You look back up at me, eyes bright.
"Yes, we'll get you all tucked in." I can't NOT grin at you when you're so damn excited. "But clean up your mess first."
You slide down and start working on my hip with long, flat strokes of your tongue before sucking at the spot you left. It's the weirdest feeling, somewhere between erotic and tickling and I savor it for a moment before shooing you off to get your toy.
You hand me the bag and sit back against the headboard. I settle in between your legs. Sliding your balls through the first ring, divine. Holding your sweet baby cock in my mouth to get you wet and tucking you into the cage. Fuuuuuck, I don't know what it is, but something about that lock clicking turns something loose in me. I push up against you, spreading your legs further with my body, fucking into you as hard and surely as if I had a cock myself. The way you sigh and whimper and make yourself open to me only makes it worse (better?).
I want to claim you, hurt you, mark you. I bite at your chest, the softness of your belly. I'm not trying to find the sensation you like, I'm just taking what I want. I smack at the inside of your thighs, pushing your legs wide for me to keep "fucking" into you while my tongue takes your mouth.
Fuck. I climb up to straddle your face, stopping with my sopping cunt just inches from your hungry little mouth. Watching you reach for me is almost as good... but I know what I need.
"C'mon, baby. Suck Mommy's cock." And oh, you do. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The way you suck on my clit honors exactly what I'm feeling as I fuck down into your mouth. My tiny clit-cock between your lips as I push back and forth, harder and harder, I just need...
"Inside. Give Mommy your precious fingers to ride while I fuck your face." You groan and give me exactly what I need, reaching around to push your fingers into me so I can fuck back and forth between your fingers and your mouth, between pushing you into me and pushing me into you.
And I'm done. I'd love to say I was thoughtful and careful and rode out my pleasure on your generosity. But I don't. I fuck, hard, taking exactly what I want until I'm trembling and spasming and crying above you as I pull back to give you room to breathe.
But breathing doesn't seem to be what you want as you wrap both hands around my hips, pulling me back down to your mouth and I'm absolutely shrieking as you suck another orgasm out of me.
"Sweet, sweet baby boy," as I clumsily pat your head in a soft stupor. It takes both of us to get me back down safely. I cover your face with soft kisses, licking at the spots that taste particularly cummy, before tucking you back in to me, on the other side this time, and offering you my nipple.