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You haven’t seen much of your girlfriend this week. Grace’s somewhat new job at the FBI trapped her in a cycle of early call times and late closings. NDAs and whatever lie detectors she had to go through kept her from sharing why they kept her so long……..but that didn’t mean you couldn’t wait up for her each night.
Those nights, you were practically melting into the sofa as you aimlessly flicked through tv channels. Anything to keep you from worrying about Grace’s return. Your body was always heavy from your own exhaustion, but the flickering bouts of worry would snatch you back into reality. Sometimes, you couldn’t even remember passing out. You’d wake up to a tiptoeing Grace, her failing to navigating through the dark apartment without waking you up. Even worse, there were times you woke up the next morning to the same empty bed: dreaming through the few hours where both of your schedules aligned.
Grace always left a sweet note on those mornings, rambling about how sweet it was for you to try and wait up for her. A few ‘sorry’s here and there, but she always found her way back into thanking you. Her handwriting was neatly lined, but always had random ink blots at the end of each sentence. The smears were left behind as if she forgot to pick up her pen while anxiously brainstorming what to say next. She’s so incredibly thoughtful, and you just wish she knew that you felt every ounce of her passion.
As much as Grace’s love letters brightened your morning, it’s always tainted by another item she left behind: her uneaten lunches from each day before.
It’s not that she forgot to bring them, cause she spends time meticulously arranging bento boxes in cute, themed ways. The problem was that it always returned home completely full. Maybe a bite out of the sandwich, or a few missing fruit slices, but not nearly enough to be a full meal.
On top of that, seeing yesterday’s untouched lunch next to a completely empty yet brand new pizza box?
Grace isn’t the type to skip lunch on her own accord, but either way, the thought of her missing meals made your stomach drop. Nothing but anger bubbled in its place as you came to a conclusion: work forced her skip her lunch break.
First the FBI are trapping her at the office for ungodly hours, now are they are starving her on the clock?? Absolutely not.
Grace is one of the most hardworking, caring people that you’ve ever met. You’ve seen firsthand how she will instantly put her own needs aside to help others. Her anxiety may delay her thoughts sometimes before taking action…..but once she gets through those emotions? Grace has an unbreakable willpower. You love her for it, but her selflessness can be incredibly self-destructive, even if unintentional. And it’s always too late that she finds out her limit.
As much as you wanted to play Karen and march up to her office to demand better working conditions, she has to strengthen her backbone herself.
The most you can do, is help show her how to take care of herself.
And tonight? Maybe you’ll take care of her yourself.
As night falls, you were determined to stay awake for Grace. Even if she was unbeknownst to your unorthodox relaxation plans, you still wanted to be cheeky with how you presented yourself.
An oversized tee engulfed your figure, slyly hiding your maroon lace undies. You picked a thin shirt on purpose, knowing that Grace gets incredibly turned on at the sight of your pert nipples tenting the fabric. But from far away, like the distance from the couch to the front door, it would just look like a mundane shirt and hidden shorts combo.
After an impromptu shopping spree earlier, you even got Grace a light blue lingerie set of her own as a little surprise. That, you laid out on the bed for later. It wasn’t your goal when out at the mall, but as soon as you saw the lacy push up bra with crotchless panties and a high waisted belt that connected to thigh garters on the mannequin? Your mind was flooded with nothing but images of Grace, flustered and innocent while adorning the lace.
You sat by the tv for an hour and a half before hearing Grace’s keys jingle at the door. Perking up at the sound, you rushed to greet her……almost forgetting you can’t lift your arms too high without exposing your panties.
You bounce on your toes as your breathing stutters with excitement, finally getting to see your girlfriend for the first time this week. Grace peeked through, moving stealthily before meeting your gaze, expecting to enter upon a sleepy girlfriend than an excited one. Her blue eyes shimmering as they met yours, dilated pupils gleaming through her glasses. They’re something she opts to wear when she’s too exhausted to riddle with her contacts, so you know today must’ve been a little extra rough.
And GOD did she look good in her fitted navy blazer, the pleats flaring around her supple hips. Her ashy blonde hair was tucked behind one ear, the curls deflated and messy from nervously running her fingers through it all day. Even in her kitten heels, she still had to tilt her head up to meet your eyes.
