And he does.
Only with his thumb though.
Only the tip, and the pressure is so immense down there, the stretch is so epic that it can only be pleasurable.
It only serves to make me all horny and whore-y.
So much so that I press my ass against him, against his invading thumb.
“Ah, I see you like that,” he rumbles, his words vibrating his chest and in turn vibrating and caressing my spine.
I swallow, tucking my face under his chin. “Yes.”
He kisses my forehead all sweetly as his thumb gains another inch of entry, causing me to whimper. “Yeah, you do. Because you’re my whore, aren’t you?”
I jerk out a nod. “Y-yes.”
“But I have to warn you, Poe. Despite how eager you are, how you’re humping my thumb and how your cunt is dripping for it, it’s still going to hurt. It’s still going to hurt like a mother.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, rubbing my nose in his throat, feeling my juices running down my thighs. “Because it’s you.”
His chest shudders again, an angsty puff of breath escaping his mouth. “Yeah, it’s me, isn’t it? And it’s the least you can do, Poe, after everything that you’ve done, don’t you think? Don’t you fucking think that the least you can do is let me fuck your cherry pie asshole after you’ve fucked with my brain? That the least you can do is let me ruin it, like you’ve ruined my fucking life. Wreck it like you’ve wrecked me, my discipline and my control and all my goddamn plans.”
His voice is guttural and tortured and everything inside of me is aching for him.
Everything inside of me is stretched tight and taut and I open my eyes to look at him. To explain things. To tell him that this doesn’t have to be such a bad thing. That he shouldn’t sound so broken up about it.
That it’s okay.
It’s okay if he’s consumed by me because I’m consumed by him as well.
I’m surrounded by him as well.
I’m overwhelmed and drowning and suffocating and dying for him.
And it’s such a glorious feeling, this death.
It’s a feeling that I’ve never felt before.
It’s a feeling that’s so hot and intense that it feels like fire. And future.
Our future.
It feels like…
My brain tries to reach for a word and I know I’m so close to it, so close to figuring that word out, but I get distracted when his thumb gains another inch of entry and my lower body twists and jerks.
And he whispers, his face dipped and his mouth open on the side of my neck, “It’s the least you can fucking do, baby, when you’ve turned me into this. This desperate and hurting man who doesn’t know up from down. Who doesn’t know what’s right and what’s wrong and what he should and shouldn’t do. This desperate and hurting man who wants to grant you your every wish, fulfill your every little whim. Who wants to fuck you in his bed and put you to sleep every night. Who wants to bathe you with his hands and clothe you in his t-shirts. A man who wants to kiss your feet and lick your body like he’s your daddy.”
I jerk so hard at this, so fucking hard that I think I come.
No, I know that I’ve come.
I’ve come from his thumb in my asshole and his filthy erotic words in my ear.
And I think he has too because he jerks as well. He twists and breathes like a hurtling train as well as he says in his roughest and most tortured voice ever, “I am that, aren’t I? I’m that man for you. You’ve turned me into that man. You’ve made me into your daddy, Poe, with your cute smiles and loud laughs and your doe eyes.”
Oh God. Oh God.
Oh my fucking God.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t deal with this.
I need him right now. I need him right fucking now.
Even though I’ve just come.
“Alaric, please. I need…” I whine and hiccup, my head rolling back and forth again.
“I know. And your wish is my command, isn’t it?”
And those are the last words spoken between us.
Those are the last precious words that float and thicken around us, turning the air all lusty and drenched. All foggy and somehow ours. Safe and cozy.
As he first kisses my mouth, eats at it like it belongs to him.
Before pushing me down on the bed, forcing me to stay on all fours as he goes down on his knees and kisses my pussy from behind. And as always, he kisses like he eats pussy or he eats pussy like he kisses, and with his mouth on my core, I come again, jerking and twisting.
But this is only the beginning, isn’t it?
We have a long way to go.
In my drugged and high state, I notice him move around. I feel him lowering his pants and slipping the condom on. I want to tell him that he shouldn’t. I want to feel his bare skin inside my body. I want to feel every ridge and that thick vein of his dick but I don’t have the energy.