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I adore that he's thinking of me. "As if I'm not gonna like doing this to you?" I tease. "But yes, we'll do both, I promise."
"Excellent." He moves forward and braces himself on his elbows, presenting the best backside in two worlds for me to oil up. His skin gleams with the oil, and when he spreads his thighs, he shows everything to me. The man does not have a shy bone in his body.
I get the oil bowl again and dribble more down his backside, then slide one finger into his ass, caressing his slick balls with my other hand. Kassam groans as I dip my finger in and out of his hole, working it. I'm pretty sure I have to stretch things for him to take the strap-on, which I worry might be too large. As I work his bottom, he clenches around my finger, squeezing, and it sends hot prickles of awareness through my body. Is this what it's like when I clench around him? God, that must feel amazing.
I add a second finger and work his sac as I prep him, and I love the noises he makes. His breath hitches with every movement of my hand, and his hooves dig into the blanket. "Too much?" I ask, checking in. "Should I stop?"
"Keep going," he growls.
"Think you can take my strap-on? It's pretty big…though not as big as you. I didn't want to give you a complex."
He huffs with laughter, which turns into a groan when I push a third finger into his ass. His butt clenches, his cheeks tight, and I'm fascinated by the sight. He's just so damned gorgeous. "I can take it."
All righty, then. I slip my fingers out of his bottom and give him a light smack. I wipe my slick hands on the blanket, then put on my harness. The moment it settles around my hips, the vines tighten and move, settling everything in place. Kassam's magic is handy, even for such decadent things. I fix the belt in place and then give it an experimental wiggle. Everything seems secure, and I grab a bit more oil and grease up the wooden shaft of my “cock.” "Remember your word if this is too much, Kassam."
"You forget who I am already?" he calls back, slightly breathless as I move behind him. He's smarter than I am at this, or more experienced, because he's lowered his upper body to the mossy blanket, raising his hips in the air at the perfect height. I run the peg along the crease of his ass, getting him used to the feel of it.
When his body clenches and he shudders, it fills me with a giddy excitement. Fuck, this is going to be so damn sexy. I smack it against his ass cheek, trying to mimic his movements when he fucks me and all the ways that he drives me crazy. "You ready?"
Kassam groans again.
All right then. "Coming in hot," I murmur, and then press the head of the shaft against the opening to his body. My first thought is that nothing's going to fit, but then I remember there's a tight ring of muscle there that has to be pushed past. "Remember your word," I tell him, as I press in. "I can stop at any time."
He lets out a ragged growl. "Don't."
Fair enough. I anchor one hand on his hip and lean in, and when his body relaxes and lets me in, I surge forward, until I'm seated at the hilt. Kassam's breath stutters, and I'm panting, frozen in place. I've never pegged a man before. I hope I'm doing it right. "How's it feel?" I ask, rubbing his hips with tiny circles.
"Amazing," he manages in a thick voice. "My clever, sexy Carly. You are amazing."
I mentally preen at that. I thought he'd be a little more reluctant to do this, but he's into it, and honestly, so am I. My pussy is so slick I can feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs as I slowly rock against him. I gasp as the fronts of my thighs smack against his and it occurs to me I don't know how to move my body to fuck him properly. "Give me a sec to figure this out," I tell him. "I've never fucked a man before. Been fucked by one, sure. But doing the fucking is new to me."
Kassam's only response is to groan. The trees above us shiver with a stiff wind, the leaves rustling.
Right. Okay. I pull my hips back, and then gently push them forward again. He doesn't make a sound of distress, so I try it again, and after a few fumbles, I figure out a rhythm that works for him. Shorter, quick bursts that involve me snapping my hips elicit groan after groan from him, whereas the deeper, slower strokes don't seem to do much at all. I rock into him, using one hand to grip his hip. I try smacking his ass, but it knocks me out of my rhythm, and feels a little too porny anyhow. As I work him, I lean over his bigger body, pressing my skin to his, because I love the sight of him like this, and I love the way he feels. I love the sounds he makes, and I love that I'm giving him this pleasure.
