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“It’s a gift,” Goldmary says, handing Merrin a long, slim box with a bow tied around it. They’re sitting on their bed together, Merrin’s work bag dropped haphazardly somewhere between them and the door. “I’ll allow you to open it in my presence, if you please.”
Merrin does please. There’s nothing they love more than rare creatures, and there’s no creature rarer than Goldmary. Not only is she beautiful, kind, and caring, but for some inexplicable reason, she’s chosen Merrin as the person who’s allowed to dote on her.
So when Goldmary feels it appropriate to give Merrin a gift, of course Merrin will take it. She unwraps the bow, setting it to the side before she works open the box, revealing a bed of velvet inside.
On the bed of velvet is a long, thick dildo. It’s uncut, and the ridges seem almost hyperrealistic, each one delicately carved.
“Do you recognize it?” Goldmary asks, fluttering her eyelashes.
Merrin studies the dick, brow creasing. “Am I supposed to?”
Goldmary pouts. “Obviously. Look closer.”
Merrin takes the dildo from the box, holding it delicately as they rotate it in their hands. “I apologize, my love. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very cool, but…”
“It’s mine,” Goldmary says, an edge in her voice. “It’s so beautiful, I’m surprised that you couldn’t recognize it for the perfect cock it is.”
“Huh.” Merrin lifts it, pointing the head at their face. From this angle, it does look more familiar. “How did you…?”
“You don’t need to know how,” says Goldmary.
“This is so cool.”
“Isn’t it?” Goldmary flips her hair over her shoulders. “And I thought I’d let you experience the honor of fucking me with it, if you’d like.”
Merrin nearly drops the dildo, choking on her own spit. “You—”
“Yes, yes, I know.” Goldmary sighs, checking her nails. “It’s a wonderful gift.”
“Are you even—” Merrin coughs. “Are you ready for… penetration? Don’t get me wrong, it would be really, really cool, but—”
“It’s been six months,” Goldmary cuts in. “They say four to six before penetrative sex, don’t they? I thought you’d be more excited, Merrin. I suppose if—”
“No!” says Merrin. “I’m ready if you are. Fuck, babe, this is so cool. Oh, my god—”
Goldmary kisses her, tackling her down onto the bed. Merrin huffs, then kisses her back with teeth and tongue, pressing forward and running their hands up Goldmary’s back. Goldmary curls a hand into their hair, pushing it back from their face and neck.
Merrin pulls back, gently pushing on Goldmary’s shoulders. “Lay down, my love,” they say, guiding Goldmary to lie back at the head of the bed.
Goldmary sighs. “I suppose if you’d like to better observe me this way.”
Merrin settles down, straddling Goldmary’s hips with her own. It’s still strange not to feel the presence of her girlfriend’s cock there, but it’s a good feeling, a happy feeling. It’s the feeling of knowing her girlfriend’s in a body that’s more her own, that looks how she wants to look. Goldmary has always been perfect in Merrin’s eyes, and nothing could ever change that.
So Merrin kisses her, their tongues tangling together as she kneads at Goldmary’s breasts. Goldmary moans into her mouth, hands skating over Merrin’s back, their sides, their chest. Merrin kisses her neck, cupping her jaw with one hand. She nips at the skin behind Goldmary’s ear, sucking a mark into her neck.
“Careful,” Goldmary warns.
“Just lay back,” Merrin tells her, soothing the mark with her tongue. “Do you want the cords?”
“Do we have a four-poster bed?” Goldmary bats her eyelashes at them.
The answer, of course, is yes. Merrin crawls off the bed, throwing open the toy drawer in their dresser. They take out the ties and their harness, setting the harness on top of the dresser and returning to the bed with the ties.
“You’ll look so cool all tied up,” says Merrin.
“Like another gift,” Goldmary adds. “You’re welcome.”
“Thank you.”
“Won’t you help me get this shirt off?” Goldmary asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’m simply far too pretty to do it myself.”
This is a fair argument. Merrin drops the ties at the foot of the bed next to the dildo before hopping back on and going to unbutton Goldmary’s top. It’s easy work, if only because Goldmary’s tits are constantly straining at the buttons. Merrin gulps when she realizes Goldmary isn’t wearing a bra, her nipples already pert in the cool air of the bedroom.
“Fuck,” Merrin says, cupping one breast in her hand.
“Not yet,” Goldmary says, arching her back to push her breast into Merrin’s hand. “Pants first, and then the cords.”
