voice broken. I squeezed my eyes shut while he started to move his fingers slowly in and out of me. The sound of him fucking me with his fingers filled the room and I could feel the orgasm build again. “I’m going to suck on your clit now and make you come. I want you to scream my name. I want the neighbors to hear you. I want them to know how I make you feel.” I bit my lip and nodded. There would be no problem screaming when I came; this one was going to be off the charts. My thighs were shaking and desire licked at my lower belly. My nipples ached, my whole body needing release. He leaned forward and took my throbbing nub into his mouth. He sucked gently, his fingers still inside me. I cried out his name over and over while my orgasm exploded in waves from my head to my toes. I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling it into me as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I totally forgot about his command to keep my hands above my head. He never stopped sucking, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face. I shuddered one last time and he planted a kiss on the inside of my thigh before moving. I was still trembling when he came up beside me and gathered me in his arms. “See what happens when you tease me?” he asked with a grin. He planted a kiss on the top of my head. I just nodded. I didn’t trust my voice yet. Every time I think I’ve had the world’s best orgasm, Brett manages to top it. I swore one day he was going to kill me with pleasure--not a bad way to go though. “We can check out the club tomorrow night. If it happens, it happens. I don’t want to force anything, ok?” he asked, his hand stroking my arm. “Now how about a shower?” He slid from the bed and held out a hand. I wasn’t so sure I trusted my legs yet. I took his hand and stood up slowly. With his help, I managed to stand up by the edge of the bed. He leaned into me. “Now I’m going to fuck you in the shower,” he whispered, his lips on my ear. I let out a gasp, speechless. It still blew me away when he talked to me like that. I loved it, but I’d never been with anyone so bold. I watched him walk to the bathroom. He had the most perfect, firm ass. I loved all the tattoos on his back and had spent more than one night tracing them with my tongue until he pinned me down to fuck me. “Coming, Gorgeous?” he turned around and asked me, flashing me that smile that gave me butterflies. I licked my lips and nodded. I walked to the bathroom with a smile playing on my lips. Yep, he was definitely going to kill me with pleasure.
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I smoothed my hands on my skirt and checked myself in the bathroom mirror one more time. When Brett and I played out our fantasies, I usually let him pick what I wore. Tonight it was a red dress. It was strapless and dangerously low. It was tight enough for me to dance without falling out, but low enough to draw plenty attention from the amount of cleavage it showed. The skirt was tight and came to mid thigh. I couldn’t bend over without showing a peek of my ass. I chose some black simple heels to complete the outfit. My hair was up in a messy bun. I liked to keep my neck free for kisses or for him to circle it with his hands while he fucked me. I wore the small diamond earrings he’d gotten me for my birthday. I wasn’t one for much jewelry, but I loved those earrings and rarely took them out. Brett had these fantasies but they quickly became mine too. He was very open about his desires and I’d learned things about myself I never knew existed. He never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to. I loved exploring with Brett. Our sex life was amazing even when we weren’t trying one of his ideas. Tonight the plan was for me to try to pick up another girl for him to watch me play with. I didn’t consider myself to be bisexual, but there was something so sexy and so soft about a woman. I’d kissed a few on our adventures and even messed around a little bit with one while we