Finally, he groaned and drew his dick from her mouth, breathing, “No more, chere. I don’t wanna come yet.”
She didn’t want that, either. If she was tortured, so should he be.
“What now?” she asked, unable to go even a second without wanting him to touch her or kiss her, desperately needing their bodies to connect in some way.
His grin was as wicked and sensual as ever. “Now you get a surprise.”
Despite herself, she returned the smile. “Another vibrator?”
He shrugged behind his mask. “Mais, yes and no. But I promise that my adventurous Mardi Gras queen will like how it makes her feel.”
Curiosity bit at her, making her anxious to see what he had in store for her.
Kneeling beside her in bed, he reached to remove her panties, and she lifted her ass, letting him. “Spread for me,” he said. “I’ve missed seein’ this sweet little pussy.”
Pleased, she did as he asked and basked in the sexy joy of having him just look at her. She knew she was wet and wide open by now, knew his eyes were feasting on her tender pink flesh.
“So fuckin’ pretty, chere,” he said, eyes intent on her cunt.
Maybe he would fuck her now. Please, baby, give me that beautiful cock where I need it.
“Roll over.”
She did.
And then she felt the most peculiar sensation—something smooth and cool and wet sliding down the crack of her ass. “What…?”
“Shh.”
She quieted, intrigued and aroused enough not to argue.
The cool pressure continued until it reached her anus and there it played around the sensitive opening, making her sigh with a pleasure that radiated through her body. She’d assumed he would keep going then, with whatever this new tool was, that he would glide it down to her waiting pussy, but to her surprise, the unknown object continued to gently poke and prod and rub the little fissure.
Without planning it, she found herself lifting her ass off the bed toward the mystery tool, wanting this sweet, slow teasing to persist. Only she wasn’t really thinking about what might lay ahead, was only drinking in the pleasure of the moment, so it surprised her when she realized this new object was beginning to ease inside the tight, tiny opening. “Oh God,” she moaned.
“Feel good?”
She couldn’t deny it. “Mmm, yes. Strange…but good.” Like that day in the shower when he’d put his thumb inside her there, but different, because this was harder, more probing, than his thumb.
“Strange how?”
“That hole has never been opened before. Not like this. Oh!” she cried out when the object sank suddenly deeper into this unexplored part of her body.
“Still good?”
She tried to analyze the feeling. So different than having something in her pussy, yet…oddly satisfying. A whole new sensation, just when she’d thought there was nothing more completely new to experience. “Um, yes.”
“Good,” he said, and then—mmm—he began to gently slide the object in and out, in and out, and the hot sensations in her ass echoed through her cunt, making her clit ache for stimulation. “Merde, I wish you could see this, chere. Wish you could see your tight jolie little ass right now.”
She pulled in her breath at his words, the excitement in his voice.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
She bit her lip, thinking. “Different than anything I’ve ever known. Even more sensitive than my pussy, but in an entirely different way. And, oh, my poor clit. This is making it so hot, so needy.”
She’d been sure he’d enjoy hearing how tortured she was, but to her surprise, he gently rolled her over, careful not to let his special tool leave her snug asshole, then he spread her legs and, still fucking her ass with the toy, began to lick her swollen cunt.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned as his sweet tongue worked over her. The pressure in her ass magnified the effects of his licking. He started low in her pussy, but quickly moved up to her aching clit, delivering hard tongue strokes in the same rhythm he fucked her ass. Liz had never felt anything so blindingly pleasurable. She forgot where she was, who she was—she seemed to sink into the bed, through the floor, and into some dark, sweet blanket of black velvet sky, into a place where the only things that existed were her body and the man who set her wild soul free.
“God, yes, baby, lick me,” she moaned. “Make me come.” She was so ready, her body so primed—every inch of flesh on her bones needed that hot, furious release that she knew was only heartbeats away. “Yes, baby, lick my clit. Lick it. Lick it. Lick it.” She said it in time with his sweet tonguing, and thought her pussy and ass would burst apart with all the pleasure rushing through them. She whimpered as the orgasm got nearer, nearer, just within reach, and then—oh God, she came so hard it almost hurt. Each hot, staggering burst of heat and pleasure wracked her body with spasms that left her weak. “Oh…” she murmured as the rough orgasm slowly began to fade, leaving her limp and feeling unbelievably well-fucked, considering that his cock hadn’t even been involved.
She opened her eyes to find him kneeling between her legs, gazing down at her from behind that