Merrin groans, not wanting to let go of their partner’s gorgeous tits. After one last lingering moment, they pull away and, unbutton Goldmary’s shorts, pulling them down her perfect legs, long and smooth beneath their hands. Goldmary’s underwear comes next, and then she’s bare on the bed, spreading her legs and looking up at them with her bottom lip sticking out.
“You’re going so slowly,” Goldmary pouts. “Someone like me should never have to wait so long.”
“You’re right, my darling. That’s very uncool of me.” Internally, Merrin would be happy just sitting and looking at their girlfriend for hours. There’s something intensely erotic about Goldmary laid out beneath her, naked while Merrin is still fully clothed. They want to run their hands across Goldmary’s legs, her hips, her chest; they want to kiss her everywhere.
“Are you fantasizing about me again?” Goldmary sighs. “Understandable.”
Merrin blinks, shaking their head to break them out of their thoughts. “The ties.”
“Good girl,” Goldmary purrs, raising one hand to hold her own breast in her hand. “Proceed, please.”
Merrin works with a practiced hand, lacing first Goldmary’s ankles to the bottom bedposts, then her wrists to the top before altering the pillows so that Goldmary may remain comfortable; afterward, they stand back, admiring their work. Goldmary’s hips are propped up by a pillow, her legs spread wide and her pussy on full display. Merrin’s mouth waters at the sight of it; they’ve seen it before, of course, but not like this, not when Goldmary’s tied up like a gift, irresistibly scrumptious.
“Is looking all you’re good for?” Goldmary ponders. “I know I’m beautiful, but I must insist that you touch me.”
Merrin doesn’t need to be told twice. They dive forward, biting at Goldmary’s neck. Goldmary moans as Merrin sucks a mark into her skin, soothing it with their tongue. They move down to Goldmary’s breasts, nipping and sucking and licking before taking a nipple into their mouth. They look up at Goldmary as they suck on the aching nub, and Goldmary looks down at them, eyes dark and stormy.
“Do you want to touch me, my darling?” Merrin asks, pulling off of Goldmary’s nipple with a pop.
“I’d like to touch myself even more,” admits Goldmary.
Merrin would admit how wet that statement makes them, but they fear it would make them look incredibly uncool. So instead, they switch nipples, pinching and flinching at the one they just sucked. They roll it beneath their thumb, sucking like their life depends on it. Goldmary’s skin is soft beneath their hands and lips, and Merrin desperately wants to feel her skin to skin.
When they pull back, Goldmary makes an indignant sound at the back of her throat, but Merrin doesn’t miss how her eyes track them as they pull their shirt off over their head, muscles flexing. Their sports bra comes next, and then they look down at Goldmary, bracing their hands on her hips. “My darling, do you like what you see?”
Goldmary smiles. “I deserve only the most handsome of girlfriends, after all.”
“Very cool.” Merrin leans forward, pressing herself against Goldmary’s warm skin. They kiss the center of her sternum, propping their chin on her chest and smiling up at her. Goldmary smiles back, pulling lightly on the restraints.
Merrin peppers kisses on her breasts before moving down, kissing her stomach, the ridge of her hip, and the dip of her thigh. Goldmary’s new pussy, trimmed by a short crop of hair, shines, precum already leaking from her clit. Merrin presses a long lick from Goldmary’s entrance to her clit, flicking their tongue. Goldmary moans, thrusting her hips as far as she can against the ties. Merrin loves the feeling of their head between Goldmary’s thick thighs, loves the idea that Goldmary can’t pull their hair, can’t touch them back, can’t even touch herself like she so loves to do.
Merrin flicks their tongue back and forth against Goldmary’s clit, wishing they’d thought to grab the lube from the bedside table. If only Goldmary could hand it to them. No matter, though. It gives them more time to focus on Goldmary’s swollen clit. They press her thighs further apart, licking broad stripes up Goldmary’s center. They move down, dipping their tongue into her entrance. Slowly, they fuck her with their tongue, thumb rubbing tight circles against her clit. Goldmary moans openly, thighs straining against the cords.
“Merrin,” Goldmary says, and Merrin presses closer, nails digging pink marks into Goldmary’s thigh. “Merrin, please, wait—”
Merrin pauses, pulling back from Goldmary’s pussy. “Is everything cool, my darling?”
Goldmary looks down at them, something glittering in her eyes. “I must insist that you fuck me at once, please.”
