“Love me enough to bend over?” I tease.
“Yes.” No hesitation, no doubt.
My heart squeezing at the idea of being his first, I say, “You know the colours?”
“Yes.”
I clear my throat, my chest aching as I approach the subject I’ve been dreading. “Can you… Can we… Can we have a different safe word?” Peace treaty hurts too much. He didn’t stop, and my trust in that word… in him when it comes to that word…
My heart hammering, I watch his face soften.
“Of course. Anything you want.”
“Can it be monogamy?”
A corner of his lips pulls up, but it’s still laced with sadness and guilt. “Yes. But until you can remember it every time, say any mono- word, and I’ll stop. Even mono itself. During sex or not, I promise I will never cross that line again.”
Tears burn my eyes. I glance away as I swallow. “Thank you.”
Crossing over to me, he pulls me into his arms. “You have nothing to be thankful for. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know.”
His arms squeeze around me, and for a long time, he just holds me. My dildo can’t be comfortable pressing into his balls, but he doesn’t say anything.
I hug him tightly, then pull back, wanting us to move forwards – both from our pain and into the pegging. I was really lookingforwards to that. Wiping my eyes, I look up and smile at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
My smile widens. He says those words so quickly these days, never hesitating, in front of people or not. We are not each others’ weaknesses; we were our strengths, and now all of Raza knows it.
“Kneel,” I say. “I want to be inside you.”
Holding my gaze, he very slowly goes down to one knee and then the other. My pussy spasms at the close proximity of his mouth, and for a fleeting moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing the strap-on so he could eat me out.
My lips parting, I lean down and kiss him. Then I move around behind him, kneel down, and push on his back in-between his wings. He falls forwards onto his hands, and I run mine up his thighs to his ass. Squeezing his cheeks, I just look at him for a moment.
The base of his purple butt plug is visible. There’s a little button in the middle. My pussy clenching, I push it toon. The muscles of his thighs bulge deliciously as his arms give out a little and a low groan rumbles from his lips. As the toy vibrates inside him, I lift a hand to my breast and pinch a nipple. A whimper leaving me, I trail my other hand around his hip and fondle his cock and balls.
Releasing my breast, I press the button again, increasing its speed. His ass clenches, and I reach between his thighs to massage his balls as I stroke his cock with my other hand. I run my thumb up and down his perineum.
“Fuck,” he moans, his head lowered, his hips thrusting. I squeeze his cock harder, press the button again, and work him until he’s panting with a quickness that brings me to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to come with you,” I say, my thighs rubbing against each other.
Grabbing hold of the butt plug, I pull it out. His ass gapes in front of me, and his frustrated little groan leaves me on the edge. My pulse racing with the need to be inside him, I shove my thumb in before his hole can close.
“Fuck, you look good around my finger,” I say, moving it in and out as I grab the lube with my other hand. Applying a generous amount, I work him until we’re both panting and the urge to be inside him is making me feral.
After lubing up my dildo, I wrap my fingers around it. I withdraw my thumb and press the toy against his ass.
Panting heavily, I push slowly into him, using more lube with every rocking of my hips. He grunts, his hands fisting as the head of my dildo pushes in. Grabbing his ass cheeks, I spread him open as I ease in further.
“Colour?” I ask breathlessly, my thighs a wet mess of desire.
“Green,” Richard says, the ragged word making my pussy clench.
Pushing my pelvis forwards, I moan as I watch the dildo disappear bit by bit into his ass. Fuck, I can almost feel him gripping me. Like the strap-on is wired into my nervous system. “Colour?” I ask when I’m half-way in.
