Cameron Loves Mia: The Gift Pt. 04

"ANYTHING... for you."

Cameron had never meant something so much.

There was a deep seated pain in his eyes, as if he'd carved his own heart out of his chest cavity himself, presenting his entire life as an offering. Every sunrise and sunset, every long day and sleepless night, every ounce of future potential and every lost opportunity, every birthday and Juneteenth, every dull moment and anniversary; spending all of it with Mia was the only way he wanted to die. The sting on his skin was a badge of honor he wore with the same heaviness as a veteran in mourning. A ring wasn't enough; theft, pawn, and loss were things he just couldn't allow, not on his watch. During his tattoo session, he imagined being buried with her mark on his skin, and it brought him an odd sense of joy. He never believed in dying FOR someone, but living in HER honor, dying WITH her, that seemed to be the only path he wanted anymore.

Emotionally raw and bleeding, he didn't quite have the right words for the way he felt, his depth of love and devotion saturating every second he spent micromanaging her day. He watched, validated as that same love pooled its way around her lower eyelashes. He gave everything to this; she could feel it in the faint tremor in his hands. She clumsily gripped at his shirt, her dire need to feel every part of him growing exponentially.

He pulled her lips into his own with urgency, as if she were the only air safe enough for him to breathe. She pulled the front of his waistband with all of her strength, so close she could feel his ribcage struggling to entangle with hers. It felt as though they were trying to consume one another, glue their souls together.

It took only the smallest whimper to leave her lips for him to jump into action; he couldn't bother with instructions anymore, pulling her hands free from his groin and up over his head, the chain from her restraints falling over his shoulder. He hoisted her up again, crossing her ribs with one arm, and crossing the other to cup her thigh crease. She attempted to cross her ankles behind his tailbone, but her orange creamsicle heels made that difficult. She did away with them with exasperation, using the tip of one foot to kick the heel off of the other.

He held onto her tightly as he turned away from the counter, walking her to the bedroom. He didn't have to pay attention to where he was going; he'd done this walk many times before, on nights where he was too drunk and unable to keep his hands off of her long enough to get comfortable. She trusted him completely; any blind damage they did to the house was well deserved, invited even. After an entire day of being swept off of her feet, one blissful surprise after another, she was most looking forward to this. She couldn't wait to show him her ever-growing gratitude and appreciation for everything he'd done for her... everything.

As they approached the threshold, he stopped, pushing her back against the wall next to the doorway. Her sudden gasp overtook him, as if that sound alone was the trigger for some secret beast within him, snapping and snarling at its enclosure and the smell of nearby prey. Feeling the goosebumps on her skin, the curls in her hair pushing past her shoulders, her poor feet just struggling to find steady ground; he'd been waiting months for this, the moment he could show her everything he'd been holding back. He kissed her, so deeply it hurt them both, but they couldn't care less. He tasted the tiny beads of sweat right underneath her jaw, kissing his way down to her collar bone as he ran his hand up her neck, then through her hair, removing the beautifully decorated hair clip from the back of her head. He ran his fingers through the roots of her curls and held on for dear life, letting the beaded elastic claw fall to the floor.

"Finally," he said, breathlessly.

She sighed desperately, her hands roaming his shoulders and locs as much as her chains would allow. She stirred in her corset of rope, growing exponentially more restless; she felt her sanity start to slip away, her thirst for physical freedom overshadowing the warmth of his hungry hands on her skin. He pulled her away from the wall, adjusting his grip so that her heavy, shapely backside filled each of his hands. He held on tightly, digging his nails into her skin ever so slightly as he walked her into the dimmly lit bedroom.

"Baby," Cameron huffed between kisses.

"Hm," Mia mumbled, her brain almost completely clouded over.

He walked her over to the foot of the bed, facing away from the headboard; he seemed to be choosing his steps very carefully as he spoke.

"Remember when I said, 'this yo' last gift?'" He asked.

