I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit

Part 3

The deep purple strap lays lewdly on the counter, waiting for you to pull away from Paige's grasp to ring it up. So far, she had pulled you back into the kiss three times, and since she had shattered any resolve you could have possibly mustered up, you were happy to let her continue as she pleased.

When she lets you go, her firm grip on your hips loosening to rest heavily on the curve of your waist, you look back toward where the toy is sitting. Picking up the plastic, you look it over, realizing she had picked a normal strap, and you shake the toy in derision.

"P, you can't buy this one," you say in a chiding tone, and her face changes from a look of pure content to confusion.

"Why the hell not?" She questions. "It's big and purple. And it's on sale!"

You struggle to hold back a laugh. Despite her growing wealth, Paige was always looking for a bargain, and the dichotomy overcame you with giggles and a deep sense of fondness for her.

"It doesn't have a vibrator on it," you explain. "I want you to feel good, too, while you're fucking me," you say as you drop your voice down to a sensual whisper.

Paige bites her lip, already imagining the scenario you had laid out in front of her, and she glances back to the display of straps.

"Go get one," you demand. "I'll add my employee discount for you," you add with a grin. "Just want my pretty girl to feel good."

Paige looks down at you through long lashes and dilated pupils. "I can think of a few things you can do to make me feel good, baby."

~

As it turns out, Paige's imagination was both vivid and straight up filthy.

Her moans rang hollow through the room as she grinded onto your face, gripping your hair with a fierce determination that added to your desperate need to make her cum.

Your tongue flicked at her clit with speed and precision as you pumped in your two longest fingers, trying to draw out her second orgasm of the night. As the tips of your fingers brushed up against her most sensitive spot, her hips bucked forward once more, another wave of arousal coating your chin.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me," you mumble against her sex, looking up at the blonde. Her skin was flushed under the glow of the lamp, and her eyebrows were furrowed in both pleasure and concentration.

She looked breathtaking.

Your fingers continue to pump in and out in an unceasing rhythm, and you suck her engorged clit into your mouth, savoring her taste and the groans that fall from her mouth.

"F-fuck," Paige stutters, her hips faltering along with her words as the pleasure builds. "Almost there, ma, keep going," she whines, sucking in a sharp breath as you add a third finger.

You eat her out hungrily, getting drunk on the taste of her, as her whimpers and groans grow louder and louder, becoming absolutely sinful. You feel your own slick begin to coat your inner thighs, a smutty preview of what was to come.

With a few more direct flicks of your tongue gliding across her swollen, drenched clit, Paige cums, her back arching off of the bed in a shudder of pleasure. Your name leaves her mouth, making you think that this must be what heaven feels like.

And you hadn't even been touched by her yet.

As her breathing evens out, you watch her from between her still-parted legs, cleaning up the mess with kitten licks and soft, open-mouthed kisses. You trail your mouth back up her toned stomach, across the smooth, pale skin of her neck, landing on those plush, pink lips, swollen from your previous messy kisses.