The contrast gives me whiplash—the dominance and then the tenderness, the predator and the golden retriever. It's intoxicating.
He turns me around gently, pressing his chest against my back as he carefully removes my trousers and panties. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, "I want to give you backshots that will make you see stars. I want to come so bad because of you. I want to hear my balls hitting you as we fuck..." His voice breaks slightly. "Damn, I'm so turned on right now."
My eyes widen, mouth suddenly dry even as the wetness gathers between my legs. This side of William—raw, uninhibited, desperate—it's new and thrilling.
His hands caress my buttocks, his touch alternating between gentle and firm. He kisses the curve of each cheek before giving them a light slap that makes me gasp. Then, without warning, he moves lower, his mouth finding my core.
The first stroke of his tongue has me clutching the sheets. He moans against me, the vibration adding to the sensation.
"You're fucking delicious," he growls between licks. "Missed this so much."
His dedication is overwhelming—the way he works his tongue, the little noises he makes, how he holds my hips still when I start to squirm. The tension builds quickly, almost embarrassingly so.
"I'm... sensitive," I manage to say between gasps.
"I'm noticing," he replies, a smile in his voice. He nibbles gently at my clit before resuming his attention with renewed vigor.
Through the haze of pleasure, a rhythmic sound comes from him, and I realize he's pleasuring himself while focusing on me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though it's obvious.
"I'm too turned on," he admits, "but you're first, always first. So don't bother with me."
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its work, and that's all it takes. The orgasm crashes through me suddenly, making me cry out and arch my back. My entire body tenses and then releases in waves of pleasure.
William chuckles, his fingers still gently moving inside me. "That was fast this time."
"Well," I say when I can speak again, "I haven't been focusing on self-care lately, and you're being ridiculously sexy right now, so..."
"Is that a complaint?" he asks, kissing the inside of my thigh.
"God, no." He licks me clean, his touch now gentler, soothing rather than inflaming.
His hands move up to caress my back, tracing my spine. "You okay? You've got your head on the pillow and your ass perked up for me, and that doesn’t look comfortable."
"I'm fine," I murmur into the pillow. "Perfect, even."
He chuckles again, the sound warm and affectionate. The tearing of foil sounds as he opens the condom wrapper, then a slight pause as he rolls it on. The bed shifts as he positions himself behind me.
When he lines up with my entrance, he lets out a small whimper. "Fuck."
He slides in slowly, and we both moan at the sensation. His hands grip my back as he moves with careful, measured thrusts.
"Like coming home," he says, his voice strained. "Where I belong. With the person I love." His pace quickens slightly. "This is such a turn on."
He begins to move more purposefully, each thrust going deeper than the last. The sound of his skin against mine, the slap of his balls hitting me, his grunts and moans—it all creates a symphony of pleasure that I never want to end.
I'm so wet that he accidentally slides out, and he laughs softly. "I love how wet you are for me, how well you take me. But you need to take it all." He slides back in with a deep thrust that makes me cry out.
He kisses my back, his lips trailing up my spine as his hands hold my waist firmly. His thrusts become more relentless, more desperate. We're both moaning uncontrollably now, beyond caring how we sound.
I can't believe how good this feels—how good he feels. Sex has never been like this before, so consuming, so emotionally charged.
William caresses my side before delivering a light slap to my buttocks, and then his pace increases to a point where coherent thought becomes impossible. We're both reduced to primal sounds and sensations.
"I'm coming," he warns, his voice tight.
I try to respond but can only manage a moan.