"Mhm," she mumbled again, too busy tasting the salt on his neck to pay any real attention.

"I lied."

With a vice grip on his lover's ass, he lowered himself onto the footboard bench beneath him, carefully sitting his paramour onto some kind of... contraption... in front of him. He gently separated her cheeks with both hands, taking a moment to savor the sound of her delectable, squelching pussy, before slowly and carefully sliding her into place.

"Ah!" She gasped, completely bewildered.

She recoiled, clinging onto him even tighter as she felt a thick, slightly textured silicone member enter her with surprising ease.

"Sshhh," he hushed, lowering her the rest of the way until the flats of her feet comfortably touched the dense rug underneath.

Only part of the floor beneath her was carpeted, however. She felt it before she saw it, her big toe touching the frame of a large mirror. He separated himself from her grasp, almost painfully, and placed her cuffed hands in front of her on the small platform she saddled, watching her in amusement as she explored her new surroundings. Leaning on her hands, she could see her flushed and confused reflection beneath her, her wavy curls falling around her face, along with her beautifully framed and dripping fruit, filled with a brand new toy that seemed to match her handcuffs. A steel rod protruded from the other end of the silicone attachment, connecting it to some kind of motor that plugged into the wall.

Mia looked beyond thrilled, filled with a strange giddiness one would usually see on a nerdy kid in a game shop.

"How the hell you hide a FUCK MACHINE?!"

Cameron laughed; he knew she'd be beside herself, and her reaction did not disappoint.

"You gon' talk about it or turn it on?"

"Turn it on, turn it on!" She squealed.

*click*

The room filled with a low buzzing noise. As the machine receded, Mia held the sides of the center platform with both hands. She watched the mirror intently, sneaking a peek at the iridescent blue and silver marbling throughout the black silicone. She watched in awe as the machine slowly pressed forward, pushing the girthy toy back inside of her; it looked as if she invited the lust of the galaxy itself. He watched her with the softest joy in his eyes, basking in his fiancee's twisted sense of wonder. He loved watching her observe herself, finding new forms of beauty she'd never seen before; as proud of himself as he was, he couldn't hold a candle to this.

"You like what'chu see, baby?" He asked, refusing to take his eyes off of her.

"Mm-hmmm..." She replied, trailing off as her attention started to fade.

"Good, I want'chu to see what I see."

She met his gaze suddenly, genuinely touched by his sentiment.

"Uh-uh, don't look at me. Eyes to the floor. I'on want'chu focused on nun' else but you. It's ya' birthday, right?"

"Mhmm," she replied, closing her eyes as she hung her head.

He snapped his fingers twice, demanding her attention and obedience. Like muscle memory, she gathered up all of the energy she had left to mind her proper manners.

"What was that?" He demanded.

"Yes, Daddy, it's ma' birthday." She struggled to correct herself.

"That's right, baby..."

He studied her intently. The way her hair draped over her face as she struggled to keep her head down, her skin glowing in the soft, low lighting, the rise and fall of her glistening chest, the restlessness in her hands as she adjusted her grip on the leather cushion of the platform; it made him fall in love with her all over again. He sat patiently, waiting for her essence to bloom like the flower freshly etched into his skin. He watched her get lost in herself, slowly growing more and more aroused by her own facial expressions. The furrow in her brow, the flutter of her eyelids, the bite she had on her lower lip; even the trails of her runny mascara turned her on. She wore her love for him all over her face, her dried tears a testimony of his exaltation. In this moment, she suddenly realized she'd never seen herself in the throws of love before. She could barely recognize herself, her face soft and flushed, eyes hazy and full of longing; was this what he saw every time he looked at her?

"Ohh, pretty little thing," he sighed wistfully.

