Page 82 of Fierce-Trent

No way he was saying no. “I’m game for anything,” he said.

“Good,” she said, moving out of her closet. If he found it funny she had her jeans and a bra on and he was just in his jeans, he kept it to himself. His dick was straining at his pants enough he needed to take them off anyway.

His hands went right to the waist of her jeans and undid the button, then slid them off of her. She did the same to him until they were both standing there in their underwear.

He glided the straps of her bra off her shoulders and then unhooked the clasp, her breasts free.

Her nipples were perky and begging for his touch.

His thumbs started to graze the tender skin and she arched into him.

He nudged her a few feet until her legs hit the bed and she went down on her back. His mouth went right where his thumb had been, licking and nipping at her.

“Have you ever used your toy here?” he asked.

“What?” she asked. “No. Just where it’s supposed to go.”

“Who says it’s not supposed to go here?” he asked.

He took it out of her hand, found the power switch, heard the noise. It wasn’t as fast as he’d thought it’d be.

“It’s got speeds on it,” she said.

“Of course it does,” he said, laughing. He found those speeds and tried them out before going back to the first one and placing it lightly against her nipple.

She all but jumped off the bed. “Oh wow,” she said. “That’s sensitive.”

He put it right back while his thumb and finger were pinching the other nipple. She was letting out a lot of moans that he hadn’t heard before.

It was fueling his body more than he thought it might.

“Good,” he said. “Tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like.”

“I like everything you do,” she said.

He was thrilled to hear her say that. “I like doing this to you,” he said.

But he wanted to do more. She was so reactive to his touch. To this toy too.

He pushed her panties down with one hand.

“Take yours off too,” she said.

He did as she said. Her hand went right for his cock. Her fingernails lightly grazed it up and down.

“Don’t do that too much,” he said. “I’m not sure I can last all that long.”

“Me neither,” she said.

“Let’s see.”

He put the vibrating toy next to her swollen bud and watched as her hips all but flew off the bed.

He started to slide it up around between her lips and back to her bud, her body arching, her breath panting out.

“That’s the spot,” she said, her voice rising, and he had to say it was bliss watching her come. Most times he was too busy doing all the work to watch what was happening to her body right now.

He didn’t move the toy though, letting her get as much pleasure out of it as she could.

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