Erotic one shots for the night II [Completed]

Toys

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with desire and the heady scent of lavender. Their bodies moved in an intricate dance, a choreographed routine honed over countless hours of practice. She arched her back, her fingernails scratching softly against the hardwood floor as he thrust into her, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat. He reached behind her, his strong hands cupping her ample ass cheeks, and pulled her closer still. She moaned, the sound filling the room and reverberating deep within him.

The bedside table was littered with an array of sex toys, each more elaborate than the last. There was a purple vibrator the size of his thumb, a black leather flogger with soft tails, and a glass dildo that gleamed like a beacon in the low light. He grabbed the vibrator, teasing her with it before sliding it expertly between her lips. She cried out, her body tensing as the vibration sent shockwaves through her most intimate parts.

He moved the vibrator in a circular motion, finding her sweet spot and driving her wild. She bucked against his hand, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. He smiled, the expression softening his features, as he watched her lose control. With one fluid motion, he reached for the flogger, running a practiced eye over its soft tails before bringing it down sharply across her overheated skin.

The leather made a sharp cracking sound as it connected with her ass, and she cried out, her body tensing beneath the sting. But it wasn't pain that she felt; it was pleasure, the exquisite sting of the leather against her flesh sending shockwaves through her. He brought the flogger down again, this time in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to sync up with their movements. She moaned, her hips moving in time with the beat of the leather, her body craving more and more of the sensation.

He could feel her body tightening around him, and with a growl, he withdrew from her, rolling her onto her stomach. She cried out in protest, wanting more, needing more. He smiled down at her, the expression wicked and satisfied. He grasped the glass dildo, its cool surface a welcome contrast to the heat of their bodies, and positioned it at her entrance. With a force that made her gasp, he thrust it inside her, feeling the smooth glass slide effortlessly against her wetness.

She moaned, the sound vibrating through the room as she arched her back, pressing back against him. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers as he worked the dildo in and out of her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; it was almost as if he were a part of her, their bodies becoming one as they moved together. He reached around her, finding her clit, and began to tease it with his fingers, circling it in a gentle, rhythmic pattern.

She cried out, her body tensing as the sensations built inside her. Her nails dug into the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He increased the pace, his hips thrusting harder against hers as he felt her body begin to quiver on the brink of release. With one final thrust, he pushed her over the edge, her cries filling the room as she came, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his own release hot and powerful as it spilled deep inside her.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies tangled together on the floor. He reached down, carefully retrieving the dildo from her, and set it aside. Then, with a soft laugh, he rolled to the side, pulling her into his embrace. She nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart as it raced from their exertions. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she felt a contentment wash over her that she hadn't known was possible. They lay like that for a while, enjoying the afterglow of their passion, the scent of lavender filling the air.

Finally, he pulled away, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His eyes were dark and serious as he asked, "So, how was that?"She smiled up at him, her chest still rising and falling with each ragged breath. "That," she said, "was absolutely incredible."

He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "Good to know."

He rolled her onto her stomach again, his hands running down her back as he positioned her over his lap. She arched her back, anticipation coursing through her veins as he brought the flogger down again, this time harder than before. The sting of the leather against her ass was exquisite, and she cried out, her hips moving in time with the blows. He increased the speed, the leather striking her flesh in a rhythmic pattern that was almost hypnotic. Her body responded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her.

He could feel her muscles tensing beneath his hands, and with a growl, he spanked her harder, the sound of the leather connecting with her flesh echoing through the room. She cried out, her nails scrabbling against the floor as she fought for purchase, her body arching back against the onslaught of sensation.

With one final, powerful swing of the flogger, he brought her to the brink of orgasm. Her body tensed, her hips bucking wildly against his lap as she came, her cries filling the room. He continued to stroke her, his hands moving in a soothing pattern across her back and bottom, until she had calmed once more. He pulled her up into his embrace, their chests heaving together as they caught their breath.

She ran her fingers through his hair, marveling at the feeling of being so close to him. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his lips tracing a path down her collarbone. She shivered, her body responding to his touch. They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing from the exertion of their passion, the scent of lavender filling the air.

Finally, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Their bodies fit together perfectly, their skin slick with sweat. He looked into her eyes, his own dark and intense as he asked, "What do you want me to do next?"

She smiled, knowing that whatever he chose, it would be perfect. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "I trust you."

He savored the taste of her, the softness of her skin against his, the feel of her body moving against his. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He knew she was just as affected by their encounter as he was.

He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. With his fingers, he traced lazy circles around her nipples, watching as they hardened into peaks. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently as he teased the other with his fingers. She arched her back, crying out his name as pleasure washed over her. He moved his hand lower, tracing the outline of her folds, feeling her wetness as she grew more aroused.

He pushed two fingers inside her, his other hand moving to stroke her clit in a steady rhythm. Her hips bucked against his touch, and she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets. He increased the pace, feeling her body tense as she neared her release. With one final thrust, he pushed her over the edge, her cries filling the room as she came, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he knew she was close.

He pulled his fingers free, positioning himself at her entrance. She looked up at him, their eyes locked, as he pushed slowly inside her. It felt so good to be connected to her like this, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He began to thrust, harder and faster, feeling the familiar heat building inside him as she rode him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He felt her body tense again, and this time he knew she was close. He increased the pace, his thrusts deeper and more urgent, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him. With a groan, he let go, his body tensing as he came, his seed spilling deep inside her. They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies tangled together on the bed.

Finally, he rolled to the side, pulling her into his embrace. She nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart as it raced from their exertions. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she felt a contentment wash over her that she hadn't known was possible. They lay like that for a while, enjoying the afterglow of their passion, the scent of lavender filling the air.

She knew that this was just the beginning, that there were countless ways they could explore their connection and their desires together. For now, though, she was content to lie in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart against hers.