His large hands arrange me carefully, lifting me until my feet are off the ground, my front half resting against the flat top of the stone. Like this, my pussy is at the perfect height for him to fuck me, but he doesn’t dive in, not yet.
“Hold yourself open,” he orders, and I reach back to do as he asks without thinking.
Too late, I realise how compromising this position is. It exposes everything, but the growl from behind me promises me that he likes what he sees.
Dipping into my heat, his fingers swirl around my clit once more, reigniting the embers of my earlier orgasm before they disappear. I hear the pop of a cork a second before the cool oil trickles down my asshole.
I feel the heat of his cock a second before he presses slowly into my pussy.
He doesn’t sink all the way in, and I whimper as he torments me with just the head of his dick. The stretch of him burns slightly, but I love it.
“So good,” he hisses. “So wet and hot, like a fucking glove.”
Then his finger rubs against my ass, and I tense.
“Relax,” he murmurs, forcing his cock a little deeper until I’m distracted enough to do what he says. “Let me play like you wanted me to.”
It’s a strange feeling, but thereispleasure there. It’s not what I’m used to. The nerve endings he’s awakening are sharper, darker, twistier, but it’s delightful all the same.
It takes three more small thrusts until his cock is root-deep inside me. Like the gentleman he is, he gives me a moment to adjust, panting and squirming around the invasion, before he pulls his hips back.
But it’s not just his cock moving. His finger moves in counterpoint, invading my ass as he pulls out of my sex and then retreating as his cock presses in again. The strange combination makes me groan.
“Talk to me,” he encourages. “Tell me how it feels to have both of your holes played with.”
Pleasure merges, combining until I can’t separate the two sensations, or differentiate the two different types of penetration. I’m just one huge melting pot of fire.
“It feels… good,” I pant. “Strange, but—oh!” He twists his finger, pulling back and thrusting in again as his huge cock increases speed, the mushroom head dragging over my G-spot.
My startled cry freezes him, stopping the delicious sensations in their tracks until I want to wail at the unfairness.
“Good?” he grates out.
“Yes,” I promise. “Please, Jaro, just fuck me.” I swallow. “Fuck me while you finger my ass so I can learn to take you there.”
Because if this is how it’s going to feel, then I want it. I want it almost as much as I want him to move.
His growl this time is thunderous, rumbling between our bodies. His hips snap forward, burying himself into me harder than I suspect he means to. My back arches, breasts rubbing against the fabric of his shirt and sending a lightning bolt straight to the place where he’s joined us together. Rocking my hips in desperation, I whine as his iron control refuses to yield to my silent demand.
“If I get too rough…” His voice is barely human.
“You won’t.”
That’s all the permission he needs. Pulling back, he rams home again and again and again, taking his pleasure from my body with frantic thrusts that force my body against the rock and jiggle my ass. Wet sounds blend with the crackling of the fire beside us as my pussy weeps and flutters around him and my ass tries its hardest to draw his finger even deeper.
I’m so close, rapidly approaching my orgasm like a shooting star. When he slips a second finger in beside the first, stretching the muscles that are protesting his invasion in the most delicious way possible, I’m gone. My pussy milks his dick as rapture claims me and sunlight bursts in my veins.
I’m so far gone I barely notice him jerking inside me with a groan, or the hot trickle of his seed as it escapes from where we’re joined. All I can feel is the way his body collapses against mine, the warmth of his chest against my back as he presses kisses to the back of my wings, drawing out my pleasure until it morphs, becoming a second, smaller orgasm that steals my breath and leaves me twitching with aftershocks as he pulls away.
My ass feels strange when he withdraws his fingers, and I blush as, for a second, my sphincter clenches on nothing in concert with my now-empty pussy. Pushing up, I try to stand on wobbly legs, smiling when Jaro is there, scooping me straight up into his arms.
“Hey, let me.”
I’m cocooned in his shirt before I can say another word, being tucked into bed with him wrapped around me.
“Jaro, I’ve got to clean up.”
“Leave it.” His eyes flash wolf, then back to chestnut brown again. “I know it sounds gross, but it might ease your symptoms a bit.” He strokes my hair out of my face. “I’ll wash you before you wake, promise.”
