I nod, and the collar pulls that little bit tighter. Fuck. Fuck, I really want him. I feel like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t push into me soon. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me there.”
With what could almost be mistaken to be an amused laugh, Zeth slides both of his hands between our bodies. In his left, he takes hold of his cock, and starts sliding his hand up and down it very slowly, squeezing tightly. With his other hand, he reaches beneath me, lighting stroking his fingers through my pussy. He doesn’t linger there long, though. He reaches back even farther, and then he’s gently rubbing me in a place I never thought I would specifically ask to be shown some attention.
It feels…it feels amazing. I find myself moving again, tilting my pelvis so that Zeth has better access, but also so I can push back against him. I want more. I want him to go farther. It doesn’t seem like I’m being too subtle about this, because Zeth carefully increases the pressure, until the finger he’s using is partially inside me. It’s a shocking sensation, but after the initial sting of pain wears off, it sends a rush of burning heat around my body.
“Oh—oh my fucking—” I can’t speak. I can’t get my words out. Zeth hisses, as though my reaction is more than he was expecting. And he likes it. He slowly begins to press the tip of his cock against my pussy again, but this time he moves past my clit and he angles himself all the way back so that he almost slides inside me. Back and forth, he repeats this, all he while working his finger a little deeper into my ass. It’s all…I can’t…my brain can’t seem to cope with the multitude of sensations. My head starts to spin so badly that I think I might pass out.
“What do I want now, Sloane?” he asks, his voice so low and hoarse and full of need that I feel like screaming. This is turning him on as much as it is me; I can read it in every line of him. In the fierce glint in his eye, as he watches me intensely, falling apart in his hands.
“You want to be inside me,” I tell him. “You want to be inside me so bad. You’re gonna come all over my pussy if you don’t sink yourself in deep right now.”
“Motherfucker,” Zeth hisses. “I wasn’t until you said that.” He guides himself back, so that the very tip of his cock is entering me again. “Are you ready, Sloane? Do you need me?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
He doesn’t hold back after that. He immediately starts to push up into me, but I lift myself off him, stopping him in his tracks. “No.” I shake my head. “Not there, Zeth. You don’t want to be there. You want to be where your finger is.”
Even in the dark, I can see the fire intensify in his eyes. His whole body is suddenly vibrating underneath me, but he still says, “You’re sure that’s what I want?” He doesn’t mean that, though. He’s asking me if it’s what I want. He’s never done that before. Not ever.
“Yes, Zeth. It’s what you want. It’s what you really, really want.”
He doesn’t need telling twice. He inserts his hands under my thighs and lifts me, sliding himself forward so that he’s lying a little flatter on the mattress and is slowly, carefully pushing upward. Pain like no other grabs hold of me, but then he’s working his fingers over my clit, teasing me, forcing the pleasure back into my body. The war between the sensations seems to be waged for no more than thirty seconds before the pain and pleasure seem to combine. I begin to push back against him. I can barely breathe; my body feels like the end of a live wire, ready to spark and burst into flames as soon it’s touched.
Zeth slides a little flatter onto his back, bridging his legs. Strong hands press against the flat of my stomach, and he guides me back so that I’m leaning against his thighs. My bound hands are in the perfect place to stroke over those thighs; tensed and powerful, they feel amazing to my touch. In this position, Zeth has better leverage to thrust into me, but he doesn’t. He lies completely still, watching me, letting me move as fast as I like, which means I’m in total control. Even knowing that makes me braver; I use my hamstrings to lift myself, and then I set in a rhythm, working up and down. It hurts, but it’s the most intensely enjoyable pain I’ve ever experienced.
Zeth rumbles deep in his chest, his fingers digging into my skin everywhere—my breasts, my hips, my back, my thighs. He doesn’t seem to know where he wants to touch me more. It feels like he wants to pull me in every single direction and crush me to him all at the same time. I really begin to lose it when he pinches my clit. I buck against him, gasping, and it sets of a chain reaction of sensation—a rapidly rising burst of pleasure, emanating from deep within the very core of me.