Toys For Two  (c) Copyright L.Baker, 2003
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The flickering light of a dozen candles casts a shimmering glow over his body, as 
he lies sprawled against large, fluffy pillows, one arm thrown carelessly over his head. I lounge next to him, running a finger over one leanly muscled thigh as he presses a hand to the small of my back where he lightly traces a pattern over the soft triangle of flesh there. Long and lovely, his cock lies nestled between his legs and I let my eyes linger there while my hands continue their journey over cool naked skin. Goose bumps pop beneath my fingers and he sighs through barely parted lips as I dip my head to touch my tongue to one of his nipples, which hardens as he draws a shaky breath. Gently, playfully, I nip and bite first one nipple and then the other, the rich, fiery halo of my hair cascading across his stomach, tickling and teasing in places my fingers have yet to reach.

How I love touching this man! I marvel, that after more than a decade, there is not one 
inch of him that is not familiar to me yet, I am always surprised at the tremor of excited discovery I feel each time I touch him. Abandoning his nipples, my tongue begins traveling a path of its own, following the trail of hair that ends abruptly at his belly button where I swirl my tongue inside, tasting the faintest trace of soapy water. He smells lean and tastes clean and I smile to myself for things, I know, are about to get very dirty.

"Fuck me, baby. Finger my "Lifting my head and pressing a finger to his 
lips, I silence his petition. His craving is evident in the deep pools of green staring back at me but I won't give in to his need so easily. After all, where would the fun be in that?

"Fuck you? With just my finger?" Bobbing my head again, I wrap my tongue around the fat head of his cock before re-meeting his smoldering gaze. "Ooh sweet daddy," I purr, "I think I can do better than that."

Slinking on all fours, I survey the myriad of toys and lotions displayed at the foot of the bed. 

"Hmmm," I murmur, wiggling my hiney just enough to tempt and tease. "I don't think I see anything you'd like."

Thwack! 

It was the response I'd expected but my yelp of delighted surprise was genuine none-the-less. 

"Look again." He croons, his breath warm and tingly where I picture the imprint of his hand turning a bright red against the milky softness of my flesh. I wiggle again in a silent plea for more but he doesn't comply so I return my attention to the decadent display before me, quickly making my selections before turning to find my lover once again reclining against the multitude of pillows, his sinewy legs spread invitingly. I kneel there between them and lift his slumbering rod to meet my lips in a kiss that causes it to flush a dusty pink and flair its velvety hood as it begins to awaken. Sliding my lips down the lengthening shaft, his expanding cock grows thicker, fat and filled with creamy nectar and, oh how I long to linger there, licking and sucking until I'm rewarded with the inevitable explosion. But, with great effort, I lift my head and retrieve a bottle of brightly colored liquid from the small selection I'd just made and tip the bottle so that its contents flow, drenching that savory cock in bright green, syrupy goodness. My lover's eyes blaze a with longing so palpable that it breathes with a life of its own as I trace the oil's path with my tongue. Hooking his arms beneath his knees, my longtime love pulls his legs farther apart so that the oil glides languidly over his cleanly shaven balls and dribbles, finally, into the crack of his ass. Mercilessly, I tease, flicking my tongue around the back door opening where it pools. 

"Fuck it, baby." He means to command me but his words are barely above a reverent whisper. 

"Not yet lover, not yet." I soothe, working my way back up to the satiny hood of his cock where I wriggle the pointed tip of my tongue into the tiny hole, hoping for a taste of him. I am not disappointed for we have trained this beautiful cock, he and I, to erupt multiple times in small spurts of warm stickiness that gratify my efforts and encourage me to press on to the grand finale. 

"God, I love watching you suck my cock." He reaches down and pushes back the flaming mane that obstructs his view and I continue to lick and suck and lap greedily at the entire length of him, lost, for the moment, in the musky smell of his sex as it fills my nostrils and makes me dizzy with desire. 

Abruptly I stop and, amazed at my restraint, I slap his cock against my tongue one last time before his deliverance can be realized. Sitting back on my heels and ignoring the protest I see about to erupt from his lips, I reach for two items from amongst the playthings I've selected. This time, however, there's no need for me to silence him for he does that on his own when he sees what I intend and is content, instead, to watch my preparations and stroke his steely pole. 

