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“I’ll tap your leg twice if I can’t breathe,” I said. “How does that sound?”

“Okay,” she said, and rose up on her knees, scooting forward a little bit until she was open and glistening for me.

I licked her once, up and down, savoring her, and her body jerked above me and her thighs tensed.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “Please do that again.”

For a second, I thought about being mean and not doing what she asked, but there would be time for that later. We had all night. If that meant I’d be falling asleep at work, then so be it. I’d take the consequences of these particular actions.

I swirled my tongue around her clit before flicking her entrance, causing her to let out a delicious little whine.

“Fucckkkkkkk,” she said, one hand coming down to fist in my hair. Somewhere along the way, my braid had come undone.

Like a woman who had been riding faces forever, she pushed my face closer to where she needed it and if I could have smiled, I would have. At present, my lips and tongue were busy with other tasks.

I pulled from my bag of tricks and worked her over, making my tongue hard and soft and using pressure to gauge what would get her off. Rapid flicks from side to side and hard flat pressure both seemed to do the trick, so I alternated those with licks and plunging my tongue inside her until she was an absolute mess and her nails had probably drawn blood from where they pierced my scalp. At last, I felt her tense and then come completely apart, and it was like being part of an earthquake as she shook and pulsed above me as I did what I could to make her pleasure last as long as possible. Eventually, she made a little sound of pain and her fingers relaxed and let me go. I pushed myself back so I could look up and see her.

Tenley’s eyes were bright, and her skin was flushed with the softest pink glow. Her lips formed a smile as she gently gazed down at me.

Tenley let go of my headboard and moved back a little further.

“Can you breathe?” she asked me.

“Sure can,” I said, licking her taste from my mouth. “What do you think?”

Tenley nodded a few times. “Yes.”

I laughed.

* * *

“I want to take care of you,” she said as we lay together a few minutes later. I loved a long sex session. Where there were moments of fire and abandon, followed by moments of supreme stillness, and then the cycle started again.

Tenley sat up with a new intensity in her eyes. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, tangled and sweaty.

“What should I do?” she asked.

I thought about just having her use her hand like she would on herself, or going down on me, but I also wanted to share my side hustle with her.

“Give me a second,” I said, rolling to my unsteady feet and going to the toy box at the foot of the bed. I kept it hidden under a few blankets and pillows so it formed a bench if anyone didn’t know what was inside it.

“I’m both scared and intrigued to find out what’s in there,” Tenley said as I swept off the blankets and unlocked the box. I flung the lid open and searched for one of the first toys I had made, which was still my favorite. It was a green, blue, and purple swirls and fit so perfectly to my anatomy, I had almost cried the first time I’d used it.

“Wanna fuck me with this?” I asked, holding the toy up. It had a flat base so it could be used in a strap-on, but I wasn’t sure if Tenley was ready for that on this first night.

Tenley’s eyes flicked from the toy to my face and back.

“Hell yeah, I do,” she said. “Gimme.”

She held her hand out for the toy and I gave it to her, going to get the lube. I was dripping, but I liked the extra slickness of the lube sometimes. I also had some fun lubes that warmed or increased sensation that I used sometimes when I wanted an extra little kick.

I didn’t need that tonight. Not with Tenley. We could play with those later.

“It’s pretty,” she said, stroking the toy.

“Thanks, I made it,” I said.

“Wait, you made this?” Tenley asked. Oops. I hadn’t meant to blurt that out, but I guess I was telling her now.