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By *ikeEx OP Man
16 weeks ago
Near Alfreton, Derbyshire |
The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast amber shadows across the room, pooling on the sheets where Mike leaned back against a stack of pillows. His breathing was steady but shallow, and when he shifted slightly, the bed springs gave a quiet groan. Below him, Candy settled deeper between his thighs, her bare skin warm against his own.
She traced patterns on his hips with her fingertips—circles then stars then nonsense shapes—her touch light enough to make goosebumps rise. Mike watched her through lowered lids, enjoying the focused way she studied him as if committing every detail to memory.
"Comfortable?" she asked softly, her breath stirring the dark hairs at the base of his cock.
He nodded once. "Very."
Her fingers wrapped around him then, firm but not squeezing as she drew her fist slowly upward. At the top, she paused with her thumb pressed just under the head where he was most sensitive. A slow smile touched Mike's lips as he arched into her touch ever so slightly.
Candy bent lower and pressed a kiss just above where her fingers held him. Another kiss followed lower still, then another working down toward his balls until her lips were brushing lightly against that sensitive skin behind them. Mike tensed briefly—not from discomfort but anticipation—as he remembered how thoroughly she had explored this particular territory yesterday.
The memory alone sent heat coursing through him.
Her tongue peeked out then, small and pink and impossibly soft as she traced circles around the tight skin of his sac. Mike let out a low hum of approval as she took one ball gently into her mouth, rolling it with careful suction before releasing it with a soft pop. She repeated the action with its twin before drawing back to study her work.
When he met her eyes, they held nothing but warmth and affection—and something darker too, a hunger that never failed to make his breath catch.
"Good?" she whispered.
"Very good."
She ducked her head again, this time positioning herself lower still as Mike instinctively bent his knees to give her better access. Her hands came to rest on the backs of his thighs, encouraging him wider open. He complied without hesitation, trusting her completely even as vulnerability washed over him in waves.
Candy's breath warmed the sensitive skin between balls and ass before her tongue made contact—firm and deliberate as it traced upward from perineum to sac and back again. Mike's toes curled against the sheets as pleasure radiated outward from that single point of contact. She did it again, slower this time, lingering at the entrance to his body before pressing just enough to make him gasp.
"Easy," she murmured against him.
Mike let out a shaky laugh. "I am easy."
"Good."
Her tongue pressed deeper then, breaching the tight ring of muscle as Mike's entire body went rigid with sensation. He couldn't stop the sound that escaped his throat—something between a moan and a curse—as she worked him open with patient, thorough strokes. She knew exactly how to push without overwhelming, how to build pleasure until it bordered on pain before backing off just enough to keep him riding the edge.
When she finally drew back, Mike felt temporarily boneless, melting into the mattress as aftershocks continued to ripple through him. Candy rested her cheek against his inner thigh, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Still comfortable?" she asked.
He managed a nod. "Exceptionally."
Her fingers resumed their exploration, dancing over sensitive skin before wrapping once more around his now fully erect cock. She began a slow rhythm, upward twist then down again, varying pressure just enough to keep him guessing. Mike thrust shallowly into her grip, unable to stop himself from chasing more friction.
Candy smiled up at him before leaning in to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the crown before pressing into the slit where pre-cum already beaded. Mike groaned as she hollowed her cheeks, taking more of him in until her lips met her fingers.
She worked him then with that perfect mix of suction and tongue-work that never failed to undo him completely. Bobbing slowly at first, then faster as his hips began to move in counterpoint. When she used her free hand to gently roll his balls, Mike knew he was close—dangerously close—to finishing far too soon.
"Candy," he breathed out.
She hummed around him, the vibration sending another jolt through his already oversensitive system.
"Gonna need a minute here."
Slowly she released him, kissing the tip once before sitting up between his legs. "Something you want?"
"Everything." Mike propped himself up on his elbows. "But maybe we could try what we talked about yesterday?"
The smile Candy gave him was nothing short of wicked. "The sounding rod?"
He nodded. "If you're comfortable."
"Oh, I'm comfortable." She leaned over to rummage in their bedside drawer, returning with a sleek black case and a small bottle of lubricant. Mike's stomach did a slow flip as she opened the case to reveal several slender metal rods of varying sizes.
"Which one?" he asked.
She selected the thinnest one—a smooth chrome wand slightly thicker than a paperclip—and held it up for inspection. "This for starters. We can work up."
Mike's breath hitched as she drizzled lubricant over the rod, spreading it evenly with her thumb. His cock twitched in anticipation despite having just been brought to the brink of release.
"Deep breaths," she advised, positioning herself between his legs once more. "And tell me if anything hurts."
She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft while holding the rod with the other. Mike watched, mesmerized, as she brought the cool metal to the tip of his cock and began pressing gently.
The sensation was strange—pressure without pain, fullness without stretch—as the rod slid slowly into him. Candy moved with infinite care, stopping occasionally to let him adjust before continuing deeper. When it was fully seated, Mike felt dizzy with sensation, utterly overwhelmed yet craving more.
"How does it feel?" Candy asked softly.
"Weird." He let out a shaky laugh. "Incredibly weird."