She whimpered hopelessly, trying and failing to squeeze her legs together; there was something so strange about the way he babied her. She'd always considered herself to be a hardened individual, her past the pressurizing force that made brilliant crystals from her blackened soul. She could never remember when her heart of coal turned to diamonds, but she knew it couldn't possibly have happened without him. She hated being teased for her height, but he made her love being short. While others called her 'too picky,' he spoiled her when she pouted. When fury clouded her vision, he delighted in her vindication wholeheartedly. How was he able to make her feel so fragile, so precious, so... enticing?

The distance between them, although only about a half meter, felt like miles to him. Despite his discipline, his desperate need to touch her grew more and more palpable; he wanted, more than anything, for her to feel him taking this journey with her. He couldn't allow her to swim in his warmth just yet. He needed her complete surrender, her unwavering faith in her safety and pleasure.

Mia sighed audibly, caught between the growing power of her physical sensations and the breathtaking visage of love showering her reflection. As her eyes threatened to close, Cameron let her sink into herself a bit before quite literally snapping her out of it.

"Keep ya' eyes open. I want'chu to see what I see when you cum."

She couldn't help but watch the bewilderment spread across her face as he turned the dial, speeding up the pace of the machine. She let out a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering as she struggled even harder to keep eye contact with herself, the fight for focus replacing her usual discomfort.

"You' so preeetty, baby," he cooed.

He took his time, watching her swoon over herself as he continued.

"You don't know how bad I wanted to keep you tied up in here all... damn... day... just like this." He trailed his finger up the curve of her knee slightly, watching her with ravenous eyes. "I'ssa blessin' you had to work today, I needed yo' ass out' the house."

He increased the speed, the sound of pumping hydraulic machinery growing louder.

"Can't imagine gettin' SHIT done wit'chu lookin' like that... My god..." His eyes softened, switching back and forth between her shuddering form and her reflection.

He shook his head in wonder; she wore his handiwork beautifully, but he longed to watch her crumble and fall away, only held together by the silk wrapping her midsection. She squirmed and heaved, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on her own reflection beneath her. Her leg was shaking sporadically, and he knew exactly what that meant; she was right on the edge, and holding on for dear life. He chose his words carefully, with an almost surgical level of precision.

"You see that? See the way you tremble for me, baby? Nah, don't look at me: focus. Don't make me hold ya' fuckin' eyes open, you hear me?"

He didn't bother waiting for her to answer. He didn't see a point; she was already brain-dead. He continued.

"This... THIS is why I love breakin' you..."

He increased the speed on the machine once more. She yelped, squealing helplessly, but his hunger for her destruction far outweighed her dire need for release. He couldn't care less.

"God, the sight of you shatterin' to pieces is so... mesmerizing." He leaned in closer to her, just close enough to make eye contact with her reflection for the briefest of moments, before forcing her focus back onto herself.

She grew even more exasperated, her toes curling in on themselves as her ankles began to shake wildly. Her breath was much more labored, so much so that the sound of the chain connecting her collar to her wrists could be heard even over the sound of pumping machinery. The sight of her own suffering was almost unbearable, the wild terror in her eyes revealing the nature of his own sick satisfaction. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it.

"Daddy, pleee-hee-hee-heeease," Mia begged.

She knew the rule: not without his permission.

"You think I give a fuck about'chu beggin'? Huh?" Cameron asked, thoroughly amused; he knew how much her torture excited them both.

He tisked at her, shaking his head. "Sooo greeedy, baby... I know how bad you want this shit, how much you been cravin' it. But'chu don't want it bad enough. Not yet...-"

"Fuck..." She said, her voice stifled.

He chuckled. 'That's ma' baby,' he thought to himself. 'Fuckin' trooper.'

"Not 'til I see it. Beggin' ain't gon' get'chu no-fuckin'-where. I see what I want, you cum when I say."

He stood, untying his locs, allowing them to fall past his shoulders, framing his sinister glare in the way he knew she couldn't resist. He then removed his linen button-up, his pectoral muscle still slightly twitching from the sting of new ink. He adjusted a bit, making sure to relax his shoulders before reaching for his belt.

