Erotica – A New Toy
Another erotica short, this time about a couple…and a new toy.
At first, I had rolled my eyes at the odd-shaped wedge my husband brought home. It seemed bulky and unorthodox, an extra addition to the bedroom that I felt I neither needed, nor wanted. When he brought me to the bedroom that night, I felt tired and uninterested, only the warmth of his tongue on my sensitive nipples bringing me back to the situation at hand and what I wanted.
“Do we really have to use that…thing? I doubt it even works…”
I murmured out, eyes peering over at the purple, triangle-looking cushion.
“Just give it a try, if you don’t like it, it’s gone,” he whispered against my breasts, pushing a moan from my lips as his teeth gently nipped at my taunt nipples.
He always knew how to get me, besides, I could end it at any point and those gentle touches from him were already igniting a flame in me, one that I knew would not easily be sated. A need that would accept more and more, including the cursed new ‘toy’.
My hands were spanning his chest, as if I couldn’t touch his body enough, and I surely couldn’t. There was already a heat between my legs that begged to be touched, to caress and urged to orgasm. As if he read my mind, my husband’s hand dipped down below my pajamas, lowering them to my ankles and taking my panties with them. I was exposed to him and I loved it, leaning into his nimble fingers as they dipped into my warmth, teasing and beckoning me with a curl of his fingertips.
I curled my hand around his cock, moving my wrist up and down as I gave him a gentle squeeze. I started to lower myself to my knees, but he stopped me, moving me over to the bed. I allowed myself to rest my back against the cold sheets, but a strong hand around me flipped me over. I could not stifle the moan of pleasure from escaping as his warm, hard cock pressed against my ass. I was on all fours for him, ready to be taken and for him to fill me, inch by inch, pushed into my warmth until he spilled within me.
Instead, the cushion was placed beneath me, propping my ass into the air as if I were on display for him. A platter that only he could devour. My hands gripped the sheets, surprised at how comfortable the cushion was as it arched my back and spread my legs.
Suddenly he was behind me, lining up with my wetness and pushing inside me with one strong thrust. I gasped, surprise overtaking me as he started thrusting hard and fast. It was just how I liked it, rough and fast…but there was something far different. A depth that he had never reached before the cushion was added. Such a simple thing left me exposed and open to him, my body welcoming every inch and squeezing him.
My eyes rolled back in pleasure as I arched upward further to meet his thrusts, his hand moving upward to grasp onto my ponytail. Pulling my hair back, I was at his disposal, my own orgasm coming hard and fast with the newfound depth of him within me.
When he filled me with his cum and released me, I collapsed against the comfortable cushion, ass still in the air as I felt his orgasm dripping from within me and down my leg.
“Oh…we can absolutely keep it.”
I found myself groaning out, glancing back at him with half-lidded eyes.
But it certainly wasn’t the last toy we’d play with.
