Propped against the headboard, he raised a brow patiently.
“Ah…here it is,” I said as I finally found something neither penis-shaped nor made of fabric near the bottom of my collection. “Carry on, Sir,” I smiled, tossing the bottle to him as my freshly spanked bottom returned near his chest and his cock stood a breath from my mouth.
With the lube, the dildo slipped into my ass easily at the same rate of speed that I took him between my lips: slow and teasing, with every gasping inch. Each time I moved, the curved glass dildo ground against my g-spot. This was incentive enough to give him the very best blow job I could, my hips keeping time with my mouth and tongue. Added incentive was his hand beating rhythmically against my butt, his fingers twisting the glass periodically — insanely, driving me wild by the nearness of orgasm, making me murmur around him.
His was close, too. I could tell by the rigidity of his abdomen and the urgency of his thrusts. I went deeper, breathing through my nose and spiraling my tongue over his length, unrelenting in my focus to swallow him whole.
I was rewarded, twice. Once when he delivered himself into my mouth. And again, moments later, when he slowly removed the dildo, twirling it around until I no longer withheld my own tremors.
I rested my head on his thigh; his hand cupped my bottom. We breathed together.
When the room righted itself, I noticed the sheets: “I’m sorry, I did try to swallow it all, Sir. But there was sooo much,” I said in awe.
Our easy banter returned, he asked, “How big is the wet spot?”
“Hmmm,” I said, lifting him and inspecting beneath. “About the size of your nuts.”
That sent us into peals of giddiness.
This is what ‘sexy’ is, I thought as our laughter subsided and he pulled me over his lap.
This, I thought, as he circled his arms around my waist and forced my bottom into the air, is real.
This way that we are together, I knew, as he began to spank me again, this is how it should be.
I vowed to keep lube in my nightstand from this day forward.