#mactavish

Having fun? you ask with a smirk, undressing

Was…can’t get this last orgasm…been edging for ages he explains bitterly, clicking the slim remote in his hands as you hear the buzzing pattern of the toy change. He lets out a huffy breath when he realizes this pattern isn’t getting him any closer to blowing his load than the last one was.

Need my help? you ask genuinely, stripped down to your panties and his old boot camp t-shirt now.

He sighs with relief. Yes; please, he nearly begs, pulling the toy out of his hole with a loud pop as you join him on the bed.

You reach towards the dresser; Strap? you ask simply. Johnny shakes his head while his hand continues its pumping motion on his throbbing shaft.

In a bit; can ya finger me first? he asks without an ounce of shame, spreading his legs further so you can get in between them once you’ve retrieved the bottle of lube you were rummaging for. You squirt a dollop on your two middle fingers, rubbing it around gently to coat them.

Want me to suck you off too? you ask, inserting your two digits to the knuckle into your boyfriend’s well-prepped hole.

No thanks, baby, just wanna wank, he responds simply, closing his eyes as your expert fingers find his prostate while his continue gripping his dick like it might fall off at any moment.

This is how all sexual encounters sound between you and your beloved Johnny; clear, open communication that leads to everyone getting what they want. How refreshing is it to be in a relationship where there are no egos in the bedroom.

In just a few minutes of the deliberate rhythm that your fingers drum against his g-spot, Johnny’s hand becomes a blur around his member, clearly getting close to that release he’s been chasing for god-knows how long.

God, bonnie; little harder, he moans and you comply instantly, putting more pressure behind your thrusts against his sensitive prostate. That’s exactly what he needs to get there and you smile when you watch his brows knit together and his pretty blue eyes roll back.

Oh god…I love you…feels so-g-oh bonnie fuCK c-cumming he groans and your bend down quickly to take his tip in your mouth while he strokes himself violently through his finish.

He didn’t want a blowjob but Johnny cums hard, (as evidenced by the thick salty liquid filling your mouth right now in strong spurts that you swallow eagerly), and his cock is pointing directly at the cieling; you don’t want to have to deal with a mess.

Ugh…you’re so much better than any toy…fuck, best orgasm all day he groans, sitting up to pull you into a soft kiss. When he pulls away you really look at him, studying his sweat-soaked face and swollen lips.

To you, he’s the most beautiful man in the universe. To him, you’re a goddess, surpassing all mortal beauty standards without having to try. And now that he’s finished what he started, he’s ready to serve you.

What do you want baby? he asks simply, letting his warm hands travel up your thighs. You bite your lip.

Don’t really want anything, Johnny, you say, genuinely. You enjoyed pleasing your boyfriend but you’re not really in the mood to be pleased tonight. Is there anything more that you want?

Johnny grins and blushes at the same time. Wouldn’t say to no to that strap now bonnie, and before the words even fully leave his mouth you’re fishing for your harness in the bedside table.

He starts moving the pillows in place to put himself in his favorite position; ass propped up high, cheek on the mattress, taking you from behind. The only position he can cum without touching his cock in. Clearly he’s going for maximum pleasure tonight.

Grab the big one, lassie, he grunts, draping himself over his pillows as you gasp in shock then immediately pull it out.

You haven’t asked for this one in months, Johnny! you exclaim while getting it fastened onto your harness correctly.

“The big one” lives up to its name. It’s a mean shade of puple, two inches thick and eight long. Everytime Johnny asks you to fuck him with it, he loses his ability to walk afterwards for anywhere from 6-32 hours. But he’s on leave for the next eight days so that won’t be a problem at all.

Been playing with my bum all day, lassie, he chuckles while you reach for the lube bottle again, I’m plenty prepped.

Masturbation is an indulgence Johnny is so grateful you never made him give up. He loves to make it an all day affair when he’s got the time. And he’s had nothing but time today.

His pretty pink hole is gaped so wide it can’t even wink at you when you lean down to check. Fuck, you weren’t lying baby; whatcha been doing all day? you ask in awe, lubing up the strap.

Fingered myself to my favorite video of us, he explains, referring to the porno you two made on your anniversary last year where you took turns sensually fucking each other in missionary while holding hands and sharing what you love most about one another. It’s somehow sappy and hot and thus gets replayed often.

