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Here's the scene:
The heat of his body touches me,
along my legs, my ass. He’s right behind me, close. My heart pounds faster as I
now think I’m going to finally get what I want, what I need.
When he strokes my back with his
long fingers, I sigh. His touch is soothing but stimulating at the same time.
My nipples long for those fingers, my pussy clenches for his cock. He continues
to brush his fingers along my skin, down my spine, over my ass cheeks, up the
cleft of my body, only lightly brushing my labia, my anus, as he moves up all
the way to the back of my neck. Then he snags a handful of my hair and pulls my
head back, bowing my neck. He leans over me as he sucks on the skin at the side
of my throat. His teeth rake gently against my flesh, his erection presses
against my slick, plump lips. Just a shift...
A shift and he’ll be inside me. I’m
tempted to push and press to encourage, but again... I want to obey and he has
not given me permission… yet.
Not yet.
So, I remain in place, I remain
where he wants me as he tugs on my hair, traces the curve of my ear with his
tongue, back down my neck, down the center of my spine, until he reaches the
cleft of my ass again. He doesn’t stop there.
No.
With a shock, he circles my tight
rim with his tongue, flicks, teases me there and I can’t help but groan. My
former encounters have been boring, nothing like this.
I have never had any man approach
me there.
Not there.
But, the more he licks and kisses,
and prods, the more I relax, appreciating his skill. Until he releases my hair
abruptly and separates my ass cheeks, and I hear him make a noise. One of
appreciation.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
He makes me feel just that.
Beautiful. Even in this vulnerable position.
He’s right about intimacy and
communication.
His words make me trust him, make
me open to him. His touches, as well.
“Do not move your hands. Separate
your knees a little more. Not too much. That’s it. Right there.”
And then he’s quiet... because his
mouth is against my mound, pressing against my clit, his tongue plays with me,
circling, flicking, stroking my sensitive nub. I struggle to remain still. To
keep my hands and knees in place.
I want to drop to my back, grab his
head and hold him in place as he eats me until I come. With or without his
permission.
But I don’t. I play his game.
I wait.
His tongue, his mouth, then his
fingers, draw me to the edge. I’m close to coming and I can’t. Not yet. I
haven’t been told to come yet.
I hope it’s soon.
My nipples are hard and aching, my
anus clenches, almost in need, and my pussy throbs as he tastes all of me,
savors it, savors me.
He groans against my swollen flesh
and the vibrations make me whimper. I bite my lip to contain it.
I’m on the edge of orgasm but he
hasn’t told me to let go yet and I struggle to convince my body to behave. To
wait.
“Not yet,” he says, as if he can
read my mind. But he can’t, he’s probably just reading me, my body. “Soon, but
not yet.”
He shifts and reaches for the items
on the nightstand. Within seconds, I feel the cool gel of the lube against my
heated flesh. It dribbles down the crack of my ass, and with his thumb, he
massages it around the rim. More drips, more circles made. And then pressure.
Not his mouth this time. No. A
finger, long, strong, determined to take my virgin ass.
Slowly, he works the digit to the
first knuckle, past the tight ring. Then the second knuckle and I’m blown away
by a sensation I’ve never felt before. One I never thought I’d ever want or
need.
But I want this. I need this. It’s
like this man knows everything I need. Everything I crave.
Then he’s moving inside me with a
rhythm that could very well drive me mad. And when he buries his mouth against
me again, sucking my flesh between his lips, his teeth, I almost scream
“pineapple.” Because I can’t take any more and not climax.
His torture is not allowing me to
come. And I can’t ask him, I can’t beg.
I’m not allowed.
He must allow it.
I need him to say it.
But his mouth is full of my sex, my
sensitive flesh, and he’s not saying anything.
I want to give up.
I want to scream for mercy.
I’m
done.
I’m
done.
I’m
done.
“You may come,” he says so softly
that I almost think I imagine it. And when his mouth finds me again and now two
of his fingers fuck my ass, I no longer care if I’d imagined it.
I let go.
My mind spins. My body convulses.
I clench around his fingers and a
sound I’ve never heard before escapes me.
A wail. A cry of release.
Finally.
And before the last of the orgasm
ebbs away, he’s inside me. Taking me hard, deep, and rough, slamming his hips
against my ass. The slapping of our skin, our ragged breathing, and sounds of
ecstasy filling the small cabin.
With one hand still working deep in
my tight canal, his other grabs my hair again, pulling my head back roughly until
my neck can bend no more.
“That’s it, Grace. Ride my cock.
Feel me deep inside you. That pussy’s mine. That ass is mine. Your mouth will
soon be mine, too. You do not come until I tell you to. Tell me you hear me.”
“Yes, Nick. Yes, I hear you.”
“You fit me perfectly. Like you
were made for me. Were you made for me, Grace?”
“Yes. Only for you.”
“Who do you belong to?”
No hesitation. “You, Nick. I belong
to you.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I hiss. Because it’s true,
even though I just came, I’m ready to come again. His words, his smooth like
butter voice, turn me on like nothing ever before.
It’s insane. But I love it.
This is how I’m meant to be fucked.
I’m not meant to be pushed off the cliff, I’m meant to be thrown.
“Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes,” I force myself to say,
because thoughts are difficult, words even more so.
“When I say ‘now,’ you will come.”
His fingers curl inside me,
stroking, and his cock slams me even harder, deeper until there’s nowhere else
for it to go.
He tenses, his body hiccups. Then
he groans, “Now,” and I fall with him. Over the edge, into an endless space
below. I can’t tell who is throbbing. Him, me, both of us.
I only know one thing...
This was the man I was made for.
Him. And only him.
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