Page 35 of Sinners' Appetite
She shakes her head slightly. “I think I’d be fine with it. Though—I do like my sleep, so there’s a chance that I might wake up and tell you to fuck off.”
“What about anal?” I continue on.
“In my sleep? No fucking thank you…”
“You’re such a smart-ass.” I laugh. “I meant, in general.”
“With the size of your cock? Probably not.”
“There’s toys that can stretch you to fit me,” I explain. “if you ever wanna try it.”
“I mean—I’ll try anything once.”
“Good to hear,” I smirk. “You’ll need a safe word.”
“This sounds complicated.”
“Safety first, baby girl. Trust me, you’ll need one.”
She rolls her eyes. “Tree-house?” she asks.
“What? Why tree-house?”
“Because, I was just thinking about how hot it would be to fuck in a tree-house,” she chuckles.
“That’s random…”
“I’m tired…can we set boundaries tomorrow?” she asks, sliding under the covers and rolling over.
I stand and walk over to the light-switch, turning off the lights and then hop back into the bed. For some odd reason, I have the urge to wrap my arms around her. So, I place my hand on her hip, sliding it down over her stomach slowly. When she doesn’t try to pull away, I move myself closer to her until her back is resting against my chest.
“Good night, beautiful,” I whisper into her ear before planting a gentle kiss on the side of her neck.
“Good night…” she softly replies, reaching her hand down and placing it over mine. I close my eyes, resisting the urge to let my hand explore the rest of her body.
I’ll just wake her up later for that.
Myeyesflickeropenand it takes a moment to register that Malachi is under the blankets between my legs, lightly running his tongue up and down my pussy.
I’m somehow completely drenched already.
My hand wanders to his shoulder and I sink my fingernails into his skin as he starts to flick his tongue against my clit.
“Mmm…my play toy is awake now,” I hear him moan.
“Oh—fuck…” I whimper, trying so hard to hold off on the orgasm that’s quickly building inside me.
Next thing I know, I hear the distinct sound of my vibrator turning on. He runs it down the inside of my thigh, teasing me with it until bringing it to my clit. I jolt, thrusting my hips upward as he pushes it against me, his fingers slipping inside me at the same time.
I hear him click the button on the vibrator a few times, increasing the level to far beyond what I’ve ever used on myself. Igenerally stick to the second level and on special occasions—the third.
Suddenly, the stimulation feels like its too much. A painful ache travels through my core and I grab his hand, pulling it away from me for some relief.
“Just breathe, baby girl. I know you can handle it.”
I let out a whine as he returns the vibrator to my throbbing clit. This time, I challenge myself to let the pleasure take over.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls the vibrator away and slowly slides his fingers out of me.