Grace instantly dropped her keys and briefcase so she could throw her arms around you. You wrapped one arm around her waist and another around her neck as you relaxed into the embrace. Her vanilla shampoo filling your senses, you couldn’t help but smile into her neck.
Reaching up to thread your fingers through her hair, you guide her face into view and break the silence.
“I missed you, baby, how have you been?”
Grace averts your gaze, clearly a little flustered after not seeing you for a few days. Sometimes, her confidence dwindles after time apart…….almost as if overnight she regressed into a teen who’s too flustered to talk to their crush.
You thumb her jaw, watching her chew on her lip as blush scatters across her cheeks. Now that you’re both together, time doesn’t matter. Grace can take as long as she needs to get her words right. And she knows you’re more than willing to wait for her.
“I-I-I’m good, I think? T-T-Tired, yeah.” Grace gives a chuckle, waiting to look at you until she’s done talking. Her baby blue eyes flicker between your own, flitting to your lips for a split second.
You notice.
You press a quick kiss to the tip of her blushy nose. To which, it scrunches and deepens in color.
“I’m about to have dinner, baby. Why don’t you get changed while I grab us something to eat?”
Grace looks back at her briefcase, then over at the fridge. Clearly, thinking through what you already know: you’re going to find her untouched lunch. You could tell she was weighing her options. But you asked so nicely, and she knows you’d never lash out at her, so she follows your lead.
“O-o-ok…! Be right back, then.” Grace gives a sheepish nod, smiling to herself while leaving to your shared bedroom.
It kills you to ask Grace to change out of her scrumptious uniform, but you wouldn’t do so without a deliberate plan.
You catch her fingertips before she fully walks away. “Oh, by the way, I saw these cute clothes today at the mall that made me think of you. I set them out on the bed if you’d like to try them on.” Giving her hand a squeeze, you trace her figure with your gaze before letting go of her hand.
Poor Grace wouldn’t have the confidence to wear anything risqué without you telling her to. And you were going to take advantage of that.
You moved to put away her briefcase as she entered the bedroom. Grabbing her untouched lunch, as you expected, you began to clean up.
“…..u-u-ummm….you s-s-said on the bed, r-r-right? I-I-I just think I heard you wrong, maybe…..” of course she would blame herself over something so trivial. You almost feel bad for leading her into this so passively.
“Yep, that’s the one!” You yell innocently from the kitchen. Your tone betrayed Grace, of course, because unlike the usual comfy pjs that you buy for her? Instead, lies before her is the light blue lingerie set.
It had been about 10 minutes without a sign of your girlfriend, but you figure the poor girl is trying to hype herself up before returning to you. The new outfit wasn’t exactly normal dinner attire, anyways. Let alone the fact that she rarely, if ever, wears lingerie.
In the meantime, you wash a bowl of cherries for the both of you to share. Tonight wasn’t just about helping Grace, but also in helping her eat…….even if you had to teach her through sex that taking care of herself could feel good.
You return to the couch and switched off the tv from your waiting spree earlier. It took control over every bone in your body to stay still, your limbs growing restless with excitement. Picking your nails relentlessly, you chew on a hangnail before remembering to check the side table drawer.
Yep, the strap-on and lube are still there from weeks ago. Perfect.
The sound of incoming footsteps come to a halt, skittering backwards before shifting anxiously. With a few quick back and forth footsteps, you could tell that Grace was debating whether or not to actually leave the bedroom.
You let her take her time.
Eventually, the bedroom door creaks open slowly, and you slam the drawer shut to keep Grace in the dark about your little plan.
She shuffles out of the room, silky smooth legs adorned with sky colored pantyhose……the elastic lace held by heart-shaped clips on the garters…..leading your lustful gaze up, up, up to her………work button-up???
“What’s wrong, Gracie, were the new clothes not a good fit?” Damn, you should’ve known that was a possible wrench in the plan.
Grace shook her head softly, her hands fiddling with the hem of her work blouse. She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated to rework her words. “N-n-no, they fit, I just……”
So the lingerie does fit. You felt heat bubble in your stomach, knowing you’d at least see her modeling the lace at some point.
Grace’s stutter started to make her words unintelligible. Her fidgety hands, unbeknownst to her, lifted the shirt hem ever so slightly where her light blue undies peaked out from underneath.
