He grabs a pillow and urges me to lift my hips so he can slide it beneath me. I’ve done enough anal to know the drill, but never with someone of his size. As he kneels behind me, nerves flutter to life. “You’re not going to fit,” I mutter.
“Give me a chance to prove you wrong.”
I don’t hesitate. “Do it.”
He takes his time spreading lube over my ass. Again, I get the feeling that he’s imprinting this moment in his mind and making it last as long as possible. I close my eyes and release a long exhale. I trust him. It’s as simple and complicated as that. He’s proven time and time again that my trust is founded, and this act won’t alter that.
Finally, Jonas shifts and then his cock is there, pressing slowly into me. I tense, but make myself relax. He still feels too big, too overwhelming, but I can’t deny that it’s not exactly unpleasant. He stops with just the head of his cock inside me. “Baby girl?”
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I whisper. “I can take it.”
He gives a rough laugh that sounds a little choked. “I know you can.” He goes back to easing into me, never giving me a moment to rest but also not rushing me. It seems to take forever, his length endless. But finally, finally his hips meet my ass and he exhales. “There you go.” Jonas braces his forearms on either side of me and pulls my hair off my neck. “You’re doing great.” He kisses me there, his movements shaking just as much as my body is. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
I shift a little, testing the feel of him. It’s overwhelming. Truly overwhelming. But, in this moment, I want nothing more than to be overwhelmed by Jonas.
I half expect him to start fucking my ass, but instead he snakes a hand between me and the mattress to cup my pussy. Jonas keeps kissing my neck, finding the spot that has my toes involuntarily curling, as he starts the lightest friction of his fingers against my clit. I’m so over-sensitized, anything more than this would be too much. Of course he knows that. Of course he adapts and ensures that I’m getting as much pleasure out of this experience as he is.
It doesn’t take long before I’m shifting against his fingers. The small movements mean I’m working his cock in and out of my ass, just a little, and he curses against my skin. “That’s right. Ride my hand. Take what you need.”
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. My exhale sounds like a sob as I mindlessly rub my pussy against his hand, seeking the orgasm building deep inside me. I don’t even realize he’s moving with me as first, short little strokes that make the most of my rolling hips. Careful. Jonas is being so fucking careful with me.
I grip the sheets. “More.”
He hesitates. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He does as I ask, pulling nearly all the way out of me and thrusting back in. The almost uncomfortable full feeling only accents the pleasure of his fingers. I’m so close. So fucking close. “More, Daddy.”
This time, he takes me at my word. Jonas picks up his pace. He’s still not being overly rough, but the faster slide of his cock in my ass has me moaning. I want this moment to last forever.
Nothing lasts forever, though.
I orgasm hard, screaming into the mattress. Jonas curses and then he’s picking up his pace. Still careful, but he’s fully fucking me now, driving into me with a borderline frenzy. He pulls out and then hot come lashes my back.
I start to laugh. “Oh my god.”
He’s panting as he presses a kiss to my temple. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I stretch slowly. I’m a little sore, but I cherish that ache. Something to remember this by. “More than okay.”
“Then let’s get us in the shower.” He pulls me to my feet and tows me into the bathroom. I have every intention of taking advantage of him under the streaming water, but my body has other ideas. I end up leaning against Jonas as he washes me tenderly. My eyes simply refused to stay open.
After the shower, we land back in Jonas’s bed, and he tucks the covers in tight around us as he spoons me. I want to stay awake. I do. But sleep takes me all the same. At least for a little while.
I open my eyes to the sound of birds chirping and the glaring absence of the rain. This is it. The weekend is over. Behind me, Jonas stirs, and we have lazy morning sex, him thrusting into me from behind while he plays with my clit. When we finish, we both lay there in silence.
As much as I don’t want to be the one to break it and end things, I can’t keep my words to myself. “Thank you for this weekend. It was…”