Page 125 of Delirium
“Storm! Stop fucking around.” But I was just getting started.
I pulled away from the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I murmured, walking toward the nightstand on her right, and opening the first drawer. I’d been planning this for so long, waiting for the day when she would be here, spread for me, waiting for what’s about to come.
I wanted us to play, to christen every single spot in this house. As I pulled out a small vibrator from the drawer, her eyes widened, moving from the object in my hand to my face.
“What are you going to do with that?” she panted.
“You’ll see.” I grinned wolfishly and climbed on top of the bed. “On your knees and arms, Sunshine.”
“Fuck,” she groaned, obeying the command. She turned around, slowly lifting herself on all fours, looking at me over her shoulder.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look like this,” I praised, dragging my hand over her ass cheek. “Ready for me, eager—”
“Storm,” she moaned. Without waiting for another second, I lifted my hand, bringing it down on her ass cheek, my palm connecting with her soft flesh. “Fuck!” She groaned, wiggling in front of me.
I spanked her again, and again, and again, until she couldn’t contain her moans, begging me to take her over the edge.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I instructed, taking one of the pillows from the bed and placing it under her belly. “That’s it,” I purred as she spread her knees further, opening herself to me. “Such a good girl.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Pressing the small button on the vibrator, the device started buzzing, filling in the space between her moans and whimpers. As I pressed it through her folds, she almost jumped off of the bed. My hand pressed to her hip, keeping her in place as I dragged the vibrator from her clit to her opening and all the way back, to her ass.
“I want you to enjoy this, to remember this as a new beginning,” I murmured, removing the vibrator and pushing two fingers through her tight heat, feeling her clench around me.
“Oh my fucking God!”
“God isn’t here tonight, baby girl.” I smirked. “But I am.”
“Please.” She wiggled, pulling my fingers in. “I need… God,” she whimpered, pressing her cheek down on the bed. “Please.”
“Be patient,” I murmured, dragging the juices from her pussy to her ass, preparing her as I pressed my forefinger to her opening, and back, repeating the same over and over again.
“Storm, I can’t,” she moaned, panting. “I need to… I need to come, dammit!”
Her entire body trembled, coiled from the need to erupt around me, but not yet. Not fucking yet.
I lifted the vibrator and leaned over her, spreading her ass cheeks as I spat on her puckered hole, lubing her up with her own juices. Without warning, I pressed one finger inside of her, as she bucked around me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I plunged in and out, pushing the juices inside of her ass, preparing her for the vibrator.
“My God,” she groaned. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yeah, you can.” I grinned, feeling the sweat running down my back.
“Now be a good girl, Sunshine, and relax for me,” I purred, kissing her lower back, and slowly pushing the vibrator inside her, then pulling it out and then back in, while she moaned, bucked, and writhed under me. “Such a good girl, baby,” I hummed. “Taking it so well.”
“Storm!” she bellowed. “I need you. I need…”
“What do you need, Sunshine?”
“I need your fucking cock, you ass.”
I laughed at her outburst, but within a second, I lined up at her opening, coating my cock in her juices, dragging the head through her folds, and pressing against her clit.
“Fuck!” she moaned. “Stop playing around… Please.”
And what my girl wanted, she always got.