God. Grace didn’t even know the power she had over you. Thank everything for her poor eye contact, cause you swear you caught yourself drooling.
She caught herself mid-stutter and took a deep breath, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “I just wanted to eat first, is all.”
Feeling your face heat a bit, you waved her over to join you on the couch. To which, she immediately plopped down at your side. You pivoted positions to face her, but Grace quickly yanked down the hem of her shirt to cover her panties.
You hate that she suffers from anxiety at all, but damn is it hot to see her all nervous in front of you. Literally, you close your eyes for a second to steer your mind back on track.
“I have some snacks for us, but I wanted to talk…..” Grace’s eyes shoot up to meet yours, obviously scanning through her mind of things she might’ve done wrong and how to go about correcting them.
You switch tones immediately, grabbing both of her hands.
“No, no, nothing like that. Just- I notice you come home from work with your lunch uneaten. Is everything ok?”
Grace’s body collapses after releasing a held breath. Taking one hand and resting her forehead in its palm, she pushes her glasses to rub her eyes with the other.
“I-I-I-it’s stupid work. I-I mean, work’s not stupid just the people? Or like, my bosses? There’s so much work and I try to do everything they give me, I really do. I’m so grateful to have this job but it’s like….” She bounces through her jumbled complaints, refusing to put blame on a singular person. In an indirect, subtexty kinda way, she eventually confesses that the FBI makes her work through her lunch break.
“I-i-i just…….j-j-just want to help people. A-a-and if that means I miss a lunch, it’s ok. T-T-There’s always dinner, right?” Grace’s eyes go glassy, shoulders raising slightly as she hesitates to hear your response.
“Sweetheart, you know I’m not mad at you for it, right?” Grace lets out a relieved chuckle, and you drag her into a hug.
“I’d never be mad at you for having such a big heart. I just hope you can take care of yourself too, right? If not doing it for yourself, at least take time to eat so you actually have the energy needed to help people.” you quip, trying to get a laugh out of your clearly still stressed girlfriend. She takes the bait, giggling into your shoulder.
“I-I-I guess so……ha, ha.”
“You know I can help you……yeah?” Grace pulls back for a moment, needing to read your facial expression and process the proposal. You grant a soft yet sensual smile.
“I don’t have a solid dinner planned for tonight, but I can at least show you how good it feels to take care of yourself, hm?” You tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, smoothing its waviness and trailing your hand down the side of her neck. Grace shudders as you reach the collar of her shirt, your fingers dipping below to fabric ever-so-slightly.
“Can I take care of you tonight, Grace?” You locked eyes until she locked your lips, breath hot and heavy between you both.
You could feel the heat radiating from her hands as she hovered over your shoulders, debating whether or not it’s ok to touch you. You shove Grace’s hands against the back of your neck, silently begging her to run nails along your scalp. She breathes out a soft whine at the gesture.
Grace nibbles at your lower lip, too shy to work herself into your mouth but intentionally giving you a request for more. You swipe your tongue across the seam of her lips. Dipping into her hot mouth, you drag your tongue along the roof of her mouth to make her groan.
For such a timid girl, she sure as hell can make noise.
You run your hands down her shirt, snaking under the fabric to grasp her waist. Her ribs flare as she exhales into your touch, turning her head to the side and fanning her warm breath over your cheek.
Entranced by the moles scattered down her neck, you press a soft kiss below her jaw. Grace’s hands tighten in your hair, not knowing whether to pull you away or press you closer. Moving to a mole halfway down her neck, you give it a few kitten licks. Your girlfriend’s head goes limp, and you catch it with one hand. She half-mumbles an apology into your palm, kissing along each ridge.
Near-silent whimpers pour from Grace’s mouth as you smother her neck with open mouthed kisses. Each press of your warm, wet tongue triggers another muscle to relax, and soon she’s limp in your hold.
Hands fully returning to her waist, you pull Grace onto your lap as you sit back against the couch cushions. Her body reactive to your movements like jell-o, her pelvis rolls forward into yours and shoots heat through both of your bodies. Grace’s crotchless panties are an open door for her slick to seep onto your clothed cunt.
“There’s a good girl, that’s not so hard, is it? Listening to what your body wants?” You unlatch the lowest button of her blouse, then lean back with arms propped against the cushions. You couldn’t resist drinking up her needy state, silently watching and leaving her to finish her blouse.