Came twice, had to take a break for lunch. Then I got out the dildos, he continues while you stretch him with four, lube-coated fingers.

Made ya a new video, riding that pink glittery one…fuck, bon, it was amazing; I came all over the fucking mirror, he says, voice dopey as he reminisces. You look over to the mirror, expecting to see ropes of cum dripping down it but its completely clean. Johnny chuckles beneath you, knowing exactly what you’re doing without having to see it.

Christ baby; I’m not a heathen, I know how to clean up, he continues while you lean down to make out with his throbbing hole.

For some reason, the only thing Johnny ever gets insecure about asking for is getting his ass ate. Well, ok, for a few reasons. But it always gets him to relax before you fuck him, so you try to take him off guard with it so he won’t get embarrassed. He groans lowly but continues.

After that tried to cum with all those vibrators; it didn’t work, I got frustrated and then you came to help me, love he moans in a singsong, So I’m all ready for ya honey.

You line the tip of the strap up to Johnny’s entrance, entranced by how it throbs for you, That’s great baby. I had a horrible day at work so I’m just gonna thrust all my stress away.

You both chuckle, yours being a giddy one and Johnny’s being a slightly nervous one of pure anticipation.

Alright, biiig streeetch now baby.

You push the tip forward, parting Johnny’s walls easily. You can’t see from this angle but he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, the obscene stretch rendering him brainless beneath you.

You pause mid-thrust, letting your boyfriend get adjusted to the feeling of his hole being that full, running your hands over his plump ass gratuitously. God, he’s got a nice ass. Better than yours if you’re being honest.

Deeper, he groans breathlessly, used to the girth now. It never takes him long to want more whenever you penetrate him.

Oh, you want more? Need all that cock deep inside ya? you tease with no real bite behind your words. Inch by inch you sink the strap into your boyfriend who’s hole is gripping it so hard your pussy can practically feel it.

By the time you bottom out with your hips pressed flush against Johnny’s ass, his cock’s hard beneath him again and you already know he’s gonna ruin those pillows with another thick load.

Can feel it in my belly, he whines, no doubt loving that the pillows are pressed up against his abdomen, creating the illusion of an even tighter stretch. Your core dampens with every one of his breathy moans.

Tell me where you can feel this, honey, you ask in a sugary-sweet tone before pulling the strap almost all the way out of him just to slam it back hard. Johnny keens in response, high-pitched and needy. This is usually the part where he loses the ability to form sentences.

You fuck him rough and mean, hips snapping against him while you ruin him on your strap. All the stress of the day just melts away as your boyfriend moans with every thrust, limp and pliable beneath you and still utterly brainless, drooling on the mattress.

Johnny hasn’t been fucked like this in ages. Most of the penetration he’s been receiving from you lately has been romantic and slow, nothing like the violent pounding he’s getting now.

Maybe it’s the change of pace that has his balls tightening, anticipating his release so soon after his last one. His hips spasm beneath you and you know he’s a goner.

C-close…deeper baby pleeeeeasssee, he manages to stutter out through the fog that’s clouding his cognition. You know his body well by now, snapping your hips against him in a fast rhythm.

Tears streak down Johnny’s red face as he takes it as well as he can. He can feel his orgasm coming, powerless to stop the high-pitched moans escaping him as you continue ruining him with the thickest toy he can take.

Deep enough now baby? you ask, voice breathy with exertion now.

Humping your boyfriend hard and sloppy is exactly the thing you needed to purge the day’s headaches from your mind. You grip his hips and listen to his chorus of whines and moans and muttered “i love you”’s.

When you slam the strap as deep as it will go and grind your hips against the sensitive spot inside him, he finally looses it. He can’t get the word out, just forms the letter ‘c’ with his lips before another thick load pulses onto the pillows against his sensitive cock.

You’re drenched in sweat and coming down from your own high. The both of you pause, panting and euphoric, basking in the afterglow.

Wish…I could cum inside you, you stutter breathlessly, massaging his hips and giggling at the thought of filling him up the way he gets to fill you.

Fuck…bonnie….me too, he whispers weakly, voice wrecked.

He won’t be able to stand for hours and he’ll have a stomach ache like no other once his organs find their way back to their original places in his body.