The sound of his belt buckle coming undone drew her immediate attention. Her eyes met his own, dark and daring, and she wondered if this was what lie beyond the blindfold. She remembered his flavor profile, the way the rim of his southern helmet tugged on the back of her throat, the way his veins bulged against the roof of her mouth, his resonant growl, his hands tightening around her head... She forgot where her eyes had wandered, but she couldn't stop her desire, let alone hide the frustration from having to return her gaze to her own reflection. It was too late; she was approaching the point of no return at an incredible speed.

The combination of feral hunger, torturous anticipation, and divine worship on her face was a truly astonishing sight to behold; she couldn't believe the faces she made because of him. She watched as panic flooded her face, her eyes aflutter, her top lip twitching ever so slightly. She dug her nails into the leather platform of the machine, changing the color and texture the harder she scraped into it, threatening to expose the padding underneath. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, he narrowed his eyes, doing away with his belt and unzipping his slacks as he spoke.

"Thaaat's what I like to see, baby." He sat down again, making sure to take in every detail about this moment; he needed her to observe her truest form, to see herself through her lover's eyes, to witness EXACTLY what her love looked like, to have that love aimed back at her.

Mia's vision clouded over, her impending physical climax turning her reflection into furniture. The last thing she saw was the growing whites of her eyes before Cameron's words invaded her mind.

"Focus... Open your eyes."

"Huhh, hauh, hahh," she gasped, every moan growing louder, more intense, more insufferable.

He waited until she locked eyes with herself again.

"Now, sing."

"Fuck! AaaaaaAAAAAHHH!"

Her vibrato matched the rhythm of the machine beneath her, her voice reaching octaves high enough to raise suspicion from the neighbors. The alternating sound of gushing fluid to pumping hydraulics, combined with her raspy screams, made a sound that could only be described as a cacophonous harmony of terrible euphoria. The sudden and violent urge to throw her head back was met with equally violent resistance, the chain connecting her neck to her wrists pulling taut with a notable clinking sound.

He sat there, his elbows resting on his knees, locs draping over his shoulders as well as his brow. He stared at her with a numinous intensity; usually he'd be too focused on denying his own pleasure to truly drink in every cry, every gasp, every whimper that left her lips. This time, though, he keenly observed her long-awaited release with religious dedication. The puddle forming at the base of the machine, the glass mirror now stained with her glorious mess, her limbs spasming wildly, her embroidered bosom heaving with severity, goosebumps covering every inch of her skin, the glint from underneath her clitoral hood shining with every mechanical thrust; he couldn't possibly imagine a more deific sight.

His chest tightened, his eyes misting over as he watched her struggle for clarity. He wanted her to crave him, but he was the one starving himself of her touch, her stare, her laugh, her care. He'd done so much to give her an unforgettable day, solely devoted to her and everything she could ever desire, that he couldn't help but consider the multitude of ways she'd shown up for him every day. Cheering him on, holding him through strife, allowing him to fail, providing clarity in uncertainty, advocating for him, encouraging his growth and improvement, keeping him honest, especially with himself; gifts, food, arousing outfits, and spousal duties were among the smallest of ways she expressed her love and devotion to him. She honored him like a leader, and he worshipped her like a goddess in turn.

The sound of her hand pounding the leather cushion snapped him out of his awestricken stupor, the sound of her rattling chains ringing in his ears. He slowed the speed of the machine to a crawl, allowing her to catch her breath.

"FUUUUH-huh-huuuuuck!" She shouted, hunched over gasping.

"Oh, baaaby..." He cooed, still mystified by his lover's eruption.

The pain of his trousers restricting his pulsating flesh reminded him that they needed to be removed. He pulled them over his hips and backside as if on autopilot, never taking his eyes off of her as he rid himself of his socks and shoes, leaving everything in a heaping pile on the floor beneath him. Painfully erect and dripping, he reached for her chin, lifting her head up to meet his loving eyes. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek, cradling her face in his hands as she tried and failed to gain her composure.