Grace doesn’t get the hint.
Face flushed, glasses crooked on her nose, and a purple spot blooming on her neck. Her eyes were screwed shut, pushing deep breaths through her slack jaw. Grace couldn’t think straight and simply waited for you to take over…..as you usually do.
A few beats passed of no movement, and Grace fell into her thoughts again. Slowly opening her eyes, she noticed you watching and scrambled to regain composure. Plush lips snapping shut and straightening her spine, Grace became overly aware of how needy she looked. She’s constantly in a state of being internally conflicted, and now is no different. Your girlfriend desperately craved more of your touch, but was worried she took things too far. Both of you wanted her shirt off bad, but Grace needed some encouragement that it was the right move to make.
“I-um…….w-w-what should I do?” She winced as she looked down on you, but your expression remained unfaltered. You just smirked up at her, refusing to say anything.
Grace’s gaze shifted to the floor, and you could almost see her brain flitting through options. You tilted your head, almost in a predatory way, as she started to mumble to herself. “….o-o-ok……I-I-I could….sure…yeah.”
She takes a deep breath, steadying her hands as she moves to unlatch another button on her shirt.
Grace deserves a reward for that.
“Thaaaaaat’s it, let me see that gorgeous body of yours.”
Grace’s eyes shoot to meet yours, stunned and flushed. You could practically hear her heartbeat skyrocket as she craved more attention.
“C-c-can you say more?” Grace pleaded, her hands slowly moving to the next button.
“More…..what?” You raised an eyebrow. She needed a little more pushback.
Grace let’s go of her shirt, immediately moving to fidget with her hair. Her nimble finger brushed through the already frizzy curls. She knows she just has to be forward with you at this point. “M-m-m-more n-n-n-nice stuff……..please?”
She’s so fucking cute. You almost hate yourself for your self restraint. But you’ll give a little direction.
“Take off your shirt, baby, and I’ll say more nice things to you.” Grace takes a deep breath, slowly moving to unlatch another button.
“mmmmm. you make me so happy showing yourself off to me.”
She unlatched another button.
“Soooo good for me Gracie, you listen so well.”
and another button.
“Nobody’s as obedient as you, you’re so beautiful when you’re eager.”
With each button, you rewarded her with another compliment. Slowly, and hopefully, you could train her to associate self care with pleasure…….in some abstract kinda way.
By the end, Grace practically tore her blouse off as she slung it against the wall. She was dying to show off her body for you. But before you could reward her with another bit of praise, she snatched you off the back couch to devour you.
Her pelvis slammed forward, brushing your clits together with delicious friction. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands restless and feeling every inch of exposed skin. You couldn’t even part for a breath before Grace slotted her lips back against yours, eager to taste every crevice of your mouth.
You thread your fingers through her hair and yank her back, perching her back upon your thighs.
“Woah there, sweet girl, I thought you wanted to eat something first?” You gave her a taunting smile. Grace’s mouth agape, she kept parting her lips only to halt sentences before they started.
She was caught desperate and greedy…..just how you like her.
You reach your free hand to her cunt, tracing over the delicate lace motifs on her panties. And maybe……ever so meticulously……avoiding her clit each time.
“Babygirl, you have no reason to be sorry. I just want to make sure you get fed is all. You remember that?”
Grace frantically nods, eyes screwing shut. “M-m-m-mhmmmmmmm-m-m”
“Tell you what, maybe we can do both at the same time. But we’re going to need to reposition a bit.”
Grace’s eyes flickered open, her face attempting to show confusion, but only reading as needy.
With the bowl of washed cherries on the side table, Grace stood by your side as you fastened on your strap dildo.
A fuchsia one, of course, to match your own lacy thong.
You sat back down on the couch, squirting a heavy dollop of lube into your palm. Your focus was on Grace’s bewildered facial expression, and her focus was glued to the toy. You slid your palm across its tip, the copious amounts of lube dripping down the shaft. Grace couldn’t help but stare as you tightened your fingers around the silicone, pumping it slowly so that the tip broke through your grasp on the way up.
