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“You’re dripping.”
After kicking off his heavy denim jeans, he pulls his shirt over his head. His thumb outlines the perimeter of my center, drawing out my arousal and spreading it around, from my clit to my opening and up to my ass.
“You remember your safewords?”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down.”
He brings his other knee up on the bed and traces the pulsing silicone up and down the back of my thighs, over my cheeks. I squirm, wanting to feel it on my clit. The longer he teases me, the wetter I get.
“Rhys, please...”
“Polite whores are patient.”
His thumb swipes through me again, and this time he easily slides inside, there’s hardly any friction between us, the sensation is intense. I almost choke on my inhale.
“You ready?” he asks. I appreciate how often he checks in with me.
“Mmhmm.”
He adds some lube to my ass and presses his middle finger into me.
“Just stretching you out.” I gasp as he preps me. My core wants to contract, but I try to relax and take deep breaths. He pushes in the crown, pressing himself deeper inside.
“Yellow.”
“Good, Freya. That’s so fucking good.” I adore the praise as much as I do the degradation. He coats his erection in more lube. Dramatically slower this time, he continues to penetrate me, it’s much smoother this time.
“Green.”
He kneads my ass cheeks and spreads my thighs apart. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this, the electrifying rush that pounds in my chest.
“You choose the pace, Freya,” he says, “I’ll match it.”
This guy knows how to anal.
Even though I’m thoroughly lubed up, I need to let my body acclimate to his size. I pause with my head hanging between my shoulders. After a slow breath, I relax my muscles, then take him inch by inch in shallow thrusts.
“Freya, this ass.Jesus Christ...How are you doing?”
I exhale. “Good. Just need a second.” He feels so good.
“Fuck, I feel likeIneed a second.”
After administering a small, sharp spank, he moves his palms up and down my back before settling them on my hips, they’re warm and protective.
He picks the vibrator up again. “Don’t fight it, don’t think, just feel.” He’s being so careful with me. I appreciate it but am concerned the intimacy is crossing a line. Sliding it up my legs, he rests it at my entrance, and I continue to rock against him. With each stroke, the pull inside me grows.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?”
God, yes. I needed him.
“Uh-huh,” I pant.
His hand travels up to my neck and wraps around my throat, palming me from behind. My body reacts quicker this time. Everything tightens, and I think I might come. He chuckles, and I hear the gratification in his voice. “I love the way you melt for me. As soon as my fingers covered this sweet, sensitive neck”—he gently strokes me with his thumb—“I felt your body flutter around my cock.” I can only moan in response.
I am so close to coming. I pick up my pace a little, and the buzzing silicone is placed where I need it. I grind, pushing him deep into my ass and pulling off until I reach the tip. I catch his reflection in the mirror off to the side, his head falls back, and he groans. He’s putty in my hands. It brings me more satisfaction than it should. The constant stimulation is making my legs quiver. I’ll soon lose control.
My abs flex and my back arches.
