Two's Company

mouth.
    He used a large dildo with a butt plug to f uck her, and turned the
    vibrating action on high and touched it to her clit. He watched her face as she
    writhed, and turned the monster toy so the butt plug fucked her ass with every
    stroke. With both hands he f ucked her hard, drawing the dildo out of her completely then shoving it deep inside of her over and over.
    She screamed, “I’m going to come!” He pulled the vibrator out of her and
    moved away. “No,” she cried. “Let me come.”
    Ian made himself a drink while Gillian calmed down. Once her breathing
    returned to normal again and she stopped trying to grind herself into an orgasm,
    he filled his mouth with ice and replaced the nipple pincher on her clit with his
    mouth. The ice against her hot pussy made her squirm more than ever as she
    begged him to make her come. But after a few moments, her clit became frozen
    and she couldn’t come no matter the stimulation. Tears streamed down her face
    when Ian took the ice and began filling her pussy. He found a string of thunder
    beads and began inserting them into her ass.
    When he finished filling her, he slid on top of her and rammed his hard
    dick into her pussy. Over and over he pummeled her. The icy cold inside of her,
    the heat of his own dick, the sound of her mewling and begging drove him over
    the edge and he pumped cum deep inside of her. As soon as he came, he slid out
    of her and covered her clit with his mouth.
    The heat of their bodies had warmed her again, so he moved his tongue in
    circles against her clit. She writhed and bucked against his mouth, breathing
    heavily and sweating. He watched her face and as she began to come, he jerked
    the pearls out of her ass and she screamed when the orgasm ripped through her.
    Gasping for air, Gillian’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Ian
    gently removed the pincher from her nipple and removed the handcuffs and ties
    on her ankles. He paid no heed to the mess they made of the bed as he lay next to
    her, stroking her body gently while she came back to herself. When she could
    breathe normally again, he cradled her in his arms and kissed her gently.
    “Are you gonna make it?” he asked with a smile.
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
    Ian laughed softly. “Wait right here,” he said and got off the bed. When he
    came back, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom and stepped into
    the tub with her. Soaping her body gently, he watched as she lay back with her
    eyes closed and let him wash her. Carefully moving over her breasts and down
    her stomach, he washed her completely. When he reached between her legs, she
    lifted her hips to him and opened one eye. Then she reached out and took his
    cock in her hand.
    “Come here,” she said and pulled him by his cock.
    On her knees in front of him, she sucked his dick into her mouth and used
    her soapy hands to she massage his balls. Unsure that he’d even be able to get
    hard again, Ian used the sides of the tub for support and let her suck. To his
    surprise he did harden again. He became very hard, and in a matter of minutes
    he shot hot cum into her mouth.

Chapter 7
     
    “You’re going to miss your flight, Gillian,” Ian said.
    “I’m coming,” she called back to him from the bathroom. “I wanted to
    check for anything I might’ve left behind.”
    “The bellhop’s here for your bags, and we can make the airport if we leave
    now. If I drive like a maniac,” he added.
    “Alright, let’s go. I’ve got everything,” she said and they left the room. In
    the car Gillian watched out the window as they zipped down the freeway
    toward the airport.
    “What are you thinking?” Ian asked.
    “Just wondering when you’re going to ask,” she replied.
    “Ask what?”
    “What all the toys were for,” she answered, still looking out the window.
    “I’m not going to ask. I figure if you want to tell me, you will.”
    “And if I don’t want to tell you,” she said, finally facing him.
    Ian shrugged and lifted her hand to his mouth. He kissed it gently and
    said, “Then you don’t have to tell me.”
    “But you know, don’t you?”
    He laughed. ”Yes, I think I do, but it’s okay. You have the right to privacy.
    And who am I to judge?”
    Gillian nodded. “I wish things were different. I wish I’d met you in some
    other time and place.”
    “So do I, Gillian. But what’s meant to be will be and what’s not . . . well, I
    guess we’ll just have