She smiled and began moving the rod in tiny increments—sliding it almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Each movement sent shivers through him, an unfamiliar but not unpleasant combination of pleasure and vulnerability that left him gasping.
When Candy leaned down to take him into her mouth again—rod still inside—he nearly came off the bed. The dual sensations were almost too much: the stretch of the rod, the wet heat of her mouth, her fingers working what remained outside. He fisted the sheets, knuckles white as he struggled to hold back.
"Too much?" she asked, pulling back slightly.
Mike shook his head frantically. "God no."
She resumed her ministrations, this time with added purpose—bobbing faster, suction harder as she continued moving the rod in counterpoint. Mike could feel pressure building deep within him, an orgasm that promised to be unlike any other he'd experienced.
"Candy," he gasped. "I'm close."
Instead of backing off, she doubled down—taking him deeper than before as she pressed the rod more firmly inward. That was all it took—Mike's back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over him, intense and prolonged as empty spasms wracked his body without ejaculation due to the rod's presence.
When he finally collapsed back against the pillows, completely spent and trembling with aftershocks, Candy carefully withdrew the rod before gathering him into her arms.
"Okay?" she asked softly against his hair.
Mike nodded wordlessly into her shoulder, too overwhelmed to speak yet content to simply breathe in her scent—the familiar combination of vanilla and clean sweat that always signaled home.
After several minutes of comfortable silence, Candy shifted slightly. "My turn?"
Mike propped himself up on one elbow, studying her face in the soft lamplight—the faint lines around her eyes when she smiled, the way she bit her lower lip when uncertain. He loved that she trusted him enough to be vulnerable here, loved that they could explore these desires without judgment.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
She leaned over to retrieve another item from the drawer—a sleek black device with a silicone dildo attached to a mechanical arm. The fucking machine.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Ambitious."
"It's been a while." Candy positioned herself on all fours at the foot of the bed, presenting herself to him. "And I seem to remember someone promising to make it up to me after my last trip."
"Well can't have unfulfilled promises." Mike sat up, his own exhaustion temporarily forgotten as he took in the view—Candy on her hands and knees, hips slightly elevated as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "How do you want it?"
"Slow at first," she instructed as Mike positioned the machine behind her. "Then build up. And"—she paused—"I want to watch you while it's happening."
Mike felt himself stirring again at that—that visual element she so enjoyed, the way she liked to maintain eye contact even when otherwise occupied. He set up the machine carefully, adjusting the angle and depth before positioning himself where she could see him clearly.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded. "Bring it on."
Mike started the machine at its lowest setting—the slow, steady rhythm barely noticeable as it began thrusting into her. Candy's breath hitched slightly as she adjusted to the sensation, rocking back ever so slightly to meet each push.
"Mmm," she hummed after a minute. "More."
He increased the speed gradually until Candy was moving in counterpoint—forward then back with each thrust, her breasts swaying with the motion. When she met his eyes, her pupils were blown wide with desire.
"You like watching this?" she asked breathlessly.
Mike nodded, unable to look away from where they were joined—human flesh meeting cool silicone in an increasingly frantic rhythm. He loved that she could let go like this, loved that she trusted him enough to surrender control even while remaining present and engaged.
"Touch yourself for me," she requested suddenly.
Mike complied without hesitation—wrapping a hand around his renewed erection as he matched pace with the machine. The dual stimulation was intoxicating—the visual of Candy being taken by their toy while he stroked himself, the knowledge that they were sharing this experience even while physically separate within it.
"Faster," she demanded. "And tell me what you're thinking."
Mike increased both the machine's speed and his own strokes, struggling to form coherent thoughts as pleasure built within him again. "Thinking about how beautiful you look," he managed between breaths. "About how wet you must be right now." He paused, gathering courage. "About wanting to taste you when you're finished with that."
Candy let out a low moan at that, pushing back more forcefully against the dildo. "God, yes."
The sound of her pleasure pushed Mike closer to his own release, but he held back—determined to see her through hers first. He watched her face carefully for signs she was close—subtle changes in breathing, the way her eyes unfocused slightly as concentration wavered.
"Almost there," she warned him suddenly.
Mike adjusted the machine one last time—upping both speed and depth until Candy cried out sharply, her entire body going taut as orgasm crashed over her. She collapsed forward onto her forearms, hips still moving instinctively as aftershocks continued to ripple through her.
Only then did Mike allow himself to follow—stroking faster until hot stripes painted across his own stomach and chest. When he finished, he felt completely drained yet strangely energized—a second wind brought on by sharing in her pleasure.
Candy eventually stirred, turning to face him with a sated smile. "That was..."
"Incredible," he finished for her.
"Yeah."
She crawled up the bed to collapse beside him, nestling against his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, listening to each other's breathing gradually return to normal.
"You know," Candy said eventually, "I think that might be my new favorite thing."
Mike chuckled. "The machine or watching me touch myself?"
"Both." She propped herself up on an elbow to look at him properly. "But especially the combination."
They kissed then—slow and deep and unhurried—a different kind of intimacy than what had come before but just as essential. Mike could taste himself on her tongue, could feel the lingering tremors in her body as she pressed closer.
"I love you," he said against her lips.
"I love you too."
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