Page 78 of Serenity

“What might that be?”

The mischievous smirk on Duke’s face informed I was in for yet another adventure.

Ankles to stirrups, my feet mounted into the Frequent Flyer. Seated in the swing, Duke rocked me back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of my wetness. From the position, we were both granted a view of the mess we were making between us. My creamy center was generous, showing its appreciation by spitting up all over Duke’s hard dick.

“Fucccccck, Duke.”

Early, he’d bent me over and slowly inserted the tiny, lubricated butt plug with a diamond head. I didn’t know what to expect until he parted my sea. The added sensation of it as we made love threatened to shatter all my senses. It made me tighter, wetter, and feverish as I indulged in the feeling of him inside me. It made Duke longer. Made him fuck me deeper, faster, and harder.

He kept telling me how tight I was. Kept telling me how good I felt. Kept swirling his hips and painting my insides with his name.

We shifted from that station, sliding the straps up to my knees. The position offered full access to my well as my body swung back and forth. Insistent fingers gripped my thighs as he urgently plunged inside.

“Creamy ass pussy,” he praised, laying smacks on my ass. “And that ass fat, too. Mmh.”

This was what he wanted to do to me. And that sexual deviant lying dormant in me had come out to play in the most thrilling of ways.

Pausing the camera again, we shifted positions. Laid flat across the seat of the swing, Duke stood behind and wheelbarrowed into me. My breasts swung freely as he persistently rocked me, and I stared into the camera. Passion painted my face and filled our room. From that position, I felt him touch spaces and places I’d never felt before.

I felt him in my soul.

Again, we shifted, placing the seat across my back. With Duke standing in front of the door, I mounted him, placing my feet against the door for leverage and holding the straps for support. Bending my knees, I bounced on his dick from the horizontal placement. Back arched, head tossed back, titties bouncing freely, we drowned ourselves in the sensation and titillation of the new position.

He grunted and thrusted, pumping into me firmly. Toes curling, I purred, gripping the swing and tightening internally against his invasion.

We came together.

It was the most vulnerable experience I’d ever had with a man. Fracturing to bits, both of us dying little deaths. It was intense. As he held me close, unsteady breaths were freed against his chest. His fingers raked through my hair as I listened to the sound of an unsettled heartbeat. We stayed in that position until our waves of pleasure subsided.

“Come on, Serenity.”

The way he said my name as if it were the best thing to spring from his lips was everything. He was everything. This was everything.

Gently, Duke removed himself from inside, leaving behind the deficiency of his absence. He unhooked the straps and grabbed both my hands to assist me from exiting the contraption. Freed from the swing, I eagerly followed him to the tripod we’d set up to record our playtime together.

“I’ve gotta edit it, babe.”

“What do you know about video editing?” I asked with my head in the crook of his shoulder from behind as he sat on the bed.

“You want to run the risk of someone else doing it and possibly misusing our content?”

He had a point. Still, curiosity reigned. Eager to see what we looked like on screen, I reached over his shoulder and pressed play. Together, we watched our bodies commingle in silence. His angular physique against my soft curves, rippling with every stroke, had my teeth digging into my bottom lip. After several moments of watching one position, Duke fast-forwarded to the next position. The breaths freed from my chest were deeper, heavier, and focused on our flick.

“We look so good together.”

“Because my woman is fine as hell.”

“But you’re a natural. Is this something you did often before—”

“I’ve done some experimenting,” he clarified, shifting slightly.

“With your wife? Is that who I saw on your phone the night we met?”

Maybe I’d been far too keen with my questions. Maybe I was jealous of a woman who no longer had access to him. Stopping the video, Duke turned to look me in the eyes.

“What video?”

Embarrassment rose along with my cheeks as I recalled the video on Duke’s phone from months ago.