I have to control my reaction to sheathing myself inside of her. She can’t see how much I need her. She, however, can show me how much she needs me all she wants. I encourage it. So when she whines, groans, and hardens beneath my sucking lips, I know I’m doing it right. She’s doing it right, too. Or so those tightening kegels tell me as I thrust my cock in as far as it can go.
For fuck’s sake, if I tilt her ass up, I can get deeper. She makes it so easy.
“Yes…” she whispers, as I begin to rock inside of her. Heat envelopes me. Her tightening cunt teases me until I can barely stand it. I’ve been in Kathryn for five seconds and she already feels like she’s about to come. “Damnit, I missed you too.”
My mouth roams from her nipple to her lips. “So much that I get whatever I want, right?”
She giggles. “Any part of me you want.”
She has to know what I’m thinking. Gives me hope that maybe we’re on the same page.
First, I’m going to bring myself to the edge. Fuck her until I’m overwhelmed with the need to come. Then I’m going to pull out and use every bit of my willpower to wait out the sensation and start over again. Because I’ve got other places I want to fuck before my first orgasm kills me.
Kathryn’s not going to make it easy. She comes, even though I’ve told her not to. Her nails dig into my chest as I fuck her. She grabs the end of the bed to hold herself in place, because I’ve decided to fuck her harder, faster, challenging myself to not come even though her muscles are milking every inch of me in a desperate bid to get my seed. Her cries of orgasm almost finish me off, because what man can stand to hear a hot woman climaxing and not wanna climax alongside her? It’s basic biology. Woman comes, man throws a party and empties his brains and loins into her. Rinse, repeat, grow old happy and well-hung.
No, no, willpower, Ian! Use your fucking willpower to avoid ending this party early! It won’t be the same if you come now and have to start over again. Because Kathryn always makes me come so hard that I’m rarely still hard enough to keep going afterward. Shit. No wonder she comes so easily and so often. I’m jealous.
“Please,” she whimpers at the tail-end of another orgasm. “Come in me. I wanna feel it.”
I stop, digging my cock inside her deepest crevices, fisting hair in my hands and biting her earlobe. “You’d like that? Me coming in you?”
“Yes!”
It’s either now or never. I pull out, my cock gleaming in Kathryn..
I flip her over again and hike her hips up into the air. That same liquid drips down her thighs, her orgasm making her so wet I feel crazy for not immediately shoving my cock back in there and grabbing her bra for leverage.
Instead, I shove my fingers inside her, gathering as much of that slickness as I can while her inner walls contract again.
Even though I’m sure she knows what’s coming, nothing really prepares her for my cock taking her ass.
Chapter 12
KATHRYN
I knew it. Nearly two years together? I’m going to know when I throw a whatever you want bone that my boyfriend is probably going to stick it in my ass.
Which is funny, since neither of us are the biggest fans of anal.
Does that surprise you about him? Because we women are told all sorts of weird stuff about men and their eagerness to stick their dicks in women’s asses. Heaven knows I’ve met my fair share of male partners who acted like it was sent from the divines directly. Don’t get me wrong – my boyfriend has made it clear that he enjoys a backdoor swing every now and again. But he gets it’s not the most pleasurable thing for those of us without prostates and is usually the happiest man in the world when he gets any other hole in my body.
Yet! I knew he was going for my ass long before he lubed us up and slipped his dick against my cheeks. Because it’s a trust exercise more than it’s pain vs. pleasure.
Anal was one of the last things we did together as a couple – and if you’re thinking I’ve never tickled his pucker, you’re not paying attention to the kind of life we live together. It was also unexpectedly good, since I can’t say I’ve ever orgasmed from anal before Ian. Maybe it helps that he knows how to keep talking dirty the way I like. Or he knows the importance of maintaining clitoral stimulation or, even better, doubling up with his fingers or a sex toy in my pussy to keep that party going. He also knows how to tug on my hair enough that my nipples make love to the bed beneath us, sending sparks of absolute wonder through my body. Mostly, it’s probably because he doesn’t jam it in there and make me feel like I’m dying. Not in the fun way, mind.