A:N Holy Shit Already At Part 16!!!! *Gives Pat On The Shoulder*
A late-day delivery, the little package sat unassuming on your doorstep, small and wrapped in unmarked white cardboard. There's no name on the label, just your address. Maybe it's a late wedding gift, you think, or maybe you ordered something and simply forgot before it arrived. You bring it inside and slice open the packing tape with a pair of scissors, completely unprepared for what's nestled inside.
"Uh, Erwin?" You hear your husband rise from his chair in the other room.
"Yes?" He strolls into the dining room, where the box sits on the table, flaps open.
"Did you order this?" Maybe you should have asked before you opened the box, but what's done is done.
Erwin slides up behind you, hands on your hips as he looks down into the package. Padded with bubble wrap is another box, this one clearly marked. It holds a smooth, black silicone butt plug, far larger than any you've ever used.
"Oh," Erwin chuckles, perhaps a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I did. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess the packaging was a little too discreet."
Heat rises at the back of your neck. You're intrigued, flattered even, that Erwin had planned something for you, but...
"I think it might be a little big for me," you admit.
A soft kiss tickles your temple, Erwin's lips pressing to the familiar patch of skin. "Oh, darling," he breathes. "This is for me."
You've barely processed the words, mouth open in shock, before he lifts the plug out of the box, revealing another toy beneath it: a purple rubber cock ring in a clear plastic sleeve. "This too."
You spin to face him. "What?" It's not that you don't know what they're for, but you're used to Erwin using toys on you, not himself. Your mind flits back to the size of the plug. "When did you...?"
"I've been practicing." The shock catches in your chest and you choke, heart fluttering. Erwin raises a thick eyebrow. "Really? That surprised?" he teases.
Your hands find his waist, petting at his figure through his shirt, overcome by the sudden urge to touch him. "Kind of. I mean, I didn't know you'd been..." Your lips drift to the flash of skin where the top button of his shift is undone, leaving behind a kiss. "It's sexy though."
His own mouth drops to your neck, effortlessly pushing your body exactly where he wants it. He nibbles a little, the bridge of his nose brushing lightly against your jaw. "Want me to show you what I have in mind?" he mumbles.
Guiding him by the chin, you pull his lips to yours for a kiss. "Yeah, I do."
You're expecting him to lead you—carry you, even—off to the bedroom, but Erwin plops you down in the kitchen instead. He opens a bottle of wine and pours you a glass, instructing you to wait there with your phone so he can text you when he's ready. "There's a little bit of setup involved," he hints before taking his new toys upstairs with him.
You wait on a barstool at the kitchen island, bouncing your knee and downing your wine too quickly. You pour one more glass, for good measure, nursing it a little slower as a pleasurable tingle already works its way between your legs in anticipation. Though your marriage is new, your desire for each other is not, but Erwin has never been so secretive before. You trust him, completely and fully, but you only have an inkling of an idea about what awaits in your bedroom.
Your phone buzzes on the countertop as you finish the last sip of your wine.
Text from 'My Love': Ready for you.
