I could see that Stefan was hard, so hard. I spread my legs for him, needing to feel him fill me up. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned me over on my belly, my face pressed into a pillow.
He had taken me like this once before and I had loved it, loved the tight friction of his cock, the way his hand had slid under my hips to pinch my clit as he’d fucked me from behind, so I waited, eager for him to slide into my pussy, to take me hard and fast. When his hand slid up my inner thigh, spreading my legs wide for him, I moaned in anticipation. But instead of touching me where I wanted him to, where I expected him to, his hand moved higher.
Spreading my cheeks, his finger traced the seam of my ass.
I shivered at the unexpected sensation.
“You’re mine,” Stefan said, his finger stroking my asshole. “Say it,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” I said, my voice shaking a little, my body taut and on the edge. What was he doing? And why did it feel so good? Every nerve ending was alive beneath his touch, and I could feel tingles like electric shocks reaching straight to my clit.
He pulled his finger away and I felt him slide off the bed, then heard a drawer opening, the snick of a cap flipping open and then snapping closed. Then his weight came toward me again, and he was pulling my legs apart further, exposing my ass to him again.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. I wanted this, wanted to experience something new with him, but it was all so unfamiliar to me.
“I’m going to take your ass,” Stefan said. “And I’m going to do it slow. Then faster, if you like.”
“Okay.” A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching with desire. “Will it hurt?”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. We’ll take it at your pace. If you say stop, I stop. All you have to do is relax.”
I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. “I’m ready.”
First he slid one lubricated finger into my ass, but he stopped partway when I gasped.
I could feel myself tightening up around his finger, and I tried to focus on relaxing, as he’d instructed. “More,” I said. “I can take it.”
He shifted slightly, the rest of his finger sliding in, and as he pumped gently once, twice, a third time, a tremble of pleasure rippled through me from deep inside. It was totally unexpected, and it made me cry out. It felt different, but good. Really good.
“I’m fine. Keep going,” I told him, my voice husky with desire.
He slowly pulled his finger back, just a little, and then plunged back in. I hissed a breath, then let out a moan. It was unbelievable, and so sensual. I could feel every tiny movement of his finger. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Give me more,” I pleaded. “It feels good.”
So softly, stopping only to add more lube before picking up where he left off, he continued fingering my ass, easing me into it before he finally began to move faster. My nipples were rock hard, tingling where they pressed against the bed, my pussy wetter than it had ever been. His finger pumped back and forth, lighting up the tight bundle of nerves there. When I started grinding my hips into the bed, he added another finger, stretching me even further. I’d never experienced anything like it. Soon I was begging for more, begging to be filled by him.
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and I nearly wept from the sudden loss. I was desperate for relief, but also anxious. This was something I had never imagined doing.
“You’re mine,” he said, and I felt him settle his body behind me, felt the bed shift as he straddled me, his knees on either side of me. He pulled my hips up off the bed, spreading my ass wide, opening me up to him.
I knew what was coming next, but I was still surprised when I felt the head of his cock press hard against my well-lubed ass. I gripped the bedspread in my fists, bracing myself for what he would do to me. My eyes were shut tight, my ass up in the air. I was ready for him.
Carefully, he slid his cock into my ass, groaning with the slow, agonizing friction.
I moaned along with him. It was so intimate, like nothing I had ever experienced. I loved how close I felt to Stefan, having this intense physical connection. He pushed deeper, inch by inch, and I pressed back to meet him, willing my muscles to relax as he fully entered me.
“You’re mine,” he said again, lust straining his voice. “You belong to me.”
He was on the edge already, just as I was. I could tell his control was at its breaking point. I loved that my body did this to him. That I drove him wild the same way he did for me.
“I’m yours,” I said. “Don’t stop, please.”
I was begging now, and I didn’t care. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to fill me up. He began to thrust, gently at first, his cock stroking back and forth inside my ass. As I ground into him, meeting every stroke, he started moving faster, deeper. My entire body was shaking. I moaned with the pleasure that spread through me, from my head to my toes.
“Oh my god,” I panted as he slammed into me, my fingers twisting in the sheets as he fucked my ass harder. It was good, so good I had to bite down on the bedspread. I could hardly see straight.
“Take me,” I moaned. “Take my ass.”
