They sat for a few minutes before Tim reached for her glass, setting it and his on the table behind him. Settling down so that he was half sitting, half lying against the couch, he pulled her to lie with him, nestling her head against his shoulder. Taking a deep breath and breathing in the scent of her hair, he held her closer.
“This is nice,” he murmured, soothing her with his hands.
Tasha nodded, agreeing. It was nice to be able to just relax and not worry about anything. She was safe and protected. Nothing and no one could hurt her in this time and place.
They lay like that for several minutes, watching and listening to the fire, in their own world.
Tasha looked up at Tim and smiled. “It seems like you are always rescuing me. Thank you.”
“I like rescuing you.” He pulled her to lie more fully across him and, threading a hand through her golden-brown hair, pulled her mouth to his. Deepening the kiss, he slowly explored her mouth, mating his tongue with hers, stopping to softly nibble on her lips. He gradually moved them until t
hey were lying on the floor and rolled them to their sides, lifting her blouse slowly up her back.
Still exploring her mouth, he ran his hands slowly over the skin of her bare back. Deftly unfastening the back clasp of her bra, he lifted it away from her breasts and gently palmed the pale globes of flesh.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, leaning down to taste. Barely touching her nipple with the tip of his tongue, he moved back and forth between the two mounds, gradually touching more of her flesh each time, until he was taking each nipple between his teeth and gently tugging on them.
Tasha writhed and moaned, wanting more but not wanting what was happening to stop. It felt so good to have him worship her breasts, the gentle bites and tugging driving her further and further toward the peak of her arousal.
With tiny nips and bites, he worked his way down to the apex of her thighs, removing her pants and panties as he went, pulling them down her body and encouraging her to lift her hips for him. Once he had her clothing removed, he rolled her onto her back and caged himself over her, raising up on his hands and knees to look down into her face.
Taking her mouth again, he worked his way down her body. He had to taste her essence. Lifting her legs, he placed the heels of her feet close to her hips and pressed her knees back toward her chest, lifting her bottom to expose her little round hole.
Taking one finger, he traced her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked his finger. When it was wet, he pulled it out and drew it slowly down her body to her spread thighs, tracing her folds there. Still using just one finger, he moved it through her sex, gathering the cream there and pulling it to her small opening.
Watching her face, he rimmed the area with the one finger, slowly applying more pressure. They had been working with plugs for a few days, and tonight he was going to take her.
Standing up, he lifted her and carried her back to his bedroom. Laying her on the bed, then he went to the closet and got the bolster he kept there. It was firm enough to support her, but the soft material would not hurt her skin. Carrying it back to the bed, he placed it and a couple pillows under her back Then he lifted her bottom so that it was at the correct angle for him.
“Are you ready, baby? Do you know what I want to do?” he asked as he stripped off his clothes, grabbing the lube and a couple condoms. Watching her face, he took her mouth again and against her lips told her, “Baby, I’ll make it good for you. All you need to do is relax and enjoy the ride.”
Slipping down her body, he kissed and licked his way to her slit. He was going to get her drifting before he took her. The bite of pain from the stretching tissues would be just what she needed to send her soaring.
Licking and sucking her clit until he could tell by the noises she was making that she was close, he grabbed both of her hands, pulling them over her head, and fitted himself to her small round hole. Slowly he pushed his way in.
“Oh, oh, oh, it burns, I…I don’t know if I can do this,” Tasha moaned.
“Shh, baby, just relax,” he whispered and pushed a little farther in, stretching her more.
“Oh God, I…” Tasha couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel.
He pushed in slowly in until he got the head of his cock just past the rings of muscle there. He stopped and let her get used to the feeling. Even though they had been using plugs, he was bigger than anything they had used, and he could tell she was struggling. If she didn’t relax soon, he would have to stop until he could stretch her more.
Holding still was torture for Tim, but he knew that if he moved too soon, it would be worse for Tasha. Her body needed to acclimate to the new feelings and new sensations she was experiencing. Tissues needed to be stretched, and she had to relax.
Fingering her clit with featherlight strokes, he slowly watched her expression change and the tightness relax from her face. After giving her a few more seconds, he slowly pushed in another inch or so. “Better, baby?”
She nodded and arched her body a small amount, taking more of him inside her.
“Slowly, baby, slowly, we have to give your body a chance to get used to this. Just go easy.” He spoke calmly even though he was anything but. His body clamored to just shove himself inside her and be done with it, but he knew that could do severe damage to her, and there was no way that was happening.
Fighting his urges, he slowly pushed himself in, watching her face, until he was as deep as he could go. Resting a minute, he slowly backed out and pressed forward again. Slowly in and out, he worked until he had established the rhythm he needed to achieve satisfaction.
Still fingering her clit, but now with more pressure, he brought them both what they needed. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting. Lying there, he let his weight rest on her for a moment, knowing that was what she needed.
Tasha couldn’t believe what had happened. If you would have asked her if she liked anal sex, she would have slapped first and then ran. No way she would have agreed to anything like what had happened. But it was amazing, the feelings, the sensations, all of it. Tim made things wonderful. He made her feel special. He knew exactly what she needed when she needed it. Having him rest on top of her was just what she wanted. She needed the feeling of closeness and body contact.
After lying on her for a couple long minutes, Tim rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Grabbing the quilt, he pulled it over them, enjoying the feeling of her head on his shoulder and her body on his. He needed the feeling of her on him as much as she needed him on her. He should get up and clean them up, but it would wait. Right now they both needed the closeness more.