Page 117 of Tempting God

“Are these?—”

“Nipple pleasure toys? They sure are.” I reach over, picking up one. “I think this counts as vanilla-ish.”

“Not even close, wife.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to play?” I pout. “I’ve been so horny all day long.”

He groans. “Fucking hell.”

“Yay!”

“Payback is going to be a bitch, Little Fae.”

“Oh, I look forward to any payback you bring my way, husband.”

He lifts the other pleasure toy. “How does this work?”

“Well, you need to get my nipple wet—preferably with your mouth—and then suction it on.” I pull my nightshirt over my head, tossing it aside.

“Why do I get the feeling you had this planned?”

“Because I totally did. Now, get to sucking, big boy.”

He snorts, but says, “Lie on your side.”

Sex on my back has been…painful, to say the least, so Grant and I have gotten very creative in the bedroom while keeping things vanilla.

I move to my side, and he makes sure I’m comfortable before cupping one of my breasts. I groan, because it feels so good.

“Your body is getting ready for our little one,” he says as his head dips.

I moan as he sucks on my nipple. The simple act has me rushing toward an orgasm, and I cry out as I come. Grant reaches between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I groan as he finds my sensitive clit.

“I love how responsive you are.” He rolls my clit in slow circles. “Maybe after the baby is born, we’ll try a clamp down here.”

“I’d like that, sir.”

“Tilt a little and we’ll get this other toy on you.”

I roll a bit and he covers my other nipple with his mouth while still toying with my clit. By the time he gets the other suction toy on, I’m climaxing again.

“Please fuck me, Grant,” I beg. “I need your cock!”

“Only because you asked so nicely, my sweet First Lady.”

He makes quick work of undressing and then pulling my panties off. He lies on his back and pulls me, so I’m straddling him.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“Grant Carter, if you don’t let me ride you?—”

My rant is short-lived as he leans back.

“Use me, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, I position him at my opening and slide down on him.

“Fuck,” I moan loudly. “Yes! That’s what I needed.”

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