Delectable

There's never a specific signal or feeling that makes people realise it's time for bed, you just kind of know. At a party this sort of fatigue takes hold and you just slowly lose people to the great beyond, at home you just go whenever you want. The thing being, if it's hanging out at home what's the deal? It sounds crazy, surely you just say you're tired and go to bed... But when you're clearly not planning on sleeping, it's a bit more awkward.

"Well, we're going to bed." Rouge decides, taking Trish's hand and leaving the room.

Oh. Or you could just not care and go have sex. Obviously Rouge went for the 'subtlety is for cowards' approach. I look to Elise, who just shrugs, yeah, I guess I should be used to it by now. Still, now that makes things awkward for me, do I follow suit and be bold or do I pretend like we're not gonna fuck like wild animals? There are pros and cons to both approaches, but-

"I'm going to the bathroom, lose the clothes and meet in your room?" Elise asks rhetorically, standing up and exiting the room. Is there something in the water? Is pizza a known aphrodisiac? Everyone's suddenly become super assertive. I mean I'm not complaining... I suppose emotions running high means everyone wants to let off steam. Me too. Damn, I need to get out of the knickers before I ruin them.

I make my way up the stairs to my room. It occurs to me that we haven't had sex for a little while now, I guess with all the drama we haven't had a chance since that roleplay session. That explains why I'm so horny right now, at least. I turn on the lamp in my room and think about Elise's words... Did she actually want me to be naked waiting for her, or was that metaphorical? Stop, Scarlet. You know the answer to that.

Without letting any more anxieties creep in, I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it into the wash basket, soon followed by my pyjama bottoms, then my bra and knickers. Well, now I feel anxious. I don't get those people who can just hang around naked, it's courage beyond my comprehension. I hear the door open and instinctively cover up, only to see Elise as naked as me. Did she walk back from the bathroom like that? Why is that so fucking hot? She shuts the door behind her and rushes over to me, causing us both to fall onto the bed with her on top of me.

"I've missed your body." Elise whispers as she kisses my neck. Fuck, I didn't realise how much my body missed her. Her hands massage my boobs, carefully rolling my nipples, sending shockwaves down my body. It's probably possible to come just from nipple play, but I don't find out, as one of her hands moves straight between my legs as she begins sucking my tits. She's so aggressive, so rough, I'm writhing as her fingers enter my pussy, holding my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my moaning.

I look down to her as her lips continue to pleasure my nipples. Her eyes meet mine and she looks starved, feral, determined. I'm not going to last like this, she knows exactly how to make me feel good and she's hitting all my sweet spots. Her fingers motion inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas over and over and over. My sense fades and all I can do is lay there, being fucked. I can't feel anxious, I can't feel worry, I just feel her, and the incredible things she's doing to my body.

Elise moves back to kissing me, just in time to cover the moans as I reach an unbelievable climax, my left leg spasms uncontrollably in reaction to the endless pleasure being forced upon me. I know biologically every orgasm is the best one, since memory of them fades, but this... This is the best orgasm of my life. Sadly, it's far too short, and I fall back to reality, with more than one debt I have to pay my girlfriend for. Sometimes love requires sacrifice. I'm not a huge fan of bigger toys, but there is one thing Elise bought that I've been saving for a special occasion.

"Hey..." I whisper. "Do you want to try... That one?" I ask. Her eyes open greedily, like she's just won the lottery.

"Are you sure? You said you were worried about it?" She responds. It's true, I had some concerns, but right now, if she's as horny as me, it might just be the best time to give it a go. I smile at her and head to my secret hiding place to retrieve my tools.

Me and Elise have a pretty large collection of toys at this point, different settings and shapes and uses, it's the benefit of being friends with a sex shop worker. But one I always worried about using just based on it's size. 'That one' is nine inches long and two inches in diameter. I know because I measured. Hey, if you're used to porn and that seems normal, more power to you, but to me, an eighteen year old who never even fingered herself before having sex, that shit's huge. Especially when it's designed to be used as a strap-on. I was so scared that I'd be too forceful, or too rough. I don't ever want to hurt her.

Right now though? Pain doesn't exist. Let's see how much pleasure it can give her.

I toss the small bottle of lube to Elise, who begins applying it to her pussy while I put on the harness. When I'm done she's ready on all fours, her crotch gleaming with fluids, both natural and otherwise. I've only used the strap-on a couple of times, it's not really my thing, but even I can't deny the feeling of power it gives as I line up the toy against my girlfriend's lips. Slowly, gently, carefully, I begin to push into her.

Elise gasps, before a long moan is drawn from her lips. I keep pressing into her inviting body, stroking her hips as gentle encouragement, and soon more of the toy is inside her than out of it.

"Is it okay?" I ask.

"Y-Yeah... Don't stop." She reassures me. I continue moving the toy in, until there's next to nothing left outside of her. "Just give me a second." She requests, her face is hidden against the bed but I can hear her breathing, she's definitely enjoying this. I hold my position for a little while, rubbing her back and arse until I finally hear the magic words. "Okay, do it."

Tentatively, I begin to pull back out of her pussy, before pushing back in once more. Slow, careful, methodical. Gently building up the pace over the next few minutes, with each passing minute her groans of discomfort become moans of pleasure. She finally looks back over her shoulder to me, and to my surprise her face is one of ecstasy. Is she coming? Wow, I guess all the horniness and the thrill of the toy is having a major effect.

There's just one problem.

I owe her more than one.

"Want me to go harder?" I offer. Elise's face lights up again, and she nods enthusiastically to my suggestion. With the invitation I speed up my pace, pounding my abdomen against her arse, the dildo sliding easily in and out of her. I can tell the next orgasm hits as her knees buckle and she falls, laying on her stomach with her legs still open as I fuck her. The sound of her moans masked by her biting into the duvet.

Maybe I'm addicted to the feeling of power, maybe I'm addicted to the sight of Elise's pleasure... But I don't stop. I've lost track of time, half an hour now? An hour? No idea. But I don't stop until Elise finally pulls herself off of the dildo, her face red, her breath ragged. I take off the harness and climb onto the bed, pulling her into my arms and gently stroking her hair. After all that I want to make sure she's feeling okay. After a few minutes she erases my fears with just one sentence.

"I need to buy you another necklace."