You made a show of wrapping both hands around the toy, pretending it was long enough to fit both. Grace’s jaw grit tight, her thighs pinching together at the sight. Each pump of your hand knit her eyebrows closer together, her clearly imagining how snug of a fit your silicone cock would be. Grace’s belly jumped ever so slightly as her breathing stuttered, and you couldn’t help but imagine what the soft skin would feel like between your teeth.
“Why don’t you come take a seat, babydoll?” You snapped her out of her trance, but her eyes never left your crotch as she reached her hand out towards you.
Her wiggling fingertips graced yours, gripping lightly as you guided her to straddle your hips.
“Y-y-you’ll go slow, right? I-I-I don’t know how much I can fit.”
You gave a soft smile, leaning up a bit to peck the tip of her nose. “Of course, baby. You take all the time you need.”
Grace nodded to herself, muttering a confused “….me?…..” as she realized that she was going to have to penetrate herself on your strap.
You put your hands on her waist, just resting instead of guiding. Grace leaned forward slightly to grab your shoulders. You took a few deep breaths, making them audible so Grace could follow with her own breathing.
You watched as the pink toy slipped along the crotchless underwear, the tip tickling her clit. Grace’s voice whined on impact.
“It’s ok, babydoll. Take your time, it’s no rush.”
Tilting her stuttering hips forward, the tip of the dildo caught her mound and sank into her cunt. Her hands tightened on your shoulders as she took a sharp inhale.
“Good girl, feeling me inside of you. It’s good, huh? And there’s sooooo much more to take.”
Sinking down another inch, Grace’s thighs began to tremble. You patted her waist encouragingly, having to hold yourself back from fucking up into her.
Whimpering like a dog, your girlfriend’s thighs clenched shut with each inch that stretched her cunt. As if snapping her legs shut helped her pussy clench onto you for stability. Her pleasure overwhelmed her senses before even fully sitting down on the toy.
“You’re almost there, sweet girl, you’re doing such a good job.”
Grace’s legs gave out and her hips slammed flush with yours, ripping a groan from both of your throats. Her upper body fell into you, grasping for stability as she sobbed through the stretch. Slick trickled down your joined crotches, beginning to pool beneath your ass. It could’ve come from either of you.
“Shhhhh, sh, sh, sh, I know, Gracie, I know.” You cooed as you smoothed her hair. She was trembling in your hold, each sob jolting her body, consequently jerking her body further over your toy.
“How do you feel, baby, is it too much?” You lift her head to meet your gaze, readjusting her now crooked glasses.
Grace sniffed a bit, shaking her head ‘no’ in response. “S-s-so g-g-goooo-o-o-ood”
God, she was about to make you come on the spot.
You pressed a light kiss to her forehead, one to each of her cheeks, then a final kiss to her mouth before pushing her to sit upright on your silicone cock.
“As much as I love your touch, I don’t want you stifling yourself to resist your pleasure tonight.” A pair of handcuffs were revealed from the side table drawer, and you fastened Grace’s arms behind her back. To which, she complied. She already knew the safe word, but trusted you wholeheartedly regardless.
You grabbed the bowl of cherries, sitting it on your stomach.
Grace’s tears slowed as she regained composure, finally easing into the overwhelming stretch.
“Can you open wide for me?” You dangled a cherry above her plush lips. Her tongue peeked over her bottom teeth, scooping the fruit into her mouth. You watched as her pink lips closed just below the stem to pluck off her snack.
She sniffed as she chewed, her mind now focusing on the sweet juice dancing on her tongue.
Grace’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused by something she was tasting. She spoke with a still-full mouth. “M-you got the kind with-f seeds?” Her tongue poked against her cheek. You could only imagine her soft muscle prodding at the seed, exploring every surface to extract it from the fruit.
You bit your lip and nodded. Leaning up chest-to-chest, you gently licked the cherry juice off her lips. Grace opened her mouth to let out a surprised squeal, and you dove your tongue inside to remove the seed.
Grace froze, face turning beet red. Her cunt made an audible squelch as she clamped down on your strap.
“I-I-I could’ve spit it into the bowl. O-o-or just swallowed it. Y-y-you didn’t have to do that.”
You plucked the seed from your own mouth, setting it on a napkin beside you.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” God, Grace is so cute getting caught off-guard and flustered.
“Did you finish your fruit, sweetheart?” You tapped the bottom of her chin, signaling her to open her mouth.
