Literally anything.
Thank goodness I trusted him not to actually do something I would not like after the fact. He loved me. He had nearly died for me. I was in good hands.
“Nice and pink,” he breathed, still spanking my bottom. But now he was alternating cheeks. The sensations were more concentrated that way. Then he growled, “Spread your legs.”
When I did, he started to spank me there.
I nearly came from that. I was in absolute shock at my body’s response to the light slaps on my most sensitive spot. But he pulled his hand away. I was close to begging him to put it back.
Even though my pride balked at the thought of begging anyone for anything. Ever. I was very close to making an exception.
“Hmm . . . nice.” He chuckled. “But not yet, sweetheart.” He took a moment to rub his thumb over my slick lips, pressing it just inside. I whimpered and rocked my hips against his hands. He chuckled knowingly again. “Uh-uh. Lie on your stomach. Now.”
I did as he asked, moving quickly, desperate for a continuation of what he had been doing.
“Lift your hips.”
I obediently lifted my hips as he slid a pillow underneath my lower belly.
“Lower them and spread your legs,” he said, sounding distracted. I could tell he was utterly focused on what he was doing. Or about to do.
Thankfully, I was too turned on to be nervous anymore. All of this was new to me but oh, so exciting. I could not wait to see, or rather to feel, what he did next.
I felt him wedge his massive shoulders between my thighs, pushing them even further apart. The cool air hit my wet pussy, and I gasped. I was shivering and aching for him. And he hadn’t even started yet.
I felt him grip my cheeks and spread them. And then I felt it for the first time. It as shockingly intimate. It felt wrong, but also very, very right. I gripped a pillow as his tongue explored that part of me that no man had ever touched. I moaned, shocked at how good it felt. He grunted in answer and started to kiss me more vigorously, pressing his tongue firmly against me until it slipped inside.
Oh. My. God.
In no time at all, I was rocking my hips as he fucked me with his lips, tongue, and mouth. I felt excessively needy between my thighs, though. It was almost cruel to give so much attention to another sensitive area when the part of me that truly ached for his touch was left empty and unsatisfied. As if he knew that, he moved one hand to toy with my folds, just barely touching them. It only made the urgency inside me grow.
I wanted him to fuck me. Now. I wanted him to fuck me hard.
Instead, he pulled his hand away from my pussy and pressed a finger into my ass. I was already slippery from his tongue. I was surprised when he slipped inside me so easily. He pulled his finger out and tongued me again for a while before pressing two fingers inside me. He slowly pushed and pulled them in and out of my body, using them to widen my entrance, to stretch me, to prepare me.
This is happening. Vincent is going to put his huge cock inside me. There. And I want him to.
Jesus, did I want him to.
“Vincent . . .”
“Hush. I’m almost done,” he scolded. Then he bit my cheek, making me squeal. “I want inside. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. I’m ready,” I said softly, feeling shockingly submissive. I was utterly willing and eager to do whatever he wanted. Literally anything he wanted.
I wanted him to do everything to me. Every trick. Every position. Every different way of making love. Hard, fast, slow, or gentle. I wanted him in every single way possible.
“Hmm . . . all right. It’s time,” he said in a satisfied tone as I felt him position himself behind me. I heard him push down his pajama bottoms. He rubbed his cock all over my aching pussy, and I moaned incoherently. But he didn’t push inside me. It was just a cruel tease. He was using my juices to lubricate me.
I groaned in frustration. I wanted him inside me desperately. He said nothing, but I could heard his ragged breathing. I felt him position the tip of his member against my rosebud. He pressed forward slowly, making a sound of pure male pleasure as my body opened just enough to let him inside. He was barely in and yet I felt filled in a way I had never experienced or imagined. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
“Relax for me,” he commanded. “That’s a good girl,” he praised as he slid forward another inch.
I whimpered, feeling utterly helpless and utterly turned on. I had no words to describe what he was doing to me. I had no words to ask for what I wanted.