She’d been lying when she said she wasn’t nervous. How could she not be? She might want this, but she’d never done it, and fear was natural. Sure, she’d gotten off to plenty of naughty videos and gifs. She’d seen enough to know she found the possibility of this type of penetration incredibly alluring. The purple jewel had kept her buzzing at a constant state of arousal all through dinner. But that natural born fear of pain still existed. The ass was not designed for a cock, and certainly not one of Jack’s size.

Yet, she wanted to feel him, wanted to know if there was more sexual pleasure to be had beyond all the toys and tricks they’d tried so far. When he said he couldn’t get enough of her, she knew what he meant. He craved her body, and that hunger of his had been healing her. That desire of his had been restoring her sense of sexiness as he turned her into a wanted woman. The more she took of him, the more she’d felt rebuilt. Ready to conquer the world as a remade woman.

She was choosing to exist in the moment of their arrangement. To let herself live in this sensuality, and this feeling of not ever getting enough. To be happy with what she had, and for a little bit longer, she had him.

He came at her like a ravenous man. His jaw was hard, his eyes were blazing, and his hands were strong as he spread her legs further. In a blur, he was between her thighs, kissing the drenched lace of her panties. She moaned and was tempted to close her eyes, but instead she pushed up further on her elbows, wanting to watch him as he flicked his tongue against the panel, then moved lower, pressing his lips against the jewel. She could barely feel his mouth, but the image of what he was doing was so erotic that more heat pooled between her legs. She’d be gushing soon, and she was sure he would lap up every ounce of her.

She exhaled deeply, unsure of how they were getting from Point A to Point B. But the wine had worked its way through her body, softening her muscles, relaxing her mind, so she let go of the need to know what was coming.

Anticipation was its own elixir.

“Sit up and raise your arms,” he told her, and she obeyed. He reached for her dress straps. She lifted the skirt and he tugged the material the rest of the way over her head. His breath hissed when he looked at her breasts. As if he couldn’t control himself, he dived in, drawing one pink bud into his mouth and sucking so hard she heard a loud, wet pop when he let go, replacing his mouth with his big hand.

“Perfect tits,” he said, then returned his attention to the other breast, licking and sucking her voraciously. She curled her hands around his head, tugging him closer, thrusting her breasts into his face. His soft hair brushed against her chest, and a fresh wave of pleasure tore through her body.