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“Jack? I’m serious. No pussy today.”
His hands pause, then retreat. I feel him take my knees and bend my legs, opening them. Before I can object, he slides his hand under my ass and squeezes my cheeks lightly, running his thumbs along the edges of my bathing suit bottoms.
This is sort of unusual, so I don’t say anything right away. And it’s kind of relaxing. With the workout that I’ve been getting, it’s sort of like a nice massage, the way that he is working my ass cheeks, his strong hands firmly kneading those muscles.
As he works the muscles, I feel the tension leaving my body. It feels great. He is so strong that he lifts me off the cushions with no effort at all. I don’t even object when he spreads my ass cheeks, brushing against my hole with his fingers, just the gentlest touch.
Then he stops. I push my glasses up and look at him. He bites his lower lip, tipping his head to the side thoughtfully.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he announces. “And you’re going to love it.”
Then he hops up off the chair. “Wait right here,” he commands me.
He jogs out of the patio area, returning in a few moments with a towel and a monstrous grin on his face. My heart races. Ass? Is he serious?
But then again, everything he’s done so far has been surprisingly amazing. I’ve always been curious. I’ve never had a boyfriend who was even a little bit interested, so it’s just sort of undiscovered country back there.
So why the hell not?
The cap of the lube squeaks when he thumbs it open. He squeezes a little onto his fingers and dives into my bathing suit, slathering my bottom with the gooey, slippery substance.
“Raise your hips,” he smiles.
Arching up on my heels, I pick my bottom up off the chair and let him slide the towel underneath me. Then he drags my bathing suit bottoms off my body and flips them, slingshot style, onto the table next to us.
“Damn, that really is a beautiful pussy,” he growls as he stares at my naked body. “But it’s a beautiful asshole too. Nice and tight for me. Just do what I tell you, okay? Y
ou’re going to love it.”
“Jack…”
“Shhhhh,” he answers, smiling encouragingly.
I thought he would want me to turn over onto my belly, but he doesn’t ask me to do that. He just keeps my legs wide, wide open and continues rubbing lube over my ass. With every stroke, back and forth, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. But his fingers probe a little deeper each time. At first I feel him just tapping there, then pressing. So slippery, so rhythmic. He circles the hole, watching my face intently.
Round and round he goes, so gentle, but I know there is more coming. My pulse rushes in my ears. Tap, tap, tap. When he inserts a finger, just the tip, he stops.
“Just relax,” he says softly. “Just stay like this, just for a second. Your body will adjust.”
And he is totally right. At first it seems strange, obstructive, like getting a seed caught in your throat or something. But since he doesn’t move, I feel myself relax around him, that tight ring loosening its grip on his finger.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Slowly he begins to stroke, in and out, sliding his finger into my hole, gently tempting my body into wanting more. He is so patient, but I realize that I am not. I begin to move with him, urging him to go a little bit deeper.
“Ohhhhh, yeah, didn’t I tell you? Doesn’t that feel good?”
I don’t answer, but I close my eyes and let my body take over. I can feel everything around me too, the sound of the water, the sound of the wind. The heat of the concrete, radiating upward. It’s also perfect.
A little deeper, a little deeper. I can hear the wet sound of the lube as he works me slightly faster, then suddenly I am certain he’s got two fingers. It feels amazing. So good that I let my hands drift down to touch my clit while he does that.
“Jesus, Chelsea, yes,” he grunts. “Do that. Let me watch you touch your beautiful pussy.”
Spread open and shameless, I use the lube that’s up by my pearl to ease the soreness of my lady parts. But I don’t have to worry. After a few seconds I am throbbing with want all over again. I guess I am just a glutton for punishment.
Yes, I am a glutton. I’m hungry. I want more. So much more. I start moving my hips, angling myself to get him deeper into my ass. So I can feel more, so I can change that elusive, slippery feeling. Find the bliss and ride it to the top.
The chaise rocks as he changes positions, angling himself over me. He balances his weight on one forearm that he places next to my head and hooks my right knee over his hip with the other hand.
