“Saw a picture,” I whispered. “When I was seventeen. A woman in a magazine like this.”
His hands kept moving light and sweet over my skin.
“You liked it.”
“Yes.”
“I like it, too, baby. You right there like that for me, gorgeous.”
My insides warmed.
“The plug enough?”
I didn’t understand his question.
“Sorry?”
He slid his hands to my hips, one thumb moving out to rest against my anus.
“Took to your plug like your pussy takes my cock. Got that one. Got a bigger one.”
My thighs quivered.
He either sensed it or they did it visibly because he moved his hand, fingers whispering between my legs and I made a mew, it felt so hot, nice, and sweet.
“She wants more,” he muttered.
Suddenly, and for the first time, I felt not right.
“I’m not weird.”
The air in the room stilled before the bed moved and I felt his teeth sink into the tender cheek of my ass.
He must have lifted because his voice came from above as his hand cupped my sex and he said, “Nothin’ is weird.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“You like a full ass while I play, that’s what you like. That’s it. It’s not weird.”
“Okay, Deacon.”
“You want it, Cassie, told you time and again, I’ll give it to you.”
“Thank you, honey.”
“Would love to keep you like this, make you wait, come back and play, but I want your arms around me for a while and then I want you to suck my dick vanilla.”
That got me another thigh quiver.
“You ready to be released?”
“Whatever you want, honey.”
That got me another brush of his lips across the cheek of my ass before he moved to release the bonds.
It took a bit to work the kinks out but I did this as Deacon adjusted the covers from under us to over us. I kept doing it, stretching and arching, while he pulled me into his arms.
Finally, I wrapped mine around him.