Slowly, she complied. If she hadn’t been on an endorphin high from the spanking, she’d have been embarrassed about putting herself on display like this. But right now she didn’t care about anything but getting his cock inside her.
“Breathe out as I push in. Good girl.”
Her ass burned, the muscles stretching as he pushed his way inside her. He paused. “Tilly? You doing okay?”
“Good. It feels a bit weird.”
Dylan laughed. “It will feel better soon. Just stay relaxed for me. I’m not that much bigger than the largest plug you’ve been taking.” Dylan had made only one stop on their way to this hotel and that was at an adult store so he could buy some larger plugs.
“You ever taken a cock up your ass?” she asked.
He paused again. “No.”
“Then trust me when I say that while you may only be a little bigger, it makes a huge difference,” she told him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, lovingly running his hand over her back.
“No,” she said. “It’s getting better. It was just a bit of a shock.”
“You tell me if it gets too much,” he commanded then reached around with his good arm and lightly pinched her clit between two of his fingers.
“Ohh,” she said.
“Better?”
“Uh-huh,” she said dreamily.
Dylan resumed his slow push inside her, playing with her clit at the same time. When he was fully inside they both let out a long breath. He pulled back then drove forward. Her whole body tightened as a deep need unfurled inside her. Dylan brushed her clit lightly with his fingers, moving faster and faster.
“Oh, oh,” she said. “Please, can I come?” The need for release was growing in urgency, a tight ball in the bottom of her stomach that was waiting to explode.
“Come whenever you like,” Dylan told her, his voice strained. “I won’t be far behind.”
Nerve endings she’d never known existed sprung to life as he continued to drive himself back and forward. She breathed in deep, trying to slow the inevitable surge towards her peak, but she finally lost the battle, yelling aloud as she came so hard that she almost blacked out.
Dylan let out his own yell of release as he came soon after, pushing himself deep inside her. He collapsed beside her, breathing deeply.
“I can’t move,” Tilly groaned. “My limbs are like jelly.”
He reached over and hauled her up against him. She snuggled in.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” she said.
“Might get a bit cramped once we have kids. I suppose we could knock through to another room.”
She hit his chest. Then his words sunk in. She leaned up on one elbow so she could look down at him. “You want kids?”
“Yeah, do you?”
“I do. I’d love two or three.”
“Well, I was thinking along the lines of six, but I guess I can compromise,” he said with a grin.
Tilly shook her head. “I grew up in a family of five, remember? It can get crazy. I figure two or three would be a nice number. That way all of the kids can get an equal share of our attention.”
“Didn’t you get much attention, Tilly?” he asked.
“Don’t be silly, of course I did. I had a very good childhood. My dad is a wonderful man. It can’t have been easy for him, raising five kids on his own.”