"Tell me when, baby.” Her voice is kind. I know she is going to fuck me and I want it desperately. I want to feel anally fucked by her.
"When." I say. And I mean it.
She begins to fuck me.
She moves slow. Her first stroke is a quarter pull and a quarter push. The second is half. The third is half. The fourth is full. She is working me up. She does not go fast even when I would let her. She keeps the slow in and out that she is doing.
The slow in and out is what is going to break me.
The slow in and out lets me feel every inch on the way out and on the way in. The slow in and out lets me feel her hands on my hips when she pulls and the front of her thigh against the back of mine when she pushes. The slow in and out lets me hear her breath go a little short in her throat. The slow in and out lets me hear my own sound build in my chest from the bottom up.
She slides her right hand off my hip.
She slides it around under my hip.
She finds my clit.
I make a sound that is not a sound.
"There," she says.
"There."
"You can have both." She begins to rub my clit.
I moan.
"You can come on both."
“Mmmmm” I think my words have gone.
She works two fingers on my clit in a small steady circle. She matches the rhythm of her hips behind me. She is fucking me in two places with the same beat. My body does not know what to do with it. My body saysyeson every stroke. My body is climbing.
“I’m…..”
"Yes."
I moan as she fucks my ass, one hand holding my hip and the other firm against my clitoris. She is taking me there. And I am so fucking close.
"Come for me, Evangeline."
I gasp.
"Now."
I come. Crashing through me. More overwhelming and full body than anything ever.
I come with her deep in my ass and her fingers on my clit and her breath on the back of my neck and the kitchen smell of stew and bread and her around me, and the come is a long pull that starts at my heels and goes up through my legs and through my belly and through my chest and out the top of my head, and I am open at both ends of myself, and the open lets the orgasm tear through me without stopping.
I scream into the wood.
I have never screamed in sex.
I scream low and full into the table top and my hand grips the edge and my hips push back into hers and my cunt pulses against her fingers and my ass pulses around her, and the pulse on both ends is so loud in my body I cannot hear the kitchen.
Max comes.
Max comes against my back. Her hips lock to mine. She makes a sound I have not heard from her, low, drawn out, deep in her throat, and she presses the leather of the harness hard into the back of me, and I feel her shake with it, her thighs against mine, her hand flat on my hip, the come of her not in my body but into the leather and into the place she wears the harness on, and the fact that she comes when I come, into her own body, with me on her, is a new thing I am going to need a long time to think about.