Grace swallowed hard. Then hesitantly opened her mouth to you, her eyes looking anywhere but.
You thrust up into her cunt.
Grace whimpers.
Her hands frantically rattle the handcuffs, wishing desperately she could muffle her moans. You just giggle and watch.
“Theeeeere she is. See? Good girls get rewarded for eating when they’re supposed to.” You smirk, grabbing another cherry from the bowl.
Grace desperately tries to grind herself on the toy, thighs trembling as they push her body forward. You shoot your arms to pin her in place.
“Ah, ah, ah……you already got your reward for eating, didn’t you? You don’t get more of my cock until you eat another…..”
Your girlfriend lets out an annoyed whimper. And yet, embarrassingly fast, Grace sticks her tongue out to catch another cherry. You slowly lower the fruit onto her awaiting tongue. Her muscle curls around it, plucking it off its stem without having to use her lips.
In record time, she crushes the cherry to remove the seed. After hearing a small hum from her closed mouth, you lean forward to retrieve your prize.
But…..she moved a little too fast for your liking.
You press a featherlight kiss to the left, then right corners of her mouth. The third kiss is closed-mouth as you revel in her tongue attacking your lips in a plea for entry. The fourth kiss grants her access as she dumps the seed, practically devouring your bottom lip afterwards.
You push her by the shoulders, forcing some space so you can discard the seed. Her throat bobs as she swallows, and you grip her shoulders firmer to gift another thrust.
Grace’s thighs clench around your hips. She lets out a dry sob as her impatience gets the best of her.
“P-p-please, I-I-I promise I’ll eat the rest later. J-j-j-just please……p-p-please fuck me.” A tear rolls out from under her glasses.
“Is that what you tell your bosses at the office? I promise I’ll eat soon, just let me finish my work?” You quirk an eyebrow before presenting her with another cherry.
Grace drops her head in defeat. You weren’t wrong, really. Just maybe a little cruel in order to drive the point home.
She gets a little bold, this time wrapping her pretty mouth around your fingers. Grace locks eyes with you before pulling back to eat her snack. Your stomach dropped at her boldness, but tonight wasn’t about you.
And two can play at that game.
As she chews, your hands explore upwards along her body, settling just below her breasts. She lets out a wanton whine, some juice dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. Running your hands along the lace of her bra, you reach around to its clasps, your body leaning forward to follow suit. You stop an inch away from her face, knowing that she can’t handle the pleasure of grinding herself onto your strap to get closer to you. Refusing to break eye contact, you unhook her bra one clasp at a time. Grace hums to signal giving you the seed, but you ignore her and pull back.
Lifting the bra over her head so that it falls against the cuffs behind her, you sit back to admire her figure. Her plump yet perky breasts sit high on her chest, nipples quickly pebbling from the cold air. Grace puffs out her chest a bit, hoping you’d take the bait and run your hands along her.
You just stare. Eyes going up and down her figure, landing on her scrunched, tear-stained face.
Leaning forward to take the cherry seed from her mouth, you rest your hands at her underbust. Grace’s breathing stutters out of her open mouth. You swoop in and kiss her as your hands rush up to roll her nipples.
Her thighs squirm uncontrollably at your hips. Each open-mouth kiss allows you to swallow her whines.
Showing a little mercy, you alternate between rocking her hips and fondling her breasts as respective rewards for eating more cherries.
Her swallowing gets quicker, thus rocking her hips faster against yours. With each grind, your silicone cock prods deeper against her cervix. While it may be too much for some, fucking against Grace’s cervix turns her into a babbling, fuzzy-headed mess. Exactly what you need to get the poor girl out of her head.
By the time you reach the bottom of the bowl, Grace has a thin layer of sweat over her whole body. Her eyes are half-lidded, fully relying on the feeling of the cherries hitting her tongue to know when to accept another fruit.
You set the bowl back on the side table, shifting your hands to lift Grace’s lowered head.
“Hi, baby.”
She replies with a soft moan.
“You finished all the cherries, sweet girl. I’m so proud of you. Do you want me to keep going? A good girl like you deserves to come after all that hard work.”
Grace’s tears resume wetting her cheeks as she frantically nods in response. “Please…..yes……I need to…..so bad……thank you……”
You grab onto her plush hips and peck one of her nipples, tongue lavving over it before latching on.
