Honeymoon

Lexi expects slow mornings and champagne in bed, but Christian already has the script written in his head. He hands her a small box on the first morning. Inside sits a stainless steel plug with a sparkly base. She turns it in her fingers while he watches, waiting. She knows what he wants. She pushes her panties aside, bends over the edge of the bed, and works it in. The stretch steals her breath. When the base kisses her skin, he gives her a small nod like a job well done. He keeps her like that for a while—plug snug, panties back in place—while he drinks his coffee. Every so often he runs a fingertip under the lace and taps the metal just to feel her tighten around it. Later, when he peels the lace away, he eats her slowly from behind, tongue flicking the stretched ring. He stands, spits on his cock, and pushes inside without warning. Lexi moans into the sheets. Each thrust nudges the plug deeper. Christian pulls out, drags the head of his cock down until it taps the plug, then slips back into her pussy. She tastes herself when he turns her around and feeds his length into her mouth. She sucks him clean, cheeks hollow, then drops lower to take his balls between her lips, tongue working the loose skin. He lets her work until he is slick and ready again. He flips her onto all fours, grips her hips, and slides straight into her ass around the plug. She gasps. He rocks into her with steady pressure, every stroke pushing the metal deeper until the two points of pressure blur into one hot throb. He finishes in her mouth. She swallows, lips shiny, then rests her head on his thigh. The plug stays where it is. So does he.