Page 140 of Painted Truths

Probing my thumb deeper, I can almost hear the small pop as it breaches her tight ring of untouched muscle while, in tandem, I increase the pressure of my other thumb on her engorged nub, sending a flood of moisture pooling between her thighs.

I press open-mouthed kisses all along her neck, shoulder and onto her back, drinking in her cries of pleasure as I pump my thumb deeper and faster into her ass.

“Oh please, please fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

Jesus Christ, she’s never talked dirty to me, but hell, if those words don’t have me almost coming all over her perfect cheeks.

Her cry of displeasure when I remove my thumb quickly turns into a loud moan of encouragement as I line up my cock and squirt some more lube onto both of us, rubbing it in quickly.

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I press forward, her lubricated asshole initially rejecting this considerably larger, new intrusion.

“Relax, Peach. Let your body go, and I’ll take it to heights you’ve never even dreamt of.”

Surging forward, I feel her body accept mine as I sink slowly, oh-so-slowly inside. Then, picking back up where I’d left off, I resume strumming her clit until she’s pushing back against me, seeking more, and it’s then I sink deeper, burying my length inside her virgin hole.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my GOD!”

Stilling my movement, I allow her to take all of me—to become accustomed to my body’s invasion into hers. My whole being is trembling with the effort of giving her the time she needs to adjust, my brow dripping heavy beads of sweat onto her lower back as I take in the view before me, my cock seated as deep as it can go in her perfect ass.

All the while, I’m continuing my assault on her clit, giving her more and more friction until she pushes back against me, encouraging me to move.

“Henry. Move. Please move. I need… I need—"

“What do you need? Tell me what you need, Peaches.”

Dropping her head onto the mattress, she lifts her ass impossibly higher as I clench my jaw at the wondrous sight before me.

“I need—" Her words are barely a whisper as she struggles to catch her breath. “I need you. I need everything you have, Henry!”

Her declaration travels through my ears, along my entire body and settles heavily in my cock, willing me to take, take, take.

“Your wish, baby….”

Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity as I pump in and out several times, not stopping my movements on her swollen bud while holding her firmly by the hip, but it’s too good. It’s too much.

The visual feast spread before my eyes. Her moans of pleasure tantalising my ears. The feel of our naked skin on skin. The scent of our combined arousal mixed with our joint perspiration.

I’m going to come, but not before her.

“Come for me, Peach. Come now.”

“Henry, I’m so close.” She reaches her own hand down, pressing my thumb against her clit harder, before sinking her own finger inside her pussy while I continue to fuck her deep in her ass.

“Jesus, Peach, I’m going to come. I can’t stop it.”

I can’t hold back. Leaning over her body, I bite that sensitive spot on her neck, and that’s all it takes to send us both spiralling over the edge as I almost black out with the force of my orgasm.

Falling forward over her perspiration-soaked back, I’m careful to protect her from most of my weight as we both come back down from the crest of our passion.

I’m careful to ease myself out of her body. The sight of my load flowing freely from her ass is almost enough to get my cock throbbing again, if such a thing were possible after how hard I’ve just come.

“I’ll just grab a towel and get us cleaned up, baby.”

Her response is a bare murmur, face down on the mattress.

Making my way to our ensuite on jelly legs, I wet a hand towel and clean myself, then toss it in the hamper before soaking a second one for Liv.

The sound of her heavy breathing is apparent the minute I re-enter our room, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face.