Grace’s whole body tenses, regaining consciousness at the feeling. “~ah~”
You slowly pull her hips towards you, then pushing backwards to fuck her deeper without making her use her muscles. With each roll forward, you swallowed her nipple with another open-mouthed kiss. Your lips popped off as she moaned into rocking backwards.
Grace arched into your touch every time your mouth met her nipple, her breaths getting shorter and quicker with each draw.
Feeling your girlfriend’s limp weight on your strap, unintentionally grinding the toy against your clit, drove you insane. The white ring of her slick that formed around the base of your dildo didn’t help.
Grace looked like she was made to sit on your strap. Her once anxious eyes were now glazed over, head in the clouds as she let you take control of her whole being. Such a good girl, letting you fuck her onto yourself. Sweet thing could barely hold her own body weight up, surrendering all autonomy to your will. You knew that her submission was special, and that it must’ve been so soothing to be taken out of her anxiety-riddled head. Every ounce of pleasure was guided by your touch, and you knew her body like the back of your hand.
You leaned off Grace’s chest, pressing foreheads together as you poured all your focus into fucking her against your strap. Hot breath between you both passed from her lungs to yours, exchanging what the other puts out.
Grace deserves a little extra treat for what you’ve put her through tonight.
You take one hand off her hip, resting your thumb in front of your silicone cock……giving her clit some sweet attention and relief. Every roll of her hips into your thumb bumped another moan out of your girlfriend.
You wanted her to lose every ounce of thought inside that pretty head of hers. Hands picking up speed, you puffed your chest out a bit so your breasts would drag against each other with every thrust. Nipples catching each other, hips sinking into one another, and her clit puffy from stimulation, there wasn’t a single sense of hers you’d leave untouched.
Grace started frantically kissing your face, little pecks of need and desperation. It was her telltale sign she was getting close.
“……b-b-baby…..”
“I know, Gracie, I know. I’ve got you, sweetheart, take what you need.”
“….oh-oh…..oh-shit….”
And just like that, her body fell limp under your hold. She let out a high-pitched squeak as she came, thighs twitching at your sides, and eyes rolling back in her skull.
Feeling warm liquid seep over your cunt, you couldn’t do anything but watch in awe at the beauty falling apart in front of you.
Grace took scattered, sharp inhales that complimented her clenching cunt. You swore, even though the dick wasn’t real, you could feel her strangling the life out of it.
“You’re so pretty when you come all over me, baby. God, it’s a gift to watch you fall apart on my cock.”
You gently reach behind her to remove her handcuffs. To which, she collapses forward onto your chest, still struggling to catch her breath. Poor girl is so wasted that she forgot about the dildo still inside her.
Cradling her head, you use your free arm to lift her hips up and drag the toy out of her still sopping cunt. Grace can’t do anything but whimper into your shoulder at the loss.
Your girlfriend tries so hard to put up an invincible persona. You see everyday how her anxiety pulls her by the leash and drags her through the mud. The fact that she would rather starve herself than let others go unhappy? It felt amazing to have that very person relaxed and worry-free snuggled up in your arms.
It’s the least she deserves.
“How do you feel, baby?” You play with her hair, brushing it out of her face but not demanding eye contact. She gives an unintelligible, yet seemingly pleasured response. It has been a really long day for her at this point.
With Grace still latched onto your torso, you pick her up and carry her to bed. Dressing her quickly with an oversized tee, you gave her some undies that actually have a crotch this time. You handed her a glass of water while you fetched some food of real substance.
“I promise this will be a normal dinner this time.”
Grace, still mostly nonverbal, gives a tired chuckle but takes the food eagerly. She becomes extremely clingy after sex. Not much of a talker, as words can trip her up sometimes, but she craves feeling her skin against yours. What started as a hand on your thigh slowly melds into leaning her full body weight against you. Eventually, Grace gets so tired that she slowly drifts to lay her head in your lap. Easier access for you to card fingers through her hair anyways.
Tonight wasn’t a sure fire way to change Grace’s bad lunch habit, but hopefully it could prove how important this was. And maybe? You’ll slip some cherries into her lunchbox tomorrow, knowing she’ll want a taste to remind her of the fun y’all had tonight.