stephrogers | Medoria

"Super witch." Gently cupping her cheek in his hand, he smiled faintly. "Have a preference on the toys?"

"Preferences? I don't even know what you really mean when you say toys," she replied. Stephanie leaned into his touch.

"Well... For starters..." He bent down, beneath the bed, pulling out a small bottle of bronze oil. "We could use this."

She furrowed her brow and looked at him, raising herself up onto her elbows. "What's that?"

"A sensitizing agent," he told her,. "When it's through with you, you'll be able to feel the slightest breeze against your skin."

"Sensitizing agent, huh?" she asked, sitting up more. "This one of the toys and tools you were talking about?"

"Would you object if it was?" he asked, breaking the seal.

"What about you?" she asked, a little nervous.

"Perhaps later," he offered, pouring some out onto his hand. "If I might?"

"Yes." She smiled. "Are you sure it's...all right for just me to enjoy this?"

"Trust me," he whispered, gently touching it against her breast - rubbing it into the skin, to make it more responsive. "You won't be the only one who takes joy from this."

"Oh..." she moaned. Stephanie arched into his touch so that she could feel more of his fingers against her breast.

He clasped it fully, rubbing the oil in - his thumb rotating about the nipple before pressing into the tip. His other hand repeated the process with her other breast, and he pressed her lightly against the bed - letting her feel the pressure through her sensitive skin - as he kissed her.

Stephanie tugged him down for a fierce kiss as she tried to push more of her breasts into his talented hands.

He lifted one of the hands away, brushing a finger - and the oil - gently across her lips, pressing it in a little to coat her inside as well as out,

He wanted her to feel the next kiss.

"Oh God," she moaned, feeling the immediate effect. Stephanie panted harshly and arched more and more against him.

One hand still gripped about her breast, the other began to move - spreading the oil across her stomach, her sides - reaching to wash it across her back, so that she would feel the bed beneath her form as he pressed her hard against it.

She cried out from the sensations: The bed underneath her, him over her, him everywhere. Steph began to writhe more and moan continuously.

He wasn't done yet, of course; not until he had coated every inch of Stephanie's skin, rubbing it down the inside of her thighs, stroking it gently against her arms - letting his chest grind against her as he pinned her for another kiss. And when every inch of her was finished, the real fun would begin.

The first vibrator was for her rear, if she was willing; he would coat it in the oil, to sensitize her on the way in; the second was a little bullet, meant to in while leaving room for him. That too would be coated, and inserted - after he took a moment to sensitize the inner walls walls with his finger, paying special attention to Stephanie's clit. He wanted it to be done smoothly, after all.

She cried out more. God, he was everywhere and Steph could barely keep up with him. "N-Nathaniel," she sighed pleasurably. "Oh wow...I...I...oh..."

Smiling at her reaction, he kissed her once more. Hard and ready after seeing her writhe, he angled himself against her opening - knees moving to spread her legs apart, hands working to keep hers down. Again, he kissed her, before thrusting quickly inward, wrapping his hand about her waist again, as his hand reached to take her breast anew.

She cried out loudly and shuddered when he thrust into her. She was tight, wet and she groaned. Her fingers twitched and she writhed under him. "N-Nathaniel!"

"Stephanie," he whispered, bending down to touch lips. There was a smile on his face when he thrusted into her - pinching lightly at a sensitive nipple to add a little pain to the mix.

"Ah!" she cried out. The small pinch of pain added to her pleasure. Stephanie arched more into his hands. She could feel her toes curling in pleasure and she whimpered. Everything was so sensitive.

He chuckled faintly, tightening his grip on her as he began to slowly rock against her - picking up the pace.

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