I move over to her ear, where I continue, “With you ready, I would slowly slide the dildo inside you, letting you get used to the feel of it, but I wouldn’t turn it on just yet. Instead, I would slip my cock ring on and turn it on, letting you watch me unravel. Letting you experience the kind of pleasure these toys could bring. Precum would fall past the tip of my cock, and I would swipe it and let you lick it off my fingers. That desperate mouth of yours would lick me clean. Wouldn’t it, Pips?”

She nods again, and when I pull away, her eyes are heady, dazed, so I lay her back down on the blanket.

“I would let you watch me grow, let you see how goddamn stiff I am, how much I want release, and then I would turn it off. I would lie there and let my dick twitch, looking for relief. Searching for it.”

I bring my hand to her shirt, and I lift it up just enough to press my palm to her heated skin.

“I would be so goddamn out of my mind with need that I would immediately turn on your dildo, because I would want you to feel the same thing. I would need you to be in the same position as me, begging for release, barely able to hang on. And at first, you would be surprised. You wouldn’t know how to react to the new sensation, not until I lowered my mouth to yours and started helping you relax, letting our tongues do the work.”

I lift up her shirt some more, exposing her bra. I pull one cup down and play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

“And while we made out, I would play with your nipples like this. Just enough to turn you on even more but not so much that it takes away from the sensation you’re feeling down below.”

Her teeth pull over her bottom lip.