Sleepless Night

"You'll take what I give you, Alexandra."

A stinging heat returned to my bottom and it only added to the jangly sensations brought on by Ian's thumb as it continued to circle, to rim my back door, stretch it wider and wider before pushing inward. Barely.

The feel of my ass stretching, spreading for his thumb was uncomfortable, not painful, yet I still tried to relax and pushed my hips back even more.

"Alexandra," he warned, right before he spanked me again. "If a spanking is what you want, I'll give you another, but later. Dinna distract me."

He didn't relent on his task. I craved the burn, the pressure his motions created. It brought about completely different sensations of pleasure, ones I'd never experienced before. It was one thing to use that dildo on myself, but Ian's thumb was different. He was doing it because he wanted to, touching me in the way he wanted. I had no idea how erotic this would be.

His thumb was gone for the briefest of moments before I felt it return, pressing against my worked opening. It wasn't his thumb though, but the dildo.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as he slowly started to work the dildo over my hole, up and down, teasing me. My breath came out in short little pants. He paused, met my gaze.

"You want it, don't you?" He would have stopped if I'd told him so, but I wouldn't. Couldn't.

"Please," I begged. He knew what he was doing, taunting me. He was very good at it. Slowly he pressed the toy against my hole, then pulled back. He pushed once again, this time a little further.

"Breathe, lass."

I exhaled as I felt my ass stretch, widen around the slippery tip of the toy. It felt… open. Tight. Full. But not full enough. I needed more. Deeper. Filling me completely. God, what had the other Lexy done to herself with that dildo?

Once again I pushed my hips back, but Ian didn't spank me this time. He must have been as into it as I was, for he met my backward thrust with the toy, sliding it in deep.

"Oh!" I cried. It was such an intense feeling, but the lube really helped the toy slide in easily. The fullness, the nerve endings in my ass were so different than in my pussy, but just as incredible. Goose bumps spread across my heated flesh. My fingers curled into the soft plaid.

I could feel Ian's fingers against my pussy as it held the toy in place. I moved my hips pulling the toy almost completely from my ass, then back in again, riding it. Fucking it. Even though the need built even more, driving me toward the brink, my fingers tingling, my breath ragged, it wasn't enough. I wanted Ian. I wanted his cock. Not his thumb. Not a toy. Ian.

"Please, fuck me," I practically cried, my need so great. "There."

Ian gently pulled the toy free, tossed it on the bed. I felt something even bigger, wider touch my slippery entrance. Ian's cock. "Yes!" I cried.

"Ye're mine, Alexandra. I'll share ye wi' no other." He pressed his cock against my virgin ass. Once again I felt the stretching, the pushing as he tried to gain entrance. He was gentle, yet demanding, for he knew my body had been well prepared and he was very, very slick. I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed, pushing back. All at once, the ring of muscle that kept him from gaining entrance gave way and his flared head breached me.

I couldn't help the deep groan that escaped at the indescribable feeling. Unlike the dildo, his cock was warm and it pulsed with life. He moved in and out ever so carefully, further and further into me. It took some time, but Ian sank deep, all the way until I felt his balls slap against my clit.

I cried out and arched my neck, my back curving. I'd never felt so full, experienced something so deep inside. The feelings were so intense, so unusually pleasurable, I was on the brink of coming. With a firm grip on my hip, Ian started to move within me. He pulled back. Went deep.

Over and over he moved until the friction was too great. I writhed with uncontrolled passion, lost on the very edge of a hard come. He must have sensed a change in my need because he reached around and touched my clit, which was swollen and slippery wet. Between his fingers circling my swollen nub and the motions of his cock, my orgasm exploded about me like Fourth of July fireworks. I couldn't help but scream, pushing back against Ian's hard hips and thighs. I didn't care if the entire clan was outside the door waiting to hear my orgasm. Surely that wasn't the case, for Ian would have seen to our privacy. Ensured it.

I wanted to feel like this forever, the rolling waves of pleasure, the colors dancing behind my eyelids, the toe tingling feelings of amazement. Fulfillment and completion overwhelmed me. I felt Ian's fingers squeeze my hips, holding me in place. He gave a final, deep thrust and groaned his own pleasure. Ian slumped down over my back, his arms bracketing my body. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck; it mimicked my own.

Slowly, carefully Ian pulled himself free, then pulled the pillow from beneath me, and tossed it onto the floor. I felt cum dribbling from my ass. I was spent, well fucked. Used. Taken and claimed. In the best way. When I had my strength back, I'd love to do it again. And again.

Ian collapsed onto the bed and pulled me into his side, spooning close. His skin was slick with sweat and so very warm, the hair on his chest tickling my back. I could feel his tired cock against my used backside.

"I guess a good ass fuck is what will tire your cock," I said, looking at the candles burning on a table beside the bed.

He groaned against my neck, then I felt his smile. "Ach, aye."

One arm was thrown over my side, a large hand comfortably cupping my breast. His thumb stroked absently over the sensitized nipple.

The scent of our lovemaking clung to us, heavy and very thick, Ian's cum on my ass, pussy, down my thighs. We were sticky and sweaty and I loved it. Everything was… perfect.

"Tis to be a long night, wife." Ian kissed my ear, gently, tenderly. "This is the first time I've held you like this." He was quiet for a minute. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, Alexandra." A deep sigh fanned my neck. "I could lay with ye like this forever."

A tear slid down my cheek. I really hoped so. The night would be over sooner than I wanted. My time with Ian would be done. I'd be back to the twenty-first century, to my real life without the man who loved me. This had been my fantasy night, the most amazing birthday present. It was as if I'd made a wish, blown out the birthday candles and had it come true. Ian's hand kneaded my breast, brushing again over my nipple.

My body was spent, worn out. Sore. I ached in places I never had before and I felt like putty, soft and pliant. Relaxed. Sated. My mind, fighting to stay awake, was equally sated. I now knew it was possible to have a connection, a night of wild and crazy sex while sharing close intimacy with someone. With my eternal mate. I didn't want to sleep. Couldn't, because then I'd be returned to my life.