Page 72 of Afternoon Delight
He stole a pillow and slid off the bed to kneel on it. Then he dragged my hips into position and pushed my thigh back up to my chest, leaving his hand behind my knee to hold it there. The butt plug shifted inside me as he worked his finger into the ring on its base.
I wanted that finger inside my pussy like I’d never wanted anything else, but this was exciting, too. When the back of his hand was flush against the bottom of my buttocks, I tested how much I could move. There wasn’t pain, exactly. More like a zing of intense sensation that made my pussy flood with need.
“This is my best day ever, Meg. I hope you know that.” The pad of his thumb rubbed against my taint, teasing my vagina. He dropped his head and lazily ran his tongue into the furrows of my inner lips, taking his time as he got to know every nook and fold.
Each time I started to wiggle in impatience or encouragement, that weight inside me shifted, and my sensitized anus stung against the protruding shape. My pussy clenched, and I nearly died of yearning.
“Fuck, Zak,” I moaned, wanting to move, wanting to come, wanting to ride his face and feel his cock inside me. “Suck my clit. Please.”
He groaned and tongued my hole, making me squirm and take those delightfully soft stabs in my ass before he finally worked his way to my clit.
That’s when I understood nuclear fusion. Points of pleasure folded in upon themselves like molecules being compressed into too small a space. It became impossible to contain the intensity. The power.
I was saying things. I was trying not to move, but I was moving enough to make the plug shift in small thrusts. I was so wet. So tense. So ready and so close.
Then he sucked on my clit, and the explosion happened.
I think I screamed. I know my thighs clamped onto his head. It was too much. Too good. Contractions struck like gongs inside me, emanating huge waves of pleasure. It went on for a really long time, almost a punishment, but so fucking good.
He hugged my thighs and sucked my clit, and I had another quick little orgasm before the waves finally began to fade.
When I was spent and my thighs weakly fell open, he rose and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He returned, picked up a condom, and rolled it on, watching me as he did.
“I don’t know if I can wait for you to come again,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I can barely touch myself right now.”
I liked hearing that. I wanted to ride his hips and come again, but I didn’t think I had the energy.
Instead, I let him roll me onto my stomach over a pillow and groaned as I welcomed the slide of his heavy cock into my aching, needy pussy. The plug made the penetration feel different. The angle was new and every part of my insides were being touched.
Maybe it was just him.
“Oh, fuck,” Zak said, gripping my hips and giving a testing stroke. “Okay, Meg? Because—” He groaned and thrust a little harder.
I’d been afraid I’d feel the silicone of the ring—that it might hurt. But it was soft enough that the ring collapsed between us as he moved, so I was only vaguely aware of it. Mostly, I was caught in a vise of electric sensations. Currents ran through me as his cock slid in and out, his hips retreating and slamming into my ass.
I pushed up onto my arms, holding still for the impact, moaning out my ecstasy as every single nerve ending in my pelvis sang.
“Oh, fuck, Meg.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged. His hard thrusts were pushing me toward the edge at breakneck speed. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop. I am. I am. Oh, God?—”
Orgasm struck, and he was only two strokes behind me. He clamped one hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder, and held himself deep and hard inside me, throbbing powerfully while his ragged shouts were probably heard all the way across town.
Chapter 39
Zak
We showered together, and Meg washed the plug while we were in there. We didn’t talk much, but we used a lot of soap on each other and necked a lot. I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off her.
Afterward, as we dressed, I asked if she wanted to get a drink.
“Yes,” she said in a voice that held a very large but. “But Shelby will be here soon.”
She was excited to see her. I already knew that. I had my own family to get back to.
But I really wanted to stay in this room with her, possibly forever.
She picked up the gift bag and dropped the lube into it, looking pensive.
