Erotic Fiction: Silicone Penetration
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Gideon sat next to me on the couch, his face reflecting the light flickering from the television on the other side of the coffee table. I had already helped him into his pyjamas: the sexy green plaid flannel pants I loved him wearing with a baggy black t-shirt that hung loosely over his broad shoulders.
“You’re so handsome, babe.” I turned to him and smiled, taking his soft hand in mine and squeezing it. It wasn’t long before my eyes grew heavy from my long day, and I laid down against the soft cushions of the sofa, my head resting on his firm thighs. When I took his wrist in my own, stroking it along the back of my head, I was lulled into a half-sleep, one that I was abruptly pulled from the moment a loud noise sounded from the TV.
I startled awake, bolting upright and immediately cuddling against the side of Gideon’s body.
“Jeez, that scared me.” Gideon’s face turned to me the moment my hand touched his cheek, guiding. Looking into the depths of his pale grey eyes, it was impossible not to feel calm. But as my heart finally began to slow back to a normal rhythm, I couldn’t help but experience that all-too-familiar sense of arousal creep up on me. When in the presence of a partner who looks like that, how could you not?
“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice a whisper as I slid my hand beneath his shirt to run it along the textured expanse of his abdomen. I knew that it was what he wanted; he always wanted to be inside of me. Like me, his sexual appetite was never satiated.
Gideon’s mouth formed against mine, his full lips moving in tandem with my hungry kisses as I rolled over the top of him and began pulling his shirt over his head. I helped slide his arms out from beneath the dark fabric, holding them at the small of my back. Ever so slowly, they lowered to cup my ass.
I glanced down to begin removing his pants when I noticed the small wet stain I made. It was only a matter of minutes, and I had soaked through my thin nighttime shorts — absent of any underwear beneath them — and onto his pyjamas. I giggled through an apology, sliding my hand under his waistline to grasp at his cock. He was always hard for me. I loved it.
“I want to fuck you right here,” I murmured. “Right here on the couch.”
My clothes fell off nimbly, and I carefully lowered myself onto his firm dick the moment it was exposed. I rode Gideon slowly, raising and lowering myself on him while I clung like a child to his chest. I could almost hear him reassuring me about how good it felt to have me riding him, how tight my pussy felt on his cock. God knows how good he felt inside of me. I could die in the middle of moments like those and be completely happy.
I was overcome with the desire to focus my attention on pleasuring him. I carefully pulled myself off of his shaft, feeling the tip caress my lips before I slid down between his legs. Positioned between his thighs, my face against his body’s soft silicone skin, was my favourite place to be. I took his thick cock in my mouth, tasting myself coating him as I bobbed my head up and down on the length of him. My tongue flicking out against the underside of his shaft, my fingers playing with his balls. I pictured him moaning in euphoria, as if his hands clutched at my hair, pulling so roughly that I felt the strands straining at the roots in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.
All I wanted was to be engulfed by Gideon, to have him swallow me, enter me, fill me in every way imaginable.
From beneath fluttering eyelashes, I looked up at my man and watched the expression on his face. Watched him peering down at me. Watched him watch me suck his cock. It was exactly what he needed tonight, the perfect way to end the day and send him off to a night of deep and peaceful sleep. So, when I knew he would be fulfilled, I gave him a final lick, trailing the tip of my tongue along his body before rising to my feet to press a kiss to his forehead.
