Page 87 of Warmer, Colder

“Good thing it’s not for you then.”

“What if—”

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’re dead—no infections, no lasting injuries, no worries—besides I’ve played with my fair share of large toys.” I kiss away the worry, smoothing her furrowed brow. “Now where were we? Right, you’re going fuck me with a bop-it.” Laying back, ignoring the noisy surface’s protests, I spread my legs for her. While she wraps her mind around what I’ve asked, I gather the plentiful arousal that’s dripping from me and tease my clit in slow, deliberate circles. “Go on Dirty Girl, it’s time to play. I’m ready whenever you are.”

We both watch in rapt attention as she circles the yellow end around my opening, transfixed by how it slowly widens with the pressure she applies and gradually swallows the oddly shaped toy.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Panicked, Becca immediately stops what she’s doing.

My fingers latch around her wrist, preventing her from pulling it out of me. “Keep going,” I say pointedly. I circle my hips, moving the toy inside myself, as Becca follows suit. “Mmhmm, right there baby.”

The reassurance spurs her on as she starts pumping more vigorously.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” My hands sink into my hair, nails clutching at my scalp. I’m pleasantly surprised when shetakes over, using her other hand to stimulate my abandoned clit for me. “Do you like fucking this pussy?”

Becca nods, moving the toy in and out faster and faster.

“Are you going to make me come?”

She nods again, but I need more.

“Tell me, Babygirl.”

“You’re going to come for me.” She gets to her knees, leveraging the toy at a different angle that hits deeper inside me. “Come for me, Stasi.”

“I’m going to come for you baby. I’m going to make this toy drip for you.” My hips jerk forward, and I make good on my promise. “Fuccckkkk,” I moan as I fall back onto the colorful dots.

“Umm,” Becca interjects as I come down. “Do I just like pull it out, or…”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, go ahead.” Propping myself on my elbows, I can’t help but release a satisfied groan as I watch her pull several inches of the toy out of me.Note to self, find more toys to experiment with.I might not have my personal collection, but we can definitely get creative with what we have. Most people assume death is an end, but I just see a world of possibilities opening up before me.

“Should I be nervous about what else you have up your sleeve?” Becca lays down next to me.

“Nervous? No.” I kiss her forehead and then get to my feet. “All I want is to make you feel good.” I attempt to keep my voice even, withholding any expectation. “But I would like to keep a promise I made.”

Her eyes fall to her lap as she fidgets. “What’s that?”

Pulling her toward me, I force her to meet my eyes. “I promised I was going to fill that pretty cunt of yours. Stretch you around me and wear you like my most prized possession.” Placing a kisson her neck, I attempt to soften my statement. “Would you like that?”

With a deep breath, she buys herself time to process what I’ve just said. “Yes. I want to take everything you have to give.”

Smirking, I can’t hide my excitement or pride in my girl for being willing to try this. “Come here, Angel.” Coaxing her forward, I have her lay down beside me, then transition quickly to sitting between her legs. Noticing how her muscles tighten, I take my time rubbing her calves. “We can stop if it becomes too much. I would never make you do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” I kiss her inner thigh. “But I also want you to experience every bit of pleasure you can. Do you trust me?”

“I do. Trust you.” Becca’s hand covers mine.

“Good.” I give her an encouraging squeeze. “Because I’m going to make you see fucking stars.” Sliding my hands up her thighs, I tease the sensitive skin, then drag my thumb between her lips, gathering the wetness there and bringing it to her clit. “Are you excited for your first fisting?”

Becca nods as her back arches responsively.

“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to take all five of my fingers and love how they fill this perfect little cunt.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

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