I knew at that moment he wanted nothing more than me. His blue eyes glittered with need and the way his hips moved as he came forward suggested what he had in mind. And who was I to deny him? He knew that as well; knew that I wouldn't.
He was right, as usual when it came to me, that was what I liked best about him. His lean muscled body and pretty face were a bonus. I could be an open book that he always wanted to read. It was never the same story every time we touched. Sometimes we would start slowly: a few light kisses, some gentle petting. Other times we would jump right in, aggressively locking lips and one of us being held down. I wondered what it would be tonight as he finally stood right in front of me.
"Fuck my ass," he purred, voice full of arousal. I was speechless as he took me in his arms. He grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed a bit roughly. It was always sexy when he gave me an order, but this time I couldn't believe it. He wasn't gay, we fucked enough to constantly prove otherwise. However, the orders I was used to were "kiss me" and "give me your tongue."
He kissed my neck and ended it with a sharp love bite, somewhat knocking me out of shock. "What's wrong?" he asked me teasingly. "You always say you want to." Why did he have to be do damn sexy? He stole my lips and proceeded to put my hands on the buttons of his blue jeans.
"Yeah," I gasped when he let me go, "but I didn't think you were into it."
"I've done it to myself a few times." He smiled as he informed me of this new fact. "You know that green egg in my room?" I knew what he meant, he had a ceramic egg the size of a fairly large one from a chicken sitting on a dragon display on his bookshelf. I could hardly imagine him working it into himself as he lay on his bed.
"You got that in?" I still didn't believe what he was asking of me.
He shrugged like it was no big deal. "It took some work, but yeah. Come on, fuck me."
He pushed me onto my bed and fell on top me. I didn't struggle as he shoved his hands up my shirt and pulled it off, nor when he removed my pants and undergarments. He let me take his shirt off before he stood again. "Where do you keep your toys?" he asked. "Don't tell me you don't have any, I know you do."
I loved how he sounded almost haughty. It was something he had taken on more recently since we became 'official'. Nevermind that we'd been sharing a bed practically since the day we met. He seemed hungrier for me now, more needy when we fucked. "Where do you think?" I huffed, not that I looked all that threatening to him at the moment -what with my legs spread and my naked body reclining on my bed. "In my naughty drawer with everything else." He opened it, pulled out my shackles and leash set. Those fell to the floor was well as my pilfered gag and blindfold. He didn't bother saying anything about them, he wasn't surprised. Instead he pulled out two items, my vibrator -purple with a silicone ribbed skin all of seven inches -and a nine inch life model dildo. "You're going to want to use my vibrator," I told him, I tried to disarm him with a teasing smile of my own. "Unless you want to try the bigger one."
