27. Emmy
TWENTY-SEVEN
Emmy
“Wait. What is this?” Hattie asks, picking up the silver item with a flared green-studded base out of my nightstand.
“Um…” I blush. I didn’t expect Hattie to find my butt plug, and I have no idea if she’s into that or not.
“Do you use this on yourself?” Hattie smirks.
“Sometimes?” I can feel my cheeks blazing. “You can put it back now, it’s not like we’re going to use it.”
“What? Why not?” Hattie frowns.
“You want to?”
“I’d love to fuck you with this in. That’s so hot,” Hattie says.
“Oh,” I whisper quietly. I didn’t know she’d react like this.
“How do you put it in? I’ve never used one before,” she admits.
“It just sort of slips in… sometimes I spit on it first,” I whisper.
“Can you show me?” Hattie asks in amazement.
I nod, afraid my voice will fail me in this moment.
Hattie sits up in the bed, and I move so my back is to her.
I bend over, spitting on the top and making sure it covers it.
Then I spread my ass cheeks and slip it in, the cool metal becoming warmer by the second.
I gasp when it goes in completely, feeling the fullness of the plug.
I’m about to crawl back to Hattie when I feel her hands on me.
Hattie’s hands brush across my lower back—then down my ass.
I think she’s just touching me until I feel her move closer and her lips press to the side of my ass cheek.
First it’s a kiss, then a small nibble, then a bite that I’m sure will leave a mark.
But fuck, it feels so good. My face is in the sheets, but she pulls me back.
“I want to hear you baby,” she says.
Hattie disappears behind me again, biting all over my ass and working her way down. She slides her finger through my pussy and I gasp. I’m so fucking wet for her right now, I swear I won’t need much to come.
“God, I love how wet you are,” Hattie praises. “Tell me, is that all for me?”
“Y-yes,” I moan.
“Mmm,” Hattie hums against my pussy.
Her tongue does soft swirls across my clit, and my knees start to feel like jelly.
I don’t know how many orgasms she’s already given me, but the second a butt plug goes in, it accelerates everything.
The plug makes everything feel more intense, every movement with it in feels like another person touching me.
I often only use it when I’m alone and want a bigger release.
I’ve never used it with anyone else before, but if Hattie is into it, I definitely want to use it with her.
I can feel myself edging on the side of release, and all I want to do is let go.
My pussy is throbbing, begging to let me come as Hattie sucks on my swollen clit.
She sucks harder and my head falls into the pillows again.
I try to pick myself up but I can’t, my legs are too wobbly as the orgasm hits me.
“Mmm!” I mumble into the sheets.
My vision goes black as I close my eyes, feeling the intensity of the orgasm. Hattie doesn’t let up, sliding her tongue through my folds until I push her back. I fall sideways so I can breathe again. I can’t open my eyes, my breathing is ragged as I attempt to catch my breath.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” Hattie murmurs, lying next to me in the bed.
My eyes flutter closed, my eyelids too heavy to even open them. I think I fall asleep for a while, because the next thing I remember is hearing Hattie getting out of bed. She’s blowing out the candles in the room before climbing back into bed.
“Hello sleeping beauty,” Hattie murmurs.
“I’m sorry.” I blush. “I was just so relaxed.”
“I’m glad.” She goes to kiss my forehead but I pull her face down to reach my lips instead.
I pull Hattie onto my lap and keep kissing her. She’s still naked, body somehow warm despite the chilly room. She must’ve been under the covers with me until she got up. I bump my knee into her core and she gasps.
“You wanna go again?” she asks, clearly exasperated.
“We don’t have to…”
“No, I very much want to. I’m just surprised you’re up for it.” Hattie laughs, stopping my hands from letting go of her waist.
“Well, I just took a nap, so I’m nice and revived.” I smirk.
Hattie smiles before leaning down to kiss me. I relax, feeling her body entangle in mine again. Her smooth skin and soft belly. We both moan, and our hands begin to roam again. And while her hips grind on me, I moan loudly, realizing the butt plug is still in my ass.
“Is it still…” I ask aloud.
“Is what?” Hattie looks confused.
“The plug. Is it still…in?” I ask.
“Oh.” Hattie blushes. “It is. I didn’t think I should take it out while you were sleeping, so I googled it and it’s not harmful for short amounts of time.”
“You googled how long someone can keep in a butt plug?” I hold back a laugh.
“Well, I didn’t want to wake you if I didn’t have to. And I didn’t wanna shove my hand in your ass to get it out either.” Hattie frowns.
“No, no, hey. It’s sweet that you care about my butt that much,” I tease.
“Oh, forget it.” Hattie rolls her eyes, climbing off my lap. But as she turns over, I use the opportunity to slap her ass. Gasping, she turns around to look at me with pink cheeks.
