Page 108 of Play With Me
My cock swells.
“Can I endorse a pussy?” I muse, before stroking my tongue along her slit, drawing the flat of my tongue teasingly against her clit. She shudders.
“I’ve never seen it done,” she gasps.
I bend down and stroke her again, relishing in the sweet taste of her. She cries out.
“Guess I’ll be an innovator. Sweetest, most beautiful pussy in the whole fucking world.”
She rises up on her elbows, her face strained as she looks at me over the stretched fabric of her tights across her thighs.
I meet her eyes as I stroke her clit with my tongue, loving the way she shivers at my touch, her eyes rolling upward.
“But Jude,” she gasps.
I pause, an eyebrow up.
“No one’s going to buy something that’s broken.”
I sit up. “Broken?”
She nods, lowering her legs. “You can’t make me…arrive like this. I can’t do it.”
I climb up next to her on the bed, resting my head on my elbow. “Nora…Annie…my sweet girl. We’re going to get you there.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve tried.”
“I haven’t.” I drag a hand up her thigh next to me, dancing my fingers in the wetness where my tongue was a moment ago. Besides, I got us some supplies, yesterday. In town.”
“Supplies?”
I leap up and head for the closet. From up on the top shelf I pull down four giant shopping bags, filled to the brim. “To help bridge the gap, until I can make you come all on my own.”
She shrieks as I upend the bags next to her. I help pull her skirt down to cover herself as she gapes at the dozens of boxes on the bed, each with an image or name on its side indicating that yes, I’d cleaned out an adult shop of nearly every vibrator and dildo they owned.
“Jude!” She laughs. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“Neither could the clerk. ‘Mon Dieu,’ I think were her words.”
Nora laughs through her hands covering her mouth.
“Now, no pressure, but I thought we might try this one first.” I pull out the biggest box of the bunch, a comically oversized dildo, that when I pull it out flops from side to side.
“Just kidding. This one’s just for fun.”
Nora laughs so hard she cries.
We spend the next few minutes combing through the assortment of toys until she shyly picks out two: a rosebud-looking thing, and a fairly straightforward vibrating dick.
I clear the rest of them off the bed with a sweep of my arm, then roll up my sleeves to get to work.
In the end, we try out more than two. I use six of them on her, testing between different settings and angles. I never much liked science when I was in school, but I fully change my mind during this sexy-as-fuck experiment.
She gets the most mind-blowing orgasms, it turns out, from the regular dildo, and this little suction thingy on her clit, and it works best when I get her on her hands and knees, with her holding the vibrator on her clit and I work the dildo in and out of her gorgeous pussy.
“You sure you don’t want to try swapping out?” she breathes, looking over her shoulder at the thick bulge in my pants.
“Not now,” I grunt, as much as I want to fuck her so badly my cock aches. “This is science.”
