Brakes On, Legs Open: Vibed and Fingered at the Party

It’s loud and crowded at the party, but all I can think about is you...nervous, fidgeting, trying to hide in the corner like you don’t belong. I roll over and pull you into the study, locking the brakes on my wheel chair because I need you close, need to show you the truth: you’re beautiful, and I want you more than anyone else in this house. I guide you into my lap, right where you fit, right where you’re perfect. You’re so self-conscious, and all I want to do is worship you...every soft, warm inch, every shaky breath, every part of you settling against me. I can’t stop kissing you. My hands on your body, mouth on your chest, telling you over and over how gorgeous you are, how much I want you. I want you to feel it, really feel it. And when you finally start to let go, grinding on my lap, my chair steady beneath us as you shake and moan, I pull out my secret weapon...a magic wand, fully charged, of course. I press it between us, holding you close while the vibrations hum through both of us, the whole world falling away. It’s just you riding my lap, riding the sensation, and me losing control right there with you. We come together, breathless and messy, not caring about the party outside, just lost in each other. Afterwards, I wrap you up in my arms, keeping you warm against my chest, telling you again and again how perfect you are. Tonight, you’re mine...and I wouldn’t change a single thing.