Bonbon

New territory for me, gentle readers. Enjoy!


Bonbon



Delicate cream-colored demibra that lets my nipples peek through the lace trim? $22.

Adorably soft, fuzzy, rose-and-cream striped socks that come up to midthigh? $18.

Pink stripper heels, Mary Jane style with an ankle strap? $35.

Total expenditure on hair, nails, perfume, assorted gourmet goodies in the fridge next to an appropriate bottle of vino, and the extra super special birthday present for my lover, maybe...$200 all told? What can I say, I got a raise.

The look on his face when he comes home to find me in his favorite chair? A vision of pink and ivory framed by dark leather, legs draped shamelessly over the armrests, both hands wrapped around the shaft of the silicone cock rising from the crimson velvet harness around my hips...

Absofuckinglutely priceless.

"Hi, honey," I say in a breathy, disconnected voice. He stares intently at my hands, watching as I stroke the toy, using motions and rhythm that I normally use on him. "Sorry I couldn't wait but the vibrator in this thing is - just - uhmmm..."

Writhing in the chair, grinding my soaking wet self against the buzzing toy, gasping and whining and letting him watch me come.

Afterwards, I run my fingertip along the bottom of the shaft and smile at him.

"Gonna join me, pretty boy?" I ask teasingly, and he flushes. Good.

"You...Jesus." His incoherence makes me giggle; so rare to catch him off balance like this, usually it's me stammering and blushing. "What gave you the idea to - "

"Come over here, sugar...c'mon." It takes him a moment to leave the doorway. Then he's all over me, sucking at my mouth with fierce kisses, stroking my shoulders, seeking out my nipples to twist and tug at through the soft lace.

My hands, I dimly remember through the haze that I need to be using my hands... one goes into his hair, holding on, pulling him down into the demanding kiss; taking it over. With the other I take one of his hands and press downward until our fingers wrap around "my" cock, my hand over his. I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I've got him. Caressing, hesitant at first, then sliding and tugging, rocking the base of the toy against my clit. I bite his bottom lip, just a tease, then lean my head back to look at him.

"Uhmm...so good.." I tell him, encouraging. "Look down. Look what you're doing to me..."

He does. His eyes are so wide, dark and dazed, full of sex; rocking my hips a little with the pressure of his touch, becoming more insistent. My forehead rests against his; watching him watch himself feels even better than the vibration. I run my fingers through his dark hair, catching soft curls between, stroking him reassuringly as he strokes me in an entirely different way.

"Kiss it for me..." I ask. Breathy soft voice, pleading for it, and gentle but insistent pressure on the nape of his neck. Oh, the beautiful shudder that goes through that body - so much bigger and stronger than my own; how many times has he pinned me helpless in our own bed, making me beg, taking me at his leisure. A man's control, physical, rough.

The way I like it.

Now I've barely touched him and still he trembles, breath unsteady. And he sinks to his knees for me, with unthinking grace. I lift my hips a little and his strong hands slide beneath me, cradling my ass, the harness soft between our skin.

"You are so beautiful like this," he tells me.

"So are you," I murmur back, and reach down. One hand in his hair, the other around the base of the toy, holding it steady. Offering it.

"C'mon, pretty...lover..." I coax. Dripping wet under the fabric. "Suck my cock."

The 'flesh' of the toy is firm but not unyielding - I went through four or five condoms earlier in the day, testing it. I can say with absolute assurance that it is neither too thick nor too long and that it feels good in the mouth. And other places. He can do this...if he wants to.

He looks so vulnerable. I would never have expected this to look good on him, but it does. Wild eyes, lost eyes, his chest rising and falling with each shivering breath. Still in his work clothes. Why does that make it hotter? The eyes close as he leans forward, touches his mouth to the toy's sculpted head in the softest of kisses.

I moan my encouragement and it isn't fake, though of course there's no physical sensation. My left hand is still in his hair, cradling his skull, and suddenly I understand the impulse to press, to bury this jutting piece of silicone in his mouth. This must be the most perverse thing I've ever done and it is fantastic.

My other hand wriggles the toy a little, rubbing it against his lips. "Suck it," I whisper - loud in the silent room - and give a tiny bit of pressure against the back of his head. Now he's trembling. I can see the outline of his cock through his work pants, bigger than the toy, fatter. Ready. But that's for later.

Now, all I want is what I'm seeing...his mouth opening for me, letting me in, taking almost half the length of the toy in one slow slide. God.

I thought I was doing this for him. Something super kinky that he would remember forever. But it's driving me crazy, this hot shaking lust I've never felt before. I want to take him. To fuck him. I may actually be growling, can't tell. My hips rise a little, involuntarily, rocking...tiny little movements, ever so gentle, shaking with self-control. Fucking his mouth.

Talking - I don't know what I'm saying, encouragement, obscenity, telling him how perfect he is, how beautiful he looks. How good it feels, as if it were my own flesh and not a pricy sex boutique toy. Our moving together is grinding the base of the toy into me, tiny little movements driving me higher and higher, I drape one long stockinged leg over his shoulder and then he reaches up and I feel his fingertips searching along the velvet - finding a gap - pushing and sliding and then he has two thick fingers buried in my pussy, curling up towards my pubic bone to hit just the right spot. Sucking and pumping those fingers into me and I cannot fucking stand it one second longer, I pull him down to me and cry out blindly and when I hear the raw wet sound of him sucking hard, really taking it, I come... like something breaking deep in my belly, strong, making me scream. Making liquid pour from me, escaping the harness, spilling over his hand and pooling in the leather chair seat.

That's never happened before, either. It's a night for firsts.

There is a long, long pause between the orgasm and the point where I know what's going on again. His head is resting on my thigh, my leg still curled over his shoulder.

"OK?" I ask, amazed at how shy I sound after what we've just done. When his eyes meet mine the look on his face is almost worshipful; I don't need any better answer. Still, he nods, and kisses my leg.

"Bedroom," he says after a second. "Now. I have to fuck you or I'm going to explode."

He helps me out of the chair - dropping his cotton undershirt into it to soak up the puddle, must've taken that off after I came - and we stumble towards the bedroom, arms around each other. I pat his hip reassuringly and smile.

I guess he doesn't realize. I'm not the one about to get fucked.