I wanted to come. I needed to come, but much like the night before, he pulled back when my legs shook and my body got close. He stood up, and then I felt him press the head of his cock between the wet lips of my sex. It felt different as he pushed, more restricted and tighter, but he nudged insistently until he slid in. I could feel the plug moving, and it tickled and ached at the same time as it innervated that other sheath.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he pushed slowly in, and then he pulled all the way out. “That feels so fucking good.” He breathed out the words, and then he was nudging again, passing tightly within me as the metal tickled once more. He thrust, slow at first, but with every cycle of the push and pull, faster, deeper, harder.
His breathing sped as his hips did too, and when he leaned over my body, he came down on his elbow beside me, his lips at my ear.
“How does it feel?” He asked as a rush of breath touched my ear. He was panting quietly as his hips worked and his cock plunged.
“Strange… Weird…” My voice was breathed out too.
He laughed, but it caught in his throat. “You keep saying things like ‘strange’ and ‘weird’ and … I’m not altogether sure that’s … a good response.” His voice kept lurching as he fucked me.
“It’s good. It’s just…”
He laughed again. “Strange?”
“Yeah…” I reached down, stroking my finger over my clit and letting the forward jolt of my body as he thrust push me harder into my touch. I groaned and tightened, and it sent an ache through my bottom that bordered on pain.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so tight. Tell me how it feels now?”
I closed my eyes, forcing my muscles to loosen around the plug. “I feel it moving.”
He groaned again. “So do I…” he whispered.
His jolts became more pronounced, and his hand crept up my back to my neck, pulling my zipper down moments before I felt his lips on my spine. He kissed as his hips rocked, and he pushed his hand through my hair at the nape of my neck. His fingers tangled as he pinned my head down to the hard surface of the table. His breaths were coming fast, ragged, and desperate against my back, and his hips were slamming into me.
I felt full, too full, perfectly full and aching, and I kept my eyes closed, listening to his quiet breaths and feeling them along my back as he tried to kiss and grunt at the same time. Every jolt of his hips grinded my * against my fingers, and I gasped and grunted just like him until one deep penetration pushed my clit so hard into my fingers that I came, crying out loudly. It wasn’t two more thrusts before he stilled within me, his fingers tightening on my hair as he held me down. His sound was low and growling, and I could feel his stomach muscles clenching and releasing against my back as he orgasmed.
He stood up straight, finally releasing my hair, and I felt him pressing on the flat end of the plug even as he still remained inside me. He hummed when he turned it gently, and he pulled on it slowly. At first my muscles flinched and tried to hold onto it, but then he tugged again, and I groaned as that entry dilated just enough to release it. I cried out quietly, and he cursed.
He set the plug on the tabletop before his finger stroked gently over my anus, not penetrating, just grazing and massaging. His hips moved as he touched, and he rocked in and out of me gently as his finger still rubbed and soothed. He finally pulled slowly from me, and he collapsed onto the nearby folding chair. I stood up, stretching the kinks out of my back, and he chuckled. I leaned down, slipping the underwear past my high heels, and then I walked to him. He pulled me down to straddle him, and he clutched my hips in his hands.
I took a deep breath as I studied his eyes. “Not for nothing, but you did have me pretty good and pinned down there, ya know?” I smirked at him. “Miraculously, I survived. Hell, I even liked it very much.” I winked at him.
“Yeah? Well not for nothing, but I didn’t have to look down and see your eyes staring up at me.”
I froze, and his face fell instantly. He opened his mouth as though he were going to speak, but nothing came out.
“You don’t like—”
“Don’t say that,” he said quickly, finally finding his voice. “I didn’t mean it that way. I love seeing your face, your eyes, your expression … all of it. That position … it’s just a memory I’ve never been able to shake—looking down at you … the concrete behind your back … the fear on your face … the tears in your eyes… It’s not what I want to think about when we’re making love… I know it’s illogical to be afraid to make love to you in the most boring position known to mankind.” He shook his head as he watched me “Just let me be a little crazy about this. Okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He watched me silently, gnawing on his lower lip. “The more I’m with you in the now, the more I want to stay in this place, this time, this existence. I want to leave that other world behind. But that takes time… I’d given up thinking there was a now for us.” He looked away, his brow flinching. “My life was … on a very specific path that had a very specific end…” When he looked back at me, he took a deep breath. “That path is … not set in stone anymore, and—”