SoloPlay by Miranda Baker Page B

lacy bra and her sandals, dwarfed by his height. She didn’t have a moment to feel uncertain before his hands were on her again, skimming over flesh. He groaned slightly as he found her hard nipples, the slickness beneath her thong. He sank to his knees and pressed his mouth, breath hot, against her mound.
    She wanted to feel his tongue inside her too. Could she tell him? Yes, she should, but she lost the moment as his thumb hooked aside the crotch of her panties. She felt the quick graze of teeth, then his entire tongue pressed wetly inside her. She pressed back. Her hips arched, seeking the rasp of his taste buds against her clit.
    He replaced his tongue with his wide fingers. “Pinch your nipples for me.”
    The lace of the bra heightened the sensation as she squeezed the hard buds between her fingers. He smiled, a frank grin of male appreciation as he watched her touch herself.
    He rolled her clit under his thumb, making ever-tightening circles. If he kept that up, he was going to take her right over the edge. Any minute. She bent her knees to get closer to those magic hands. He pressed harder, setting one firm knuckle against her ass, and she came, spasming around his fingers. He pumped them lazily in and out of her channel, making her jump.
    “Ah, sexy,” he sighed, standing up. He shucked his clothes unselfconsciously in the middle of her living room and pulled her afghan over the couch. “Is this okay?”
    She nodded.
    He grabbed his briefcase and sat down on the blanket. “You’ll see why I wanted you turned-on when I show you the toys.”
    Alisa hid a frown. Damn, she had thought he’d jumped her because he couldn’t keep his hands off her, not because he was warming her up for the toys. Why couldn’t she seem to remember that this was a job for both of them?
    He pulled out three black rubber rings with spider-like protrusions and she waited for him to explain the bizarre objects.
    Mark slid one ring down the length of his erect cock, topping it with a condom.
    She raised her eyebrows. “What now?” she asked.
    He rested his head against the back of the couch and gazed at her through lowered lids. His pale eyes glowed like aqua flames. “Climb on, baby.” Heat shot through her. Suddenly, the stretchy black ring didn’t look silly anymore.
    She walked toward the couch, slowly shedding her bra and panties. She placed one knee on each side of his hips. His fingers played around her entrance and his cockhead bumped against her. His hands on her hips eased her down, and she sat, sliding his cock deep inside her. The plastic spider bumped against her clit.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    “For what?”
    “I’m going to fire it up.” He reached between them.
    The spider began to crawl.
    “Oh my God!” she squealed, shooting straight up.
    “Good or bad?” he smiled, hands busy on her skin, catching her, coaxing her back down.
    “Umm…”
    “Give it a chance.”
    It wasn’t a spider, really. The cock ring had an attachment similar to the clit cup on BodyVibe. When she hit it just right, the vibration was amazing, and the added stimulation of a hard cock coasting in and out of her hole as she slid up and down was irresistible.
    “Needs to be a different color,” she gasped. “Too creepy.”
    “Done.”
    Her knees clutched his hips as she hugged the downstroke, pressing her clit against the tickler, trapping it between them. Tension gathered around her like energy during an electrical storm. The pleasure was so intense that she felt like her hair must be standing on end and that the sparks behind her eyelids should be shooting from her fingertips too.
    His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and her pelvis against his cock. She flew over the edge instantly.
    She soared above him and he held her tight against his chest until she collapsed. She tucked her face into his neck and tried to stop shaking as the last of the lights disappeared. His hands