“I think you need to be punished for getting off my lap like that,” I say devilishly.
“Mmm?” she hums, my handprint making a red mark on her tan ass.
“I didn’t say you could. And I like how much you care.”
Hattie looks at me expectantly, her ass still half over my lap. I pull her into a more comfortable position, positioning her over my legs with her ass in the air. I press a small kiss to her right butt cheek before slapping her ass again.
“Ah!” Hattie gasps out in pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
Hattie shakes her head and I smile. I slap her twice more on the other cheek, watching as my handprint appears.
She gasps and moans each time, her pussy dripping with each slap.
She’s starting to squirm under my touch, so I slide my fingers through her folds, coating both of them with her wetness before dragging them to my lips and licking them clean.
She watches intently as I do, her cheeks bright red as small whimpers escape her lips.
“Do you want a taste?” I ask, holding up my fingers.
“I-I want you to fuck me,” she says quietly.
“Mmm, since you asked so nicely.”
I smirk before sliding my two fingers back inside her and watching her gasp.
Her ass is in the air as my fingers go in and out of her pussy.
She arches her back, and I wish I had a strap or something bigger to fuck her with.
I could use my vibe but it probably isn’t charged and I don’t want to go looking for it right now.
She moves her hand between her legs, touching her clit, and I stop, pulling out my fingers.
“Excuse me? Who said you can do that?” I wait for her to turn around.
She looks at me pleadingly. “I-I thought I could.”
“Well, if you want to do it yourself then go ahead.” I cross my arms and she groans.
“No!”
“Then you will be punished for that too.” I wait for her nod, then slap her ass.
Hattie whimpers and gasps with each slap, her arch getting higher.
Her legs are shaking, and I can tell she’s on the edge.
Her body is practically begging for another orgasm.
Her pussy is still dripping from the last one, so I decide to go easy on her.
Dipping my fingers inside her, I use two to hit her G-spot perfectly and my thumb to brush against her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” Hattie mutters among another string of curses and my name. She moans and shakes underneath me, her body going limp as I pull my fingers out and give her ass one last slap.
Licking them clean, I move her gently off my lap and head to the kitchen for some water and a snack. I bring her a bag of the pretzels she likes, and she opens the bag in my bed. Her eyes open, looking around curiously.
“I thought you might need some replenishing. That last one took a lot out of you.” I smile, holding out the pretzel bag.
“Mmm,” Hattie hums and sits up.
She takes a few pretzels and then reaches for the water.
I watch as she downs the whole glass, so I refill it for her.
When I come back, she’s done with the pretzels and lying back down in the bed.
Her dark curls are matted in a mess around my pillows, but she still looks gorgeous.
I bend over to kiss her cheek. I’m about to head to the bathroom to take out the plug when she stops me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she says. “Now, I might not have physical energy, but my tongue still works.”
Hattie points to her face and I laugh. She wants me to sit on her face, even though she looks exhausted.
“Are you sure?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Of course.” She nods.
I climb onto the bed, grabbing the headboard and resting my pussy above her lips.
She pulls me down, and I groan as her tongue connects with my clit.
The plug makes the fullness feeling intensify, and I can feel my body tingling.
Hattie flattens her tongue, slipping through my folds.
I gently rock my hips back and forth as I hold the cool wall.
Glancing down, I can see her looking up at me.
Her eyes flutter closed only to open back up again.
She’s tired, but she’s right—her tongue definitely works.
Hattie continues eating me out, touching her tongue inside me.
I moan and rock my hips. Pressing my fingers to my clit, I rub small slow circles.
She hums under me, creating a vibration I can feel in my ass.
My whole lower body is buzzing with desire.
She twirls her tongue one more time, and I’m screaming her name.
I can feel the orgasm taking over me, and I almost fall over, trying to hold onto the headboard.
“Oh, Emmy! Fuck! Don’t fuck—”
I collapse on the bed next to her. Hattie’s lips and chin gleam with the remains of my wants. Her eyes don’t open, and I actually wonder if I’ve put her to sleep, until she opens them a few seconds later. Smiling, she pulls me toward her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her instead.
I use the bathroom quickly, taking out the butt plug and washing it clean with hot water.
Then I head back to the bedroom and crawl back into her arms. Hattie is fast asleep now, so I take the sheet and use it to clean her mouth.
I kiss her cheek lightly and close my eyes, listening to Hattie’s heartbeat as I rest on her chest.
I have no idea what time it is or when we’ll even be waking up, but I don’t care.
I’m exhausted and relaxed in a way I’ve never been before.
My body feels like it’s floating on a cloud after all the orgasms I just had.
I’m committing every one of them to memory.
I yawn, my tiredness taking control as I finally let myself fall asleep.