She bends back down to the bottom drawer and straightens up a moment later with a bottle of lube. Well, thank God for that.
“On your hands and knees,” she orders. I roll over and only feel partially embarrassed when I am in the position she commands, my arse sticking up in the air and my head hanging between my shoulders. Mina moves around the bed and then climbs up on it behind me.
I appreciate the strokes she gives my backside, my thighs and the curve of my hip more than I can explain and that makes me lift my head and look over my shoulder to watch her licking her lips as she studies me.
“Please, Mina,” I say, fearing she’s going to take her time, when I’m so desperate to feel her inside me, so desperate to feel her move, so desperate to come.
“I need to get you ready,” she explains.
“No, you don’t, not really. Just some lube and…” I promptly stop talking when I feel a sharp thwack against my right butt cheek.
“Ow!” I howl.
“Who gives the orders?” she demands, rubbing the spot she just spanked, and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does, shouldn’t now hum with warmth where just a second ago it stung with heat.
“You do,” I say.
“Then be quiet and let me get you ready.”
As it happens, Mina doesn’t take forever to prepare me and I enjoy every single second. She’s gentle and thorough, adding one finger at first, then two and playing with me a while before a third is added, and I back up on her hand rhythmically and persistently, but it doesn’t take long before she is clicking open the lube bottle and applying it to her strap-on.
“Ready for me, Charlie?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?”
Fuck, I am convinced this woman is going to kill me and my death certificate will say Death by Pegging. And in this moment, I’m not even sure I can muster the will to be ashamed of it.
“Yes, please,” I gasp.
As if to check I’m really ready, or maybe just because she wants to, I feel Mina’s gentle delicate touch on the outside of my hole as she applies a little more lube. It’s light, barely there but is more than enough to send tingles straight down my spine and a shot of heat to my balls. I move one hand to my cock and catch more pre-cum at the tip, using it to glide my fist over my head.
“No, not yet.” Mina swats at my upper arm and I drop my hand with a long groan.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Soon, Charlie, soon. But right now, I need you to focus on me and what I’m doing. What I’m doing to you.”
I feel the blunt head of the dildo press against my hole. It’s instinctive when I push back against it and breathe out, relaxing my muscles. But still, she doesn’t enter me.
“Mina,” I plead with her. “Please.”
“Fuck, you sound so good when you beg,” she says as she pushes slowly inside me.
I exhale with the relief of it, and with the delicious pressure as she sinks slowly and admittedly, expertly, past the tightest ring.
“Tell me how you like it,” Mina says and I feel her hands on my hips. I can’t tell if she’s holding on to me for support or if she’s doing it to try and control my movement as I’m desperately trying to fuck myself on her, but it feels right. That’s exactly where her hands should be. That’s exactly where I want them.
“Right now, I want it hard and fast,” I say, noticing my breath is coming in quick, sharp pants.
“Slow and deep it is,” she says with true menace in her tone as she gives me a long thrust as if to affirm her plans.
“Mina!” I yell and I mean it as a protest but as she glides over my prostate it’s as much a cry of pleasure.
“Hold on, Charlie,” she says before rutting into me again.
I moan, loudly.
