I want to taste it. But I want to feel it more.
Need to feel it.
I keep my fingers in place while I climb up her body, her honey on my lips. When I kiss her, she tastes herself and moans. From me, from her own flavor, I don’t know. She wraps her legs around me, so I replace my hand with my cock.
I don’t ease in. No patience for that.
One wet hand on her hip, I line up and shove in hard. Our sounds mix—her crying out, my growl. The woman is tighter than I remember, and my brain does a hard reset to get my bearings. When I angle myself just right, my pubic bone massages her clit. If I let my weight down, she’ll have a hard time breathing.
I cover her mouth with mine and thrust again while I eat her moans. Then I find her wrists and pin them to the pillows. “Next time, I’m going to tie you to my bed.” I pound into her, finding a rough rhythm to keep myself from coming. “Would you like that, pet?”
She takes a few breaths, then, “Close!”
“Is it my cock or the thought of being tied down?”
“Yes!”
“Good answer, pet.” I pound into her harder until her whole body twitches beneath me. “You’re right there on the edge, aren’t you?”
She can’t speak. Only nod.
I cover her mouth with my palm, her nostrils with the side of my hand. “You get your next breath when you come.”
Her eyes go wide, then roll back, and I feel it. Oh, fuck, I feel it. Her whole body bucks at mine as she comes all over my cock,squirming, writhing, wriggling beneath me, incapable of control or words or anything I don’t allow.
I move my hand for a moment, and she gasps as if she’s been underwater for far too long. Once her lungs are full again, I cover her there once more and hammer her into the mattress. Her body is in fits, and she loses all that breath when she screams against my hand.
I let her breathe again. Her face is red and sweaty. Her eyes, glassy. Either post-orgasm euphoria or subspace or both, with the latter most likely. Lena’s submissive when she gets the chance to be, and I intend to give her every chance she wants.
Once she’s caught her breath, she pulls me closer, and she says my name once near the end in a way I’m going to be thinking about for longer than is probably useful.
Too close. Don’t like that.
I flip her over and bury her face down in the pillows, ass up. “There. Scream into those.” Then I lift her nightgown over her ass and snatch the lube from my nightstand. Every person should have an ass this perfect. Round. Plump. Exactly what I need right now.
I coat a finger with the lube, then play with her pussy from behind to keep her relaxed. I’m not sure it works—she gasps with every stroke. I keep a finger on her clit while I casually walk my other hand to her ass. Once there, I run a finger along the edge.
Tense. Fuck, she’s so tense.
“There, there, pet. Breathe.”
“Can’t,” she says upon lifting a pillow.
“Can’t breathe, or can’t?—”
“I’ve never done anything… there.”
I don’t bother fighting the smile on my lips. “Then I’ll be sure to enjoy this even more.”
She goes quiet as I massage her there, going back and forth from one hole to the other carefully. When I dip the tip of my forefinger into her rear, she’s tense once more.
I know how to relax her.
So I fit the head of my cock into her pussy. It’s enough to make me thrust all the way in, but I have other goals in mind at the moment. A bit of finger here, a bit of cock there, working in half inches as I go back and forth in each hole, until finally, I reach my finger as deep as I can go in her ass and shove my cock the rest of the way into her pussy.
“How does that feel? To be double-penetrated?—”
“Fuck!” she squeals. Her whole body trembles, vibrating me.