I've chosen his favorite toy, a hot pink butt plug whose vibrating beads increase in size from tip to base. I sometimes think I choose it more for me than for him though and I'm not ashamed to admit I like the naughty way he wriggles and writhes when he fucks it. His breathing grows heavier and his tongue passes over his lips hungrily as he watches me slather its tapering shaft with the silken contents of the jar I've set between his legs. Both my hand and the vibe are soon well coated and I reach out to fondle his balls, cupping the sac, pregnant with un-spilled juices. Lifting them, I trail a lubricated finger along the secret seam hidden beneath and am soon rewarded for my inventiveness with shuddering spasms that give away my lover's body's delight even before I begin tenderly plumbing the delicate hollowness below them. He soon oozes with buttery sleekness and scarcely notices when I remove my finger, replacing it with the vibe, artfully topped with the teensiest dab of Anal Eze. Methodically I insert it one undulating bead at a time. 

"Mmmm that's it," He coos, "Nice and slow." Leisurely, his hand roams the blue veined shaft of his cock while, with the other, he tweaks his nipples, already hard and erect as the rod he so lovingly fondles. Low moans escape his lips and fall softly about the candle lit room and suddenly I am aware of the wetness between my legs. Taking his hand, I guide it to where mine still probes his soft, puckering hole. 

"Show me how you like to fuck it, daddy." Breathless and sort of whispery, my words hold nothing of the force I'd meant them to possess for I'm struck, as always, at how beautiful he is at these times, sharing with me what he will share with no one else. 
Reaching for the one item I've chosen for myself and saved for just this moment, I relax next to my self-indulgent lover, sighing tender words of encouragement as he lasciviously ministers to the needs of both his rock hard cock and his well-stuffed playhole with deliciously long, slow strokes. My own need intensifies and I splay my legs to expose the pink pearl of my clit standing at attention and quaking to erupt. I can't resist touching it and soon wonderfully warm flutters shimmy through me as my fingers press against the plump, rosy mound. 

"It's beautiful!" His hushed exclamation enflames me and I polish my burgeoning bud feverishly until my breath comes in short bursts punctuated by gasps of pure ecstasy. With a flick of my thumb, my own special toy hums to life and I place it between the downy folds of my palpating pussy as a sticky hand covers my breast. I turn to find my playful bedmate sitting cross-legged beside me, his cock rising majestically from the middle - a gorgeous sentinel, watchful and alert. The crimson tongue of my toy laps at my cloaked cunt and squiggles inside me where its twisting dance causes ripples of molten heat to surge through me.

"Slap it, baby, slap it" I obey immediately, slapping at my clit with the tips of my fingers until

A white-hot stream spurts from me then, arcing just slightly before disappearing into the shadows. Quickly my thirsty lover scrambles to kneel at my feet, his craving to drink almost as strong as my need to quench it and soon his face is shiny and wet. We both laugh out loud and I plunge that waggling tongue deeper inside me while slapping at my clit until steamy juice gushes and squirts, soaking the cottony sheets beneath us. Burying his face between my legs, he swats at the vibe as if it were an offending insect and begins to drink his fill of me, lapping and sucking voraciously at the fountain of my clit until my body quivers and trembles in the throes of its deliverance. Even before my orgasm has fully ended I pull him to me, guiding him to straddle my face so that his cock, slick with pre-cum, dangles invitingly before me. Hungrily I suck it into my mouth, slurping loudly as my muffled moans rise to unite with his. Gently I knead and pet his balls before reaching beneath them to discover his toy still lodged deeply inside him. I give it a deliberate tug, dislodging one slippery bead. 

"So good, that's so good." His head is thrown back and his uses the headboard for support as he thrusts his hips forward so that his cock presses against the back of my throat. I suck harder, milking him until I feel his cock shudder. A second bead pops loose and a thick stream of come splatters against my tonsils before gliding smoothly to my tummy where it settles like steaming, marshmallow filled cocoa. He thrusts his hips faster and I suck with relish, pulling him to me so that my bottom lip brushes over his balls. I feel them tighten and draw up into themselves as I free a third bead and he cries out, twining his fingers in my hair and pushing himself further into my mouth. Liberating the last two beads proves to be his undoing and he shoots his load in great heaving bursts that slide, hot and thick, down my throat. 
His legs shake and he grips the headboard tightly as I lovingly lick him clean before he collapses next to me, pulling me close so that our overheated bodies touch and my head rests on his still heaving chest. We lay that way for a long time, not speaking, listening to the candles sputter out and our breathing return to normal. Sometime later, I lift my chin and he presses his lips to mine in a kiss that holds as much gratitude as it does love. Eventually we sleep, waking in the pre-dawn hours to make love, tenderly and without the accessories of that evening's earlier coupling. 

And then later, in the days and weeks that follow, we are drawn to one another again and again, reinventing rather than reliving what we now fondly refer to as the 'Headboard Incident'.