"Look at- hey. Look at me." He demanded. "I want'chu to put'cho fuckin' hands on the edge o' that thing. Don't you fuckin' move 'em, you understand?"

She nodded, her pupils fully dilated. She bit her lip pitifully, her brain void of any activity. Her insides were buzzing, thrumming with the energy that was just ripping through her. She could feel her puddle of nectar underneath the balls of her feet, her clitoris throbbing, begging for his attention. She squirmed, locking her hands around the padded platform underneath her.

"Good. Love gettin' to spoil ma' princess." He spoke, his voice low and soft. "Fiiilthy lil' thing."

He moved one of his hands away from her face, just long enough to turn on the machine again, and brought it back to her cheek, watching as she nuzzled into the warmth of his palm. His dripping mass twitched in response, making it more evident just how much discipline it took to pull off this entire endeavor. She whined desperately, the machine whirring back to life underneath her. She closed her eyes, determined to swim in the sensation of his massive hands on her face, but he wasn't having it.

"Uh-uh. Don't'chu take ya' fuckin' eyes off me," Cameron commanded. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you. I'on want'chu to focus on nun' else. It's just you and me, baby. Look at me. I'm here. I'm right here wit'chu."

Mia nodded, her eyes growing larger, softer. Nothing else existed in her world; only the sound of the machine pumping firm silicone into her viscous cunt, her fiance's voice filling the deep recesses of her mind, and the intensity in his eyes, a fire that threatened to engulf her completely. She'd never felt safer than in that moment, at her lover's mercy. She'd found herself caught in complete submission, willing to sacrifice all of her humanity for his pleasure.

"Ohh, look at'chu... so fuckin' preeetty, baby." He cooed, slowly taking in every detail of the wreckage on her face. "God, I wanna tear you apart, y'know that? But I know I'on have to. You know Daddy got'chu, right?" He asked.

She nodded, her doe-eyes completely glazed over, her brows furrowed, her brain inactive and liquidified.

"I got'chu, baby. You ain't had to think about shit all day, did you? Hm? Not a goddamn thing. You ain't had to worry 'bout what to eat, what to wear, what to think, what to do, nunnadat shit. You gimme the reigns, I'ma take care of ma' baby." He increased the speed, continuing to caress her face. "No decisions, remember? I got'chu. You ain't gotta keep it all together, baby. You ain't gotta worry 'bout a damn thing. Ain't shit I won't do for you, you know that."

She gasped softly, her breath quickening as tears filled her eyes.

"Why you- *gasp* -spoil me- *gasp* -like this?" She asked, fighting against the wave of pleasure threatening to consume her.

He smirked. "'Cause you do it for me every day. I ain't never had to come home worried 'bout nun' gettin' taken care of, 'cause I know you got it. Only thing I gotta worry 'bout is keepin' you happy and stayin' the fuck out'cho way. I be gettin' in ma' own way, too, sometimes. But'chu don't ever lemme spoil you, baby..." His face softened, mild concern behind the exaltation in his eyes. "-and that's aaall I wanna do."

*click*

"Uugh!" She moaned, every sensation being heightened without her permission. "Ohh, fuuuck..."

"You gon' let Daddy spoil you now? Hm?" He asked.

"Yeesss- *gasp* -I love it, I love when you spoooil meeeee!" She cried, tear streaks ruining what was left of her makeup.

"Y'know what that means, right? Means you gotta do what I tell you. So when I tell you to hold it-"

"Augh, fck-..."

"-you gon' hold it for me?"

"I can't! I can't, I can't, I ca- *gasp* OHH, god..."

"Hold it. I wanna watch it break you."

"FUCK!"

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here. I got'chu. You feel ma' hands, baby? You fall apart, I catch you, put'chu right back together, a'ight? Who got'chu?"

"You got me."

"Daddy got'chu, baby. I swear, I got'chu."

He wiped her tears with his thumbs, and stuck them both into her mouth.

