“Good,” he whispers in my ear. “Relax, babe. That’s it. Does it feel good?”
I sink against the mattress, head soon meeting the pillow, which I mangle with my curling fingers. Yes. Should I tell him that it feels good? Might go to his two heads if I admit that. Because it doesn’t feel good due to the sensation itself, although I’m certainly relaxed and lubed up enough to take him with little discomfort. Sweet, merciful…
“You tell me.” My arms encircle my pillow. “You’re the one with his dick in the tightest spot in my body.”
His purr culminates in an enthralling grin that intoxicates me the moment it hits my brain. “I sure am. I’m gonna fuck it. Now.”
This is one of those things you have to take. When the hottest man you know has your favorite cock making love to your ass, you lie and take it. Because the position demands it. Because you’re dying to surrender every second of your self-control over to him. Because, even though you know it shouldn’t, it does feel good.
I get off from the veins showing in his hands as he braces against the bed and powers his strength through his muscular limbs. Ian is not the buffest boy you’ve seen hanging out at the gym, but he plays enough sports to keep him toned and fit. The man is in his damn prime, and I’m the one reaping the benefits every time he surges forward, stamina unwavering and breath carefully controlled. I have no idea if it’s my body tightening around his cock or his cock swelling with the need to come, but I do know how this is going to end.
I just don’t know when.
“This is your reward, you know.” Save me from this tone in his voice, because I can’t take it! “For being the best woman a man could ask to have.”
He tongues my ear, my head falling to the side as my eyes clamp closed and my mouth emits these tiny squeaks I can’t contain. A light spank hits my ass, forcing it to squeeze his cock even tighter. He’s all the way in now, his gentle thrusts increasing in speed, power, opening me up to him as my body draws him forward.
“What kind of woman?”
I love it when he props me up. Emotionally. Logically. Hell, professionally. What woman doesn’t want her man talking about how great she is – and why she’s great? Even if he’s balls deep in your ass and getting ready to pound you until he comes in it?
He tells me exactly what I want to hear. “The woman I’m going to keep making mine over and over again until we’re not in this world anymore. I’m not ever going to let you forget that you belong to me.”
It’s a reflex, I swear. My body clinging to him is a total reflex and not an intentional reply that says, “You also belong to me, in case you missed it.”
“Ready?”
I grin against my pillow. “Born ready for a man like you.”
He slams forward, fucking me with the full brunt of his body.
I could only enjoy this with a man I completely, utterly trusted with my heart and body. The way his hand holds down the small of my back and his hips thrust against my thighs makes me want to cry out in my undying approval. Ian gets me. He needs me, like I need him. He loves me so much he’s willing to make concession after concession in our relationship. Me? I know I’m a wreck, that I’ve been tainted by bad experiences and the shitty stories I’ve heard in both aspects of my life. This side of myself? The “Katie” my boyfriend has thus named in our time together? He’s the only one in the world who gets to see it. I know he’s not going to mock me, sell me out, or leave me because he thinks my ethics are silly or because he only sees me as a hot body to fuck. In return, I know I’m the only one who gets to hear that groan growing from his chest as he’s about to come. He’s admitted he didn’t make that sound until we hooked up.
That kind of knowledge does things to a woman. Like make her beg to have her ass fucked.
“Come for me,” I whimper into the palm of his hand. That’s all I say, and it reflects my honest desires. I want to feel him come inside me. Want him to have me however he wants, to put his mark all over me, to show the whole world that even if we don’t have a piece of paper that we’ll always have each other – and only each other.
“I will if you will.” His other hand reaches between my legs and quickly finds my clit. “You first.”
I know, I know. It’s better if he comes while I’m coming and killing him in the process. The game’s the same every time.
You’re insane if you think it takes more than a few seconds of this before my body’s shuddering in orgasm, the rest of me reacting before my brain fully comprehends what I’m doing. My pussy vainly attempts to find some part of my boyfriend to fuck while the rest of me begs for this release to stay as long as possible. I’m barely two seconds into this mess before Ian follows me, his cock filling me in more ways than one as he slams against my body and groans in my ear.