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“The top ones first,” I say. “So it stays in place while I fuck you.”
I stroke his cock on those last words, and his fingers fumble a little at the buckles on my waist, his breath coming in quick pants. But he gets it perfect, and then does the same for the second set of buckles.
“Stroke me,” I say.
He curls his fingers around my cock, his movement hesitant. I push into his fist and in a second, he gets the rhythm of it. Every push of his hand sends the base of the toy hard against my clit, a pulsing beat of pleasure.
“Now you too,” I say.
He puts his other hand on his own cock, strokes his fist over the length of it at the same time, uttering a broken groan. God, he’s hot like this. But this is just the beginning.
I put my hand over his to still his movement.
“Yes?” I ask. I want this, but I want to make sure he does too.
He nods, his eyes wide, a tiny smile at one side of his mouth.
“Good,” I say. “Kneel on the bed.”
“Yes,” he says. He doesn’t call me anything when we’re fucking. Not Ma’am or Mistress or any other pet name. And when we’re not fucking, I’m just Sarah. I’m the girl he loves, the girl he can bitch for not taking out the trash, the girl he holds when real life gets to be too much and I can’t take it anymore. But here, in moments like this, he’s all mine. And he’ll do anything I say.
This is one of the parts I like best, the part where I really get to take over. I lean forward and stroke him. One hand on his cock, the other on one of his asscheeks. He moans, delightfully, little spots of color appearing across both of his other cheeks. I lick my lips, wetting them, and I can almost see his mind working. A kiss? A blow job? The not knowing makes him harder, his cock nudging against my palm, and that makes me wetter, the insides of me starting to turn warm and liquid.
His perfect ass doesn’t get any more beautiful than when he’s like this, and I run my palms over his muscles. A soft finger between his cheeks makes him groan softly and hang his head. I lube my fingers and the length of my cock, doing it loudly so he can hear the sounds of the lube over skin and silicone.
I give the lube a second to warm up and then I circle his asshole with my fingers, a gentle caress that sends shudders all the way up his body. His breath blows out through his teeth. At the sound of his exhale, I slide one finger into him. The way he opens and closes around me, the pucker and relax, is so beautiful it almost makes me come. I keep my focus, barely, arching my finger to fit the curve of him, finger-fucking him so slowly it’s torture to keep the pace. He groans with every push, moving back into me harder each time, letting me know he’s ready for more. I enter him with two fingers and then with three. He starts rocking against my fingers, pushing back hard and moaning my name.
At that, I slide my fingers from him. A soft cry of despair comes from him, and I have to smile a little. I love seeing him like this, full of need. Or more accurately, full of a need that I know I can fulfill.
“Oh my love,” I say to him. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll beg me for it again and again.”
His only response is a broken groan. I rub the glistening head of the toy against his puckered hole. He whimpers a little and pushes back against the head. I enter him, just the very tip, watching him breathe, watching his body tighten and then loosen as he begins to let go. Then I stand still, letting him set the pace, watching his beautiful ass as it slides down over my cock. I’m so wet I’m afraid the dildo will fall out of the harness, but it stays secure, tight against my body.
“Ah fuck, Sarah, ah fuck,” Joseph groans as he settles his ass fully over my cock.
“Yes,” I say. “Fuck is just what I intend to do.”
I put one hand on the curve of his ass and the other on his cock. He’s gone a little soft, all of his body’s attention concentrating on his ass, but I can tell my touch feels good because he shudders softly. Stroking his cock in a slow movement, I match that movement with my body, beginning an equally slow pump of my hips. He’s so very fuckable like this, so very takeable, that I have to remind myself: slow, slow, slow.
But it’s not long before he’s speeding up the pace, grunting with each backward shove. I match his movements, jolts of pleasure riding up through me each time the cock’s base pressures against my clit.
“More?” I ask.
“More,” he says. “Oh god, yes, moremoremore.” It’s nonsense, the things coming from his mouth, but I know exactly how he feels. I don’t have words and I don’t have noises. I just have this pitch of pleasure, this vowelled breath that means something beyond language.
His cock is hardening again in my hand, a heavy pulsing beautiful thing that I can’t let go of, even as I’m fucking him, watching myself enter and leave him, watching his muscles tighten and release with every moan of pleasure.
“Oh fuckfuckfuck,” he saying, his teeth gritting so hard the words come out mashed and ground into nothings.
My orgasm is flitting around my clit, zapping little warnings of pleasure at me, and I try to hold it off, to keep focused on Joseph long enough for him to come. He’s so close. His cock is pumping into my fist. His whole body is pushing back with each stroke, riding me as hard and deep as he can.
When he comes, it’s with a shuddered cry of my name, his orgasm forcing his back into a tight arch, shoving so hard against my clit I see splinters of light. I come right after him, an orgasm brought on by the vision of watching myself fucking him until he comes, as much as by my own body’s pleasure. It’s light-headed heat and the scent of our mingled sex and a pleasure that seems to slip directly from him into me. That moment when there are no words. Breath and fuck and my heart a hundred times too fast.
After a moment, I slide from him slowly and drop on the bed next to him. Joseph gives a shy laugh of pleasure and rolls on his side to face me. We’re both breathing hard, wearing huge grins. I love this feeling, as giddy as he is, both of our cocks glistening and spent.
“Good?” I ask. There’s a lot more I want to say, but I haven’t caught my breath yet, and all I really want to do is lie here next to him, feeling his heart beat under my palm.
“Mmm…god, so good.” He touches me face, draws his fingers along my jaw. “You?”
