He reappears with a black box wrapped in gold ribbon. He passes it over. “Don’t freak out.”
“Okay….” I open the box and stare down at the black egg. I frown. “What’s this?”
“A little bit of fun.”
I stare at it as I pick it up. It has a latex texture. My eyes rise to meet his. “And what do you do with this?”
Nathan smiles darkly and spreads my legs. He rubs his fingertips over my panties. “You wear it.”
“Where?”
He puts his finger into the side of my panties, and he slides his two fingers deep into my sex. “Here.”
My eyes flutter closed. “I’m already wearing a butt plug, Nathan,” I remind him. He put it in this afternoon as he went down on me.
I swear to God, this man is going to fuck me to death.
He smiles as he takes my lips in his. He sucks on them as his tongue does that twirling thing it does so well. “They go together, babe,” he breathes.
Arousal heats my blood. “How much longer am I in this training stage?”
He rubs the egg over my panties. “Wear this tonight, and it will be the last session.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to wear it… out?” I gasp. We’ve only played around at home before. This is next level crazy.
“Why not?”
I shrug. “Because…” I pause as I search for the right wording, “it’s rude, Nathan.”
He chuckles as he slips the egg under my panties and rubs it back and forth through my wet lips. “That’s the point, babe.”
“You want me to wear a butt plug and an egg thing… inside my body… at the same time, while we go to dinner?” I rasp.
“Yes.” He nods, smirking. “I do.”
My eyes widen. “Nathan.”
“Humor me.” He laughs as he pulls me closer for a kiss.
“This could be disastrous,” I murmur against his lips.
“Or just fucking hot.” He spreads my legs and puts them up on the counter. He slowly slides the egg deep inside my body.
My eyes close. “Ohh…” I whimper as my body sucks it in. I’m already teetering on the edge of an orgasm from his plug.
“How does th
at feel?” He rearranges his hard dick in his pants.
I frown and squirm as I try get used to the sensation. “Full.”
He bites his bottom lip as he watches me. “Just how I like it.” He rubs my sex through my panties. “Let’s go. If we stay here any longer, you’re getting it good.”
He takes my hand and drags me off the counter. Something tells me I’m going to get it good, anyway.
An hour later, Nathan and I are sitting at a table in our favorite bar. It’s bustling, and I just want to stare at my ring.
“I’ll get us another drink, babe. Margarita?”