"Aahhh..." She sighed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She seemed to melt between his fingers; her jaw going slack, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her back relaxing in an arch, allowing the machine to pound into her effortlessly. Small droplets of fluid broke the steady rhythm of hydraulic action, and he knew it would take no time at all to turn that trickle into a jet stream.

"So preeecious, baby..." He watched his words wash over her, her consciousness now lost in the void of subspace.

At first, it appeared as though she were sinking further into herself; that was until he felt her hands on his mound and shaft. He thought of reprimanding her, but his dick fought against him, leaking even more profusely from her touch.

"Fuck..." He sighed deeply, feeling her thumb draw circles around his frenulum.

"Oh shit, ohh shit," she moaned around the thumbs in her mouth, allowing the full weight of her head to rest in his hands.

Cameron zoned in and out of his vision, torn between feasting on Mia's torture and letting his body speak for him. As the sound of splashing grew louder, she moved her thumb back and forth across his sensitive spot like a metronome, in rhythm with the machine filling her insides. His swollen glands throbbed even harder, threatening to throw him completely off course before the time was right. As focused on her sweet destruction as he was, he couldn't deny his own suffering any longer.

"Fuck... fuck..." He moaned, inhaling sharply.

He couldn't take it anymore. The time to wait was over.

"Break for me." He said between breaths. "Please, baby. I need to see it."

Slowly, her eyes closed, the new slack in her chain allowing her to tilt her head further back. She closed her mouth around his thumbs, attempting to suck them even further into her mouth. She then wrapped her tongue around them, opening her eyes to look at him, determined to give him everything he asked for, everything he demanded from her. Her legs shook wildly before going completely limp as she gripped his massive member with both hands, giving him one solid stroke all the way down to the base.

This pushed him past his own breaking point; he pulled his thumbs free from her mouth, forcefully wrapping his hands around her neck, right above her collar. Consumed with lust-filled aggression, he stared daggers into her, her face full of terror, saliva dripping from her open mouth.

"Let. Go."

With eyes white and a face full of dread, she suddenly hunched over, releasing him from her grasp and gripping the sides of the leather platform for dear life. Her hips shot up from the machine, her legs acting on their own accord as she violently detached herself from the motorized sex toy. With a sloppy squelching sound, her sinful liquid covered the entire contraption underneath her, soaking deep into the short shag carpeting. She choked on her screams, slowly losing consciousness with every forceful burst of fluid. He kept his hold on her pulse until her squirting ceased, her body going completely limp in his hands.

He leaned her body against his own, resting her head on his shoulder as he quickly turned the machine off. He unbuckled her collar and held her there, stroking her hair until she came to, moaning and gasping for air. He grabbed her face again, his eyes glued to hers, full of dire intensity and care.

"Hey. I'm here. I'm right here." He said, urgently.

"What the fuck did you DO to me-hee-heee?" She cried, her entire body vibrating with a kind of severity she wouldn't dare describe.

"You' okay." He assured her, pressing his forehead against hers. "I got'chu. That was so beautiful, baby; you did such a good job for me. Here."

He reached for her wrists, removing her handcuffs, and tossed them onto the floor. He held her tightly against him, allowing her to come back to herself.

"I'm so proud- I'm SO fuckin' proud of you, Mia." He whispered to her, gently rocking her back and forth.

When she finally came to her senses, the first thing she could hear was Cameron's heartbeat. She felt his bulky arms around her, rubbing her back as he whispered loving affirmations in her ear. She'd never been so empty-headed; no worries, no second guessing, no planning ahead, no risk assessments, no unpredictable circumstances or damage control. Having no reason to think was incredibly freeing, and that made true surrender more attainable than she ever thought possible. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of his thumbprints on her tongue; she could feel the wet spots on her ass left by the cum-covered silicone, the pool of fluid beneath her now soaking her soles. Her entire body was tingling in a way she'd never felt before, and she was quite taken aback by how emotionally calm she felt, despite her body tremors and stuttering inhalation. For the first time in years, her hypervigilance was nowhere to be found, allowing her to fully process the out-of-body experience thrust upon her.