Oh. Right. Merrin had nearly forgotten about the strap, about the dick— Goldmary’s dick— but when Goldmary reminds them, they pull off their pants faster than they thought was possible. They have a bit of trouble locating where the dick and harness have fallen off the bed, but soon, they’re stepping into their harness, Goldmary’s dick pressing against their mons. There’s something strangely romantic about wearing Goldmary’s cock, and the way Goldmary looks at them when they retrieve the lube from the nightstand is nearly enough to make them come untouched.
“Do you like it? Merrin asks, fisting their cock. “Do you want to suck yourself off, my darling?”
Goldmary’s gaze darkens. “Perhaps later,” she says, tugging at her bindings. “When I have the use of my hands back. My cock looks absolutely perfect when you’re wearing it like that.”
“Thank you.”
“Maybe next time, I can wear it,” says Goldmary dreamily. “And you can say hello to an old friend.”
Instinctively, Merrin grabs their dick at the base as though to stop themself from coming. “That would be incredibly cool.”
Goldmary smiles at them, watching as they dribble lube onto their cock, pumping it from base to tip with a practiced hand. It reminds them of Goldmary’s, and there’s a weird sense of familiarity as they look down on it.
“Come on now, Merrin,” invites Goldmary, spread out and gorgeous. “After all, who can fuck me better than myself?”
Merrin moves closer, grabbing another pillow to prop Goldmary’s hips up higher. They kneel on the bed, dribbling lube onto Goldmary’s pussy. Goldmary hisses at the cold sensation, shooting Merrin a half-hearted glare. Merrin just smiles, running their hands down Merrin’s thighs. They hold her at her waist, lining their cock up to Goldmary’s entrance.
“Please, my darling. Let me know if I cause you any discomfort.”
“You wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it,” Goldmary promises.
Slowly, Merrin presses forward, the tip of their cock stretching open her entrance. They move slowly, knowing firsthand how thick Goldmary’s dick— was? is? Whatever. Goldmary purses her lips in concentration, not quite wincing as Merrin works the shaft in.
“Is everything alright, darling?” Merrin asks when the shaft is buried about halfway.
“Quite,” says Goldmary breathlessly. “I feel… so good. ”
“Fuck,” says Merrin, swallowing. “Really?”
“Yes,” Goldmary says, shifting her hips as well as she can in her current situation. “My cock fills me up so perfectly, doesn’t it?”
Merrin looks down. They have to admit, it really does. They keep pushing, and they’re beginning to regret not wearing the harness that pushes against their clit. It’s too late now, though, and soon they’re fully sheathed inside Goldmary, panting from the effort it takes to not thrust into her
Goldmary groans, fists clenched.
"Too much?" Merrin asks.
"Not at all," says Goldmary. "I'm merely overwhelmed by my own perfection."
Hot. "May I move, my darling?"
"Please do."
Merrin moves slowly at first, removing the cock halfway before thrusting forward again, careful to listen for any changes in Goldmary's breathing that may signify discomfort. They find none, and thrust again, watching as Goldmary flutters her eyes closed, mouth hanging open.
Merrin picks up their pace, using one hand to grasp Goldmary's thigh and the other to thumb at her clit again. Goldmary moans, tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Are you picturing yourself, my darling?" Merrin asks, shifting their stance to get a better angle against her clit. "Are you picturing yourself, fucking you so perfectly?"
"Yes," Goldmary admits easily.
Fuck. Merrin picks up the pace again, rubbing Goldmary's clit in tight little circles. Goldmary's thighs clench around them, her moans growing higher in pitch and volume. Merrin's always loved how vocal Goldmary is in bed, and today is no different. They can tell how she loves it even without being touched; they blow a strand of hair out of their face before picking up the pace even further.
"You…" Goldmary whines, hips pushing back against Merrin as much as she can. "Oh, goddess—"
Goldmary climaxes with a cry, her muscles tensing against the binds before relaxing, her abs rippling. Merrin fucks her through it, slowing the rotations on Goldmary's clit until Goldmary cries out. Only then does she pull out, panting from exertion.
"Oh, Merrin," Goldmary says. When she opens her eyes, they're glazed over, spit shining a trail down her chin. "You're nearly as perfect as I am."
"That's cool of you to say," Merrin pants, bracing themself against Goldmary's stomach. "May I kiss you, my darling?"
"Why, of course," says Goldmary, beckoning as well as she can with her bound wrists.
Goldmary's kisses are thick and heady, her tongue slick in Merrin's mouth. Merrin holds her, not caring about how quickly the cock cools between their stomachs. All she cares about in this moment is Goldmary, Goldmary, Goldmary.
If they're lucky, Merrin thinks, perhaps Goldmary is thinking of them, too.