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Kai gets a firm hold on your hips, and rocks you shamelessly atop his hard-on. There’s such power in his grip that it’s a turn on all by itself, never mind the hard ridge of his cock beneath you. The man could do anything he wanted with you. You’re so hot for him that it’s making you stupid.

“Won’t need to work too hard to do that,” he rasps.

Somehow, you manage to escape from his grip and grabbing hands.

It should be impossible to pin him down, but he lets you when you hiss behave in his ear and follow it up with a swoop of your tongue.

You know all Kai’s spots by now. You know how to kiss him in the places that make him shudder, and just how to touch him to whip him into a frenzy.

Setting about to do just that, you crawl down his body, letting your lips and teeth lead the way.

As you go, you scoot down to kneel on the bed between his legs

Your mouth is inches from the straining head of his dick when you sit up and smile at him.

“Goddamn tease,” he swears.

Ignoring him, you pick up the vibrator and study it.

You only took it out of the package before the trip, and you didn’t bother to pack the instructions.

It’s molded black silicone, about nine inches long, with two triangular buttons, one pointing up and one pointing down.

Heavier than you’d expect. You experiment and discover that holding the “up” button makes it turn on in your hand, the rounded top buzzing at a low frequency.

Testing it, you hold the top to your palm to feel the degree of vibration.

It’s easy and gentle. You nod thoughtfully, and trace it down the column of Kai’s neck.

He hums pleasantly at the kiss of the wand. “They use the Theraguns on us in PT,” he says, craning his head to allow you better access. “Those things are like jackhammers. This little bitty is barely a tickle.”

“You’re probably right,” you agree. But you don’t turn up the vibrations. You push the head just slightly against the long muscle of his neck, and then trace it over his collarbones. Against his skin, the wand makes a distinct, buzzy thumping noise.

Kai’s eyes drift closed when you ghost the vibrator over his nipples. His aren’t as sensitive as yours, you know from experience, but he seems to like it just fine when you tease them with the toy. You watch each nipple pucker, and a slight wince come over his face.

“You good?” you ask, moving the wand away.

“Little too much friction,” he sighs, not opening his eyes.

That’s easy enough to fix. You grab the lube and drizzle some over his skin, using your free hand to rub it around a bit.

Momentarily, his chest and stomach are slippery.

Resisting the urge to rub your own body all over him, you reapply the vibrator.

This time, the head skims over his skin easily. His eyelashes flutter.

Beneath his underwear, his dick is starting to make a wet spot.

You detour from your plan to grab his boxer briefs and skim them down his legs.

As soon as he realizes what you are doing, he lifts his ass and helps out.

With your hand still slick from the lube, you grab his dick and stroke it, just three or four times.

You rub your palm over the head, smearing pre-cum and lube all over him.

A low moan rises in his throat, barely audible over the soft buzz of the toy.

Feeling like a magician about to cast a spell, you use the top of the wand to trace a path between his hipbones.

You can tell when he feels the vibrations get close to the base of his cock, because a look of confused, pleased concentration comes over his face.

From your vantage point between his legs, you are able to study every expression. It’s a good place to be.

Using your hand to gather more lube from the bottle, you generously coat his thighs, his balls, and his perineum.

You don’t linger with your hands. Instead, you let the toy do the work.

You run it up and down his inner thighs, each pass taking you closer and closer to his sweet spots.

The toy nestles in the crevice where his legs join his trunk, the head just about to nudge his scrotum.

Kai is starting to get the big picture. His lips are parted, and you can see his wet, pink tongue just behind his teeth.

“Feel nice?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he sighs, opening his legs wider.

That’s a clear invitation if you ever saw one.

Being sure to use just the lightest pressure, you press the toy against his balls.

A comment stutters in Kai’s throat, and he licks his lips.

Dragging the head lower, you push it against the sweet spot between his sac and his asshole.

His head drops back, and a long, low moan of pleasure is drawn out of him like someone’s pulling it with fishing line.

You hate to give up your excellent view of Kai’s face as you’re stimulating him, but things are about to get really good for him, and you need to move.

There was a reason for your ponytail, and it wasn’t (entirely) meant to just look sporty.

It keeps your long hair out of your face when you wiggle even further down the bed, and, without removing the vibrating head of the wand from his perineum, start to lightly suck him off.

Nothing too crazy. You don’t take him all the way down your throat, and you don’t really amp up the suction, because you aren’t trying to make him come. Not yet, anyway.

The feeling of your lips makes him curse out loud. “Fuck, baby,” he groans.

A bit distracted by the sequence of events unfolding in your brain, you let the toy stray down over his hole, and let it buzz between his cheeks for a moment.

It makes Kai wanton, his hips undulating under your mouth.

With your free hand, you grip the base of his shaft, controlling how much he can thrust up.

He moans at the way that, with rolling his ass, he can get you to jerk him off and blow him at the same time.

There’s a disappointed grumble when you lay the toy aside.

You want to tell him to be patient, but your mouth is full.

His hole is slippery from the lube you applied earlier, and it takes nothing at all for you to slide one finger inside him, quickly followed by another.

He barely needs to be opened up, but you do it anyway, your index and middle fingers slipping and curling past the initial ring of muscle.

Meanwhile, you lick up the pre-cum he’s giving you and flatten your tongue over the head of his cock before tracing the ultra-sensitive slit.

You’re listening acutely for the hitch of his breath and the tempo of his sighs, making sure you don’t take him too far.

Without warning, you pull your fingers out and sit up, your throat burning slightly from being used.

Hazy-eyed, Kai furrows his forehead at the lack of fingers or tongue.

You reach for the third item on the bed, the six-inch dildo attachment for the wand.

It snaps over the head, and you test it in your hand to make sure it’s secure.

The base is wide—far too wide for any accidents—and the end is rounded.

Honestly, you’re a little jealous of him, because the thing looks like a good time.

As Kai watches, you slick it up with lube.

“Slide one of those pillows under your ass,” you tell him, gesturing at the head of the bed.

He does as you instructed, and it tilts his hips into the position you want.

You’d love to taste his shuddery exhalation as you slide the head of the attachment inside him, but he’s just too damn tall.

So you massage his thigh as the shaft of the toy disappears inch-by-inch, your fingers branding a constellation of invisible kisses into his skin.

He could probably take more force, but you penetrate him slowly, giving his body ample time to open up around the attachment.

Holding the wand, you nudge it just slightly, giving him some gentle thrusts.

Kai’s responsive, one hand grabbing at his own chest as he restlessly rocks into the toy.

It makes you decide that he’s ready for you to turn the vibrations back on.

The reaction is instant. Under your hand, his thigh muscles stiffen, and you see his hips buck.

His cock, untouched, leaks pre. It’s rosy at the tip, and hard enough that it’s slapping him in the lower belly with every roll of his hips.

You aren’t the one being fucked, but it makes your own insides ache and cramp in sympathy.

Lightly (so, so lightly), you reach out and jack his cock.

Your palm is slippery, and his dick is hot.

A cry tears itself from somewhere deep in Kai’s chest, making you glad that you have no close neighbors to hear.

You could swear that his noises make the leaves on the trees outside rustle harder, this elemental man you’re lucky enough to have here in this bed.

“Tell me if you get too close,” you implore him, even as you work your wrist and start fucking him with the toy in earnest. The vibrator is still on at the lowest setting, but it seems to be more than enough for Kai.

It’s hard to target his prostate on the opposite end of the bulky, heavy apparatus, but something is obviously doing it for him.

Every time you push the dildo into him, you twist the wrist holding his cock.

He leaks and leaks, creating more and more lubrication for your hand.