After a few moments, she sat up slightly, looking into the eyes of her paramour. He met her gaze, refusing to fully release her. He caressed her face, feeling no need to speak; every detail of the day revealed everything he needed her to know, everything he'd ever felt for her. He pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her slowly and sweetly.

With a single tug, he untied her silk rope corset, loosening each layer until it fell around her hips. He wasn't prepared for the catharsis he felt, finally having access to her skin. He wrapped his arm around her waist, clutching her tightly as they kissed one another with more ferocity. It was then that he finally allowed himself the pleasure of letting go, surrendering himself to her. Her scent, her skin, her sounds, her tongue, her utterly nude vulnerability; he threw himself into it, swimming in her aura. Even as the tears left his eyes, he couldn't stop. He needed her desperately, and keeping himself under control for so long was much too painful. The only thing that kept him in line was how rare birthday treatment was to her; he needed her unbridled joy to become his magnum opus. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, entangling his fingers in her curls, tasting his tears on her skin. He didn't care. He embraced her with every fiber of his being, his animalistic sighs growing louder as his consumption took over.

As the dense fog of passion settled around them, he stood, machine dial in hand, moving from the front to the rear of the contraption, sitting right behind her with the silicone toy between them.

"Sit up."

She leaned forward, realigning herself as if by muscle memory.

"Now, lean back."

She obeyed, a soft sigh escaping her lips, before inhaling sharply, a new and surprising sensation stretching her slick, pink walls.

"Oh, fuck... how- shit!" She exhaled, unsure of how to react.

He'd pressed his swollen flesh against the mechanical toy, sliding them both into the same lush, tender hole.

"Go slow."

He inserted himself, determined not to stretch her beyond capacity. She breathed deeply, lowering herself carefully until she reached his southern bells.

"Fuck!" She whimpered. "How the fuck you doin' that?"

"C'mere." He beckoned.

She leaned into him, tossing her arm around the back of his neck. He planted deep, tender kisses on her shoulders, blindly exploring her skin with his hands. They glided past her ribs, around her hips and the curve of her ass, down her thighs, and around again. He turned the dial, skipping past its lowest setting, and did away with it, determined to ride the pace he'd set. He wrapped his arm around her waist, using the other hand to play with her beautiful blue piercing.

She moaned excitedly, her body already hypertuned to him. She'd been silently begging for his touch all day, tortured by how devoted he was to avoiding it until the last possible second. She was thankful, however; she'd never felt every cell in her body scream for him so loudly. She melted into him, knowing she'd happily die with him having his way with her. There was truly no other place on the planet she'd rather be than here with him, being torn to such lovely pieces. She massaged the roots of his locs, searching for any sensation to give to him. Now, with him joining the toy inside of her, she was grateful he'd finally receive the pleasure she so desperately wanted to throw at him.

This wasn't just a new experience for her; he'd never interacted with a fuck machine either, let alone in such an intimate fashion. Feeling his veins pressed against silicone felt odd at first, but once it started moving, he knew there was no chance he'd be leaving the cushion stain-free. He couldn't wait to join her in terrible bliss, finally succumbing to his ever present hunger for her screaming orgasms. With all caution thrown to the wind, freeing himself of the burden of discipline, he allowed himself to feast.

He slid his hand up her torso, keeping the other occupied with her swollen clit. He grabbed her breast, feeling her rapid heartbeat underneath. He licked and kissed his way up her neck and shoulder until he met the outer edge of her ear.

"No more bad birthdays." He said breathlessly, lightly sucking her decorated earlobe between his lips. "I love you so much, Mia."

"I fuckin' love you, Cam- augh!" She replied, feeling her fire rise again, this time, consuming them both.

Her screams traveled through the rest of the house with ease, a joyous 'thank you' echoing from every wall.