Atone (The Disciples 2)

“Relax, Beautiful.” My index finger slowly goes into her ass.

“David,” she whimpers again.

I lick her ear as I whisper, “You trust me?”

Her breathing is harsh, but so is mine, the smell of our excitement as thick as the pungent smell of flowers outside.

“I… holy shit… I do.” She pulls her head back so I can see into her soul. “I love you.”

Slowly, I move one finger in and out of her tight, hot hole. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say into her mouth as I steal her breath from her open lips.

“Talk to me,” I groan. I’m so sensitive right now, I’m ready to spill myself and I haven’t even fucked it yet.

“Yes… it feels…”

“Stay still and don’t move. I’m going to make you see stars.” She’s whimpering and I move my other hand from her neck down to her pussy and start to fuck both holes. She’s so slick, so aroused.

“Jesus,” I say as her ass and her cunt convulse, clamping down on both my fingers.

She’s quivering as I push her down on the mattress again. This time, I pull my finger out and replace it with my lubed-up cock as I gradually push in.

A sound escapes her, almost like she’s a different creature. “I… I think I’m going to come again,” she sobs as I push in a bit more.

“Fuck, you’re tight. So tight and hot. Christ, Beautiful, you have no idea.” I close my eyes as the pleasure of her hot ass wrapped around my hard cock makes me lean my head back. I go a little farther, and then I’m in that barrier, opening her up as I slide in.

“David,” she screams. And I hold still and let her adjust. “Oh my God…” She turns her head; a strand of her hair sticks to her cheek.

“Breathe, Beautiful. Lean into me.”

She does and I move in a little more as she tightens up.

“I’m almost there. Breathe and relax—you feel so good.” She takes a breath and I pull back a little and gently thrust again. “I need you… You have no idea.” The pleasure is so intense, I can barely make my words come out. All I want to do is freeze time and never have to come out of this ecstasy. “You feel alive now?”

She’s panting. “I feel… it’s so different, but I think I love it, David.”

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re mine. This ass is mine.” I’m not all the way in, and I’m not going to pound into her tonight. I’m in enough.

“So hot, I love it.” I move a little faster as she grabs more tightly to the sheet, panting.

“David, I don’t… I’m so sensitive.” She moans loudly.

“Touch your cunt, baby. Rub that juicy nub and come. I can feel you’re close.” She turns her head to the other side and moves one hand to her pussy as I control my thrusts.

“Oh God.” Her sounds of surprise make me smile. I’m breathing through my nose, trying not to fucking jet off in her ass.

“Yes,” she whimpers, and that’s all she needs as she jerks and her ass squeezes my cock so hard I let go and release what feels like ten years of anguish. I’m floating as I leisurely pull out. In an instant, her hole contracts and I drop next to her. She turns to her side to look at me, her eyes wide and shiny with tears. “That was…”

I reach for her neck. “I love you. You need to know that whatever happens, I love you.” I grab her hand and place it on my heart. “I always have. I call you my light because without it my heart will cease to beat.”

She nods as a tear slides down her chin and onto my elbow. “I love when you speak like a poet.” She smiles.

I’ve never felt like this with anyone. This moment is pure, and no one can take it from me. She has given me everything. The chances of us making it and having a normal relationship are slim, but that’s for later.

I trace her shoulder. “Thank you.”

Her eyes lock on mine. “For what? Letting you in my ass?” She whispers ass.

I can’t help but grin. “That, yes, but the thank you is for loving me, for having faith in me. Because God knows I don’t.”

“I knew you were the one years ago.” She smiles back.

“Let’s go soak in the shower. I wish you had a tub. Are you sore?”

“Kind of, but not like I thought.”

I lean over and kiss her, then pull her up and into the bathroom.

After we’re clean and I’ve paid the pizza guy, I walk back to her bedroom and see an open bottle of wine. And for the first time in years, I have to make myself walk past it. I want it, want to guzzle it. Sweat attacks my body and I feel as though I’m going down. I set the pizza on the counter. Charlie is in bed, laughing at the TV.