Page 36 of Wishing Stone

“That’s it, angel. You deserved that, but I’m not done with you yet,” I told her. “Put your arms above your head. Hang on to the rails of the headboard, and don’t let go.”

With the vibrating bullet still on and inside of her, I curved my index finger and pushed it inside her soaking wet heat. I teased her for a moment, rubbing against her G-spot and twisting to slather my finger with her moisture. Then, pulling it out, I prodded her puckered rear hole for a moment before plunging into her succulent ass.

Her body twisted in pleasure, but being the good girl that I’d taught her to be, her arms never moved from above her head. I worked her over with a litany of sensations—tongue, vibrator, finger. I hit all her pleasure points until her cries became frantic and I couldn’t tell the difference between a prayer and a curse.

When her second orgasm hit, she came hard and violent, her body bucking and trembling from the impact. Pulling back, I removed my finger and the vibrating bullet from the clutches of the body, then climbed up her to take her mouth fully.

Our tongues mashed, our saliva mixing with the tangy juices of our ecstasy. I trailed open-mouthed kisses over her jaw, nipped at her earlobe with my teeth, and sucked on her neck and the curve of her shoulders. When I began to suckle the soft skin around the peak of her areola, her back arched as she searched for more.

“Do you want to be fucked again, Krystina?”

“Yes, please,” she rasped.

“I’ll fuck you every way imaginable if that’s what you want,” I assured her. “But first, I want you to touch me. You can let go of the headboard now.”

She didn’t need further prompting. In an instant, Krystina’s hands were everywhere. Her fingers plunged into my hair, then clawed up and down my back, scoring at my flesh. She gripped my hips, then reached between us to wrap her delicate fingers around my cock. She tugged at the hard member, and I released a hiss of pleasure as her thumb tested the tip for precome. When she found it, she massaged the moisture into my length as her other hand applied pressure to my heavy sack.

My eyes never left her smoldering gaze as she continued to explore my body. She pumped my cock over and over again, her hips rising and falling with the motion of her hand. Then, widening her legs, she positioned my rigid member against her clit and began to rub against me. Her slick pussy was hot as she pleasured herself, and I moaned from the feel of her wet heat.

When her breathing became erratic, I knew she was close to climaxing again.

“That’s it, angel. Let me see you make yourself come.”

“When I come again, I want you inside me. Please, Alex,” she begged breathlessly.

Pulling back, her heavy-lidded eyes locked with mine. Restraint wasn’t an option. I had no will to deny her intrepid plea. Without waiting another moment, I grabbed her hands and pinned them down on each side of her head. Gripping her wrists tightly, I plunged into her molten heat and gave her what she craved.

I pushed deep into her, penetrating with aggression and burying myself until there was no way to tell where our bodies began and ended. Her wrists twisted in my grasp, fingers clawing at what little sheet she could find as she tried to find purchase.

We were one, two halves of a soul that could never be complete without the other. She was mine, and only mine, forever. It was only us and the legacy we would create. So when my orgasm finally burst forth in my final thrusts, I silently begged her womb to accept my seed, desperate to one day see her body swollen with my child.

Krystina layflaccid in the crook of my arm as our rapid heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm. She had one arm arched over her head while I ran a finger back and forth between her hipbones. Our skin was damp with sweat, but I was still able to appreciate how soft her skin felt.

“Alex, I was thinking about something,” she said, shifting to prop her head up on one hand. Her expression was coy, and it caused a low rumble of laughter to escape me.

“I know that look, angel. What do you want?”

“Nothing, really. Well, sort of. I was just thinking about your worries regarding the playroom. You view it as a hard limit, and I will respect that, but you know we don’t always have to do strenuous things in there. Right?”

I frowned as I tried to understand why she was pushing to use the playroom so much. She knew my concerns, and she seemed to understand my reasoning when I first told her.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at. I already told you the reason—”

“Yes, yes. I know, and we don’t need to rehash it because now it only makes me think about what happened the next day. Until you drew the connection for me, it never used to, but that’s not why I brought this up. I just don’t see why we can’t bring what we just did here, in the bedroom, to the playroom. Then maybe add a bit more kink.”

“Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?”

“Oh, god! Of course not!” she said hurriedly with a shake of her head. “I just worry that… well….”

I angled my head and furrowed my brow, curious over her hesitation.

“Go on,” I prompted.

“I don’t want you to get bored with vanilla—get bored with me.”

This time, I really did laugh but pulled her tight to my chest to make sure she knew I wasn’t laughing at her. I just found the absurdity of her worry to be comical.

“Angel, I could never be bored with you. I just don’t trust myself to be as careful as I need to be with you when we’re in the heat of the moment.”

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