy pop. “I don’t know.” She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire. “Should I stop until it comes back to you?”
“Don’t you dare.” She smirks up at me before her mouth is on me again. Working me up to that familiar frantic pace, until I’m gripping the edge of the tub so hard I’m in danger of developing carpal tunnel. She holds on to my thighs through my orgasm, letting me ride it out on her face.
How have I been missing out on cunnilingus for my entire life? What am I going to do when I’m horny and alone in the middle of the night and my hand isn’t enough anymore? Could that happen?
“Oh my god,” I say as Krystal rises from her knees. My legs feel like jelly, so I don’t think I’ll be standing up anytime soon. “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Her smirk is smug, and rightfully so. She grabs my hands as if to help me up. “Come on. We should clean up.”
“Together?” Her eyes glitter in answer. “Good idea. Maybe you can show me how to use that detachable shower head of yours.”
I’m never getting over this woman, and you know what? I’m not even mad about it.