Her Bejeweled Behind

Winnie could hardly sit still while she and Grace scrolled through the online catalog, giggling and giving each other nudge-nudge winks like teenagers. Winnie said she was dying to pick out a little something to sparkle against Grace’s skin, so they whispered back and forth like jewel-thieves, barely mentioning what any of the pieces actually were. “That one,” Winnie purred. “I need to see that on you yesterday.” Two weeks later the package arrived, gift-wrapped and full of possibilities. Winnie shoved the sleek box into Grace’s hands, eyes sparkling. “I can’t wait to see you wearing it,” she teased, tapping her toes like she was keeping time to her own dirty secret. Grace darted off, leaving Winnie waiting and smirking, then returned with no obvious change in clothes. Only when she turned and flipped her skirt did the truth come sparkling out: a glistening gem nestled squarely in Grace’s ass, the head of a pricey jeweled plug winking back at her. Winnie gave a little whoop. “There’s the jewelry I paid for.” Playtime spiraled from there. Winnie ran her hands up Grace’s thighs, thumb tracing the plug’s base while Grace bent forward and braced on the table. She rocked the plug in and out, slow and deliberate, watching Grace’s reaction. Pretty soon clothes hit the floor, lube slicked skin, and Winnie swapped the toy for her strap, sliding in deep to take over the pace she’d teased with the gemstone a moment earlier. Grace rocked back, moaning, knuckles white on the table edge as Winnie drove steady strokes, every thrust tapping the same sweet spot the plug had warmed. Winnie reached around, fingers playing over Grace’s clit until they both crashed—Grace clenching and gasping, Winnie laughing into the back of her neck like she’d just won the gift-exchange jackpot. When they caught their breath, Winnie pressed a kiss to Grace’s shoulder and murmured, “Best. Return. Policy. Ever.”