In Full Bloom (Second Chances 1)

“No,” she said. “Just some light around the edges.”

She heard more rummaging again, and waited breathlessly for something to happen. For anything to happen. She was slowly being driven insane. But then again, she supposed that was the point.

When the bed dipped, she felt a hand drift over her belly and trail down toward her aching pussy. She didn’t raise her hips, though she was desperate for him to touch her. She knew he’d only move his hand away.

He trailed his fingers over the telltale wetness on her thighs and asked, “Did sucking my cock make you wet, sweetheart?”

She nodded, though he clearly already knew the answer to that question.

He asked her again, his voice more sharp, “Did sucking my cock make you wet?”

He was clearly looking for a verbal response. So she answered honestly, “Yes. Sucking your cock always makes me wet. I like the feel of you in my mouth and knowing that I’m giving you pleasure.”

There was a beat of silence before the bed shifted. She felt his mouth press against hers. He slowly sucked her bottom lip between his, nipping it between his teeth. When she opened her mouth, he dipped his tongue in and gave her a leisurely kiss that left her desperate to pull him closer.

She made a sound of disappointment when he gentled the kiss and backed away.

“I think you’ll enjoy this much more,” he said.

A moment later, she felt the drag of something foreign across her belly. Almost like plastic. She concentrated on the sensation, trying to figure out what it was. As he rubbed it over her breasts, she shifted slightly, but still didn’t manage to feel anything but the light drag of it over her flesh.

He continued to tease her for minutes until she heard the flick of a switch, followed by a light buzzing. Whatever it was, it vibrated. Thank god.

She felt her nipples tighten even further when he trailed it against her belly, drawing slow circles. Finally, he moved her legs apart and ran it across the wetness at the top of her thighs.

“Come as often as you like, baby. Scream if you need to, but don’t move your hands.”

She started to nod, then began to shudder, coming almost immediately after he touched it to her pussy. Her back arched, she cried out as wave after wave of release pummeled her. She was on the verge of being unable to breathe when he backed off.

She panted wildly, trying to catch her breath. When her breathing became less rapid, he shifted it back so that it lay directly on her clit. She came again, unable to stop herself. Raising her hips to press against it, she continued to whimper as she felt another orgasm coming on.

She continued to shudder against the toy for long minutes until he finally flipped it off. As she struggled to control her breathing, she felt his hand against her cheek. She pressed her cheek against it, unable to form words.

When she was finally able to speak again, she said, “Wow.”

He leaned in and took her mouth with his again, this time kissing her with more urgency. As he stretched out beside her, she longed to take her hands off the headboard and run them through his hair. She wanted him pressed up against her, inside her.

Soon, she felt her pulse start to even out again. Her heart was no longer beating so rapidly that she was afraid it would come out of her chest. As if he realized that she was getting too comfortable, he began to work his way down her body.

He firmly gripped one breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth. She arched against him as she felt the rasp of his tongue against her. He spent long minutes teasing her breasts with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He gently rubbed his five o’clock shadow along the soft underside. He seemed to know exactly how to turn her into an incomprehensible mess.

When she felt the drag of something cold and metallic across her skin, she gave a small shiver. He drew his head back and reached up to pinch her nipple between his fingers. He said, “Let me know if it’s too much.”

She nodded.

“Tell me when,” he said.

A moment later she felt him move his fingers but felt the pinch of something foreign against her nipple. The pinching became more urgent until she gave a small wince and said, “When. When.”

The pain backed off, and she now felt the sensation that her nipple was being gripped, though she knew it wasn’t by him. She felt him climb over her, his rigid erection brushing against her in the process.

Again, she felt his mouth on her other breast, then the foreign sensation of the other clamp being put on. When the sensation became too acute, she said, “When,” again.

He gently loosened the clamp, then picked up the chain that held the clamps together and gave it a slight tug. She felt twin spikes of sensation that shot all the way to her core.

She arched her back and said, “Oh fuck.”

“Too much?” he asked.