Page 47 of Kissing Kayley
Itwasgood.
Reallygood.
I had to admit that, paired with his exquisite talent giving me head, I wasreallyenjoying this. It provided an extra, complex dimension to my pleasure. Like sprinkling salt on watermelon to make it taste even sweeter.
“Hang on, baby,” he said, the chuckle clearly present in his voice. “I’m not done yet.”
I felt something not his finger pressing for entrance at my ass. Before he breached me with it, his mouth returned to my clit, and seconds later I was exploding, coming damned hard and trying to rock my hips against his mouth. The feel of my body clamping down on the toy inside me exquisitely heightened mypleasure and I wasn’t sure I might not be speaking in tongues at that point.
I finally had to beg for him to stop making me come and I melted into the mattress, breathing hard.
After placing one last kiss on my clit, he moved up the bed again to stretch out next to me, kissing me. I tasted myself on his lips and belatedly realized the butt plug was still inside me.
“How was that?” he asked.
I nodded. At least, I think I nodded. “Fantastic!”
When he gently removed the blindfold, I found him wearing a brilliantly sexy smile. “How about we relax in the hot tub for a few?” he suggested.
I felt his erection rubbing against my thigh. “What about you?”
“What about me?” He reached up to free my hands.
“I mean what about making you come?”
He nuzzled my nose while he massaged my hands, making sure they were okay. “I’m fine. I’d like to go stretch out in the hot tub with you for a little bit. Then, if you’re feeling up to it, we can come back in here and I’ll put you on your hands and knees and fuck you with the butt plug inside you. Maybe even use one of those vibrators on you while I do.”
My mouth went dry. “Oh! Okay!”
Because… yeah.
That sounded haaaaawt!
I sat up and sneezed again. “Dang it,” I muttered. “I thought the meds took care of that.”
He immediately scowled. “Are you okay? We don’t have to?—”
“I’mfine,” I insisted. “Let’s try out that hot tub.”
He helped me out of bed and then grabbed a couple of towels for us. No one could see us on the private lanai, but if we made noise we could be heard.
I knew this because what sounded like two or three rooms to our right someone was getting busy in their hot tub.
Vic smiled at me. “See?” he softly said. “We’re among like-minded folks here.”
He offered me a steadying hand from behind to help me step up into the hot tub… and that’s when disaster struck.
I had one foot on the ground and one on the first step when a sneezing attack hit.
Which also triggered a massive, Mexican-food-fueled fart. Now, I don’t mean a littletoot, or ameep-meep.
No, I mean a Peterbilt-semi-airhornbwhhhaaaap.
Before I could react or squeeze my legs together, my sexy new friend unceremoniously yeeted itself from my posterior. Behind me, Vic let out a pained grunt and dropped my hand.
Mortified, because I was afraid I’d just sharted all over my guy, I turned to find him kneeling on the lanai and…
Holding his junk.
