Page 38 of Stocking Stuffers
She laughed. “No, I actually do. I’m just a brat.”
“I love that about you,” he said as he slid the Fingerslip over his index finger. Then he grabbed the Rimmy and flipped her onto her stomach.
Her head spun. She watched over her shoulder as Perry spread lube on the toy, then turned it on. It didn’t exactly have vibration, but instead, tiny beads rotated around the stem of the plug.
“Can I use this on you?” he asked her. “Do you want it?”
“God, yes. Please.”
With a rough tug, he brought her up onto her knees and spread her legs wide, exposing her. He touched the Rimmy to her asshole, and she breathed out slowly. The lube was slick but not messy, and she could take the toy easily. She knew from experience.
She also knew that it would make her legs shake and uncontrollable noises fall from her lips.
Perry pressed it in slowly but surely and within seconds it was seated. The rotating beads were meant to feel like rimming, and she groaned at the onslaught. The Rimmy was small but sent a delicious stretch through her. Her legs trembled, and she gasped through the sudden, silky pleasure.
God, how that must look to him? It made her stomach flutter. The end of the Rimmy was metal and shiny, and it had to be peeking up through her cheeks, giving him quite the show.
“You’re beautiful,” he said unevenly. He shouldered her legs further apart, then leaned down and licked her clit. His nose rubbed through the folds of her pussy.
She cried out, surprised by his mouth. He sucked on her clit before pulling the plug out slightly and gently pushing it back in. He kept this up for several minutes, a nice slow thrusting of the Rimmy and intense suction on her clit.
She squirmed against his mouth, unable to stay still, as he devoured her. She felt the slickness of her arousal dripping down her thighs and the wetness of the toy as it slipped in and out of her.
“Perry. This is … You’re so … Oh, holy hell.”
He tossed her onto her back with a sexy, fucking growl. The abrupt movement made the Rimmy press and shift inside her, which punched her excitement up another notch.
While hovering over her between her legs, Perry snuck his finger, equipped with the vibrating Fingerslip, into her cunt and touched her G-spot lightly, the vibration enough to make her back bow off the bed. His mouth found her again, the rough scratch of his beard lighting up her sensitive flesh. Everything was wet and slippery.
“You have such good hand-mouth coordination,” she said, her voice strained and faint.
He chuckled against her, his lips humming against her clit. She fisted his hair.
Her orgasm slammed into her like a train thundering down the tracks, whistle blowing. Her body clenched and pulsed around his finger, around the plug.
All she could see were Christmas colors and lights and the blood red of Perry’s mouth as he lifted his lips away from her.
His beard was wet.
Damn, she could get used to that sight.
* * *
Perry suckedthe taste of Sasha off his lips.
So fucking perfect.
She was shaking, coming down from her orgasm, an almost pained expression on her face, her eyebrows pinched and her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You okay, beautiful?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Her voice was breathy and strained. “I’m still, you know,fuck.” She gestured down to where his finger, wearing the nifty Fingerslip, was lodged between her pussy lips. The Rimmy was happily working its magic too. She tipped her head back, exposing the gorgeous long length of her neck.
“Feeling it?”
She nodded on a gasp.
God, he wanted her. Wanted to be inside her in every way possible. Wanted her to be so overwhelmed with sensation that she screamed and held him close and kissed him like he was her only source of oxygen.
