Strap it on!

She came back from holiday with a bag she refused to open until we were naked in the bedroom. A strap-on. The first one I'd ever seen up close. The silicone was thick, already smelling faintly of lube from wherever she'd tested it. "Enough waiting," she told me. She stepped into the harness, pulled the straps tight around her hips, and let the heavy cock settle between her thighs. The first thrust was clumsy. The second hit me deep. I came shaking. Then she lay back, legs spread, and told me to fuck her the same way.