Page 39 of Stocking Stuffers
He pulled his finger out of her but left the Rimmy. He nudged it gently. “Do I need to take this out?”
She shook her head. “It’s good. Really good.”
He grinned. “Umm, can we? Do you want …” He sighed as reality came crashing down. “I don’t have any condoms with me. Not that you’d want to have sex. But if you did. I don’t have condoms, so we can’t. God, I’ll shut up now.” He hid his face against her thigh, pressing the heat of his blush into her skin.
She laughed. “I do want that. There’s some in the front pocket of my toy bag,” she said, with a wave toward her roller bag. He crawled out of bed and found a rubber right where she’d said.
These small roadblocks, the logistics of sex, had always tripped him up and made him self-conscious, but Sasha watched his movements with thinly veiled need.
When he was back between her thighs, he thrust two digits into her, catching her slickness on his fingertips. Her warmth, her wetness, the sight of her spread in front of him—it all coalesced in his chest, made him shake from his desire to get inside her, to make her need as sharp and overwhelming as his. He fucked her with his fingers shallowly, and with his other hand, he thrummed his index finger, sheathed in the Fingerslip, over her clit. He wished he had a third hand available to play with the Rimmy too, but, alas, he was not so equipped. He loved the fact that it had been going the whole time, giving her constant stimulation.
The tension in her came on in bits and pieces. First the curling of her toes, then the arch of her feet. Next, her hands fisting the sheets. And finally, she tensed up at the waist, her shoulder blades leaving the bed. He pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb, and she thrashed.
“Perry,oh God.”
That tension snapped and her cunt pulsed around his fingers. She moaned low in her throat—a sexy, tortured sound—and her body shook from the force of her climax.
When her back hit the bed again, he pulled out his fingers and sucked her juices off them. He could die happy with her taste on his lips.
“You ready for this?” Sasha said, her voice cracking. She held up the Shimmy and Shake Cock Ring. “You need to put it on before you’re fully hard.”
“I’ve never used one.”
“Yup. All right.” She shook her head, like she was trying to clear the cotton from it, obviously not fully recovered from her two orgasms yet. Then she spread lube around the inside of the smooth silicone ring. It had a ridged oval on the top that he’d assumed was a clitoral vibrator, but she adjusted the oval so it faced down as she slid the ring behind his balls and up over his shaft. The oval was nestled against his perineum.
She glanced up at him. “You okay? Does it hurt at all? Tell the truth.”
His cock quickly stiffened, the veins prominent. It felt different but not bad. Just intense. “No. It’s good.”
“Great.” She pressed a little button next to the oval to turn the vibration on. It created a soft pulsing against the back of his balls and sent a rush of fire to his head. “What about now? Still okay?”
“Uh-huh.” He was better than okay. He could hardly form words.
Next he skinned on a condom and dribbled lube over his cock. She stared, eyes hungry again. He held up the Fingerslip. “Trade?”
“Okay.” Her voice was breathy.
With a smile, he took the Fingerslip off his hand and tenderly placed it onto her index finger.
“Remember when you asked me if I’d heard of the orgasm gap?” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. “This okay?”
“Yes.” She went down onto her elbows, her head hanging. He spread her ass cheeks, and she made a vulnerable, hitching sound. Her body was gorgeous. Everything about it. He nudged the Rimmy, and she shivered hard.
“I want to … Can I take this out?” he asked, with another nudge against the sex toy. He wanted to see all of her. She nodded, so he gently pulled the Rimmy free.
He lightly traced her asshole with his thumb, trying to touch every part of her, learn her, experience as much as he could before this ended.
“I know about the orgasm gap because of romance novels,” he continued. He pressed the head of his slick cock between the lips of her pussy, and it was so warm and so soft that he couldn’t help but push in another inch. The sensation on his dick was incredible, more powerful than usual, like his skin was extra sensitive.
They both sucked in greedy, lusty breaths at the same time.
Through gritted teeth, he said, “Heroines in romance novels normally have double the orgasms of the heroes. It’s a reversal of the orgasm gap in real life. I love that about romance novels. One of my favorite things.”
He thrust deeper, and her back bowed, the deep ditch of her spine a beautiful, bright line.
“Am I going to be able to help you come again, Sasha?” he asked. A blush was spreading across her back, and he was sure it would be vibrant on her breasts and face, if he were to turn her over.
“Yeah, probably,” she said breathlessly. “The lube was a good choice.”
