I suck in my breath involuntarily when he pinches my nipple, the pain is a little more than I’m comfortable with. He removes his hands from my front and pushes me forward, so I’m bent over the table, my hot breath making fog circles on the smooth surface.
Still, he hasn’t said a word. It’s strange to me because he normally talks a lot when we’re together, always telling me how much he wants me and what he’s about to do. The silence and not knowing what he’s planning is driving me crazy, but I’m not sure if it’s in a good way. I think the best word to describe how I feel right now is – unsure.
He pulls my pants roughly down my legs, and I obligingly step out, making sure I stay glued to the table top. Something tells me that he wants me a very specific way, and I’m not willing to risk having his desire turned against me in rage.
He moves my feet apart with a push of his and for a few moments, he does nothing. I hear him crouching down, then he places his hands at the very top of my thighs and pushes my legs wider.
It’s the first time I can hear something from him, the deep breathing of arousal. The familiar throbbing starts between my legs as I wait, the anticipation begins to excite me.
I feel his breath first, and then his tongue as he starts at my clit and drags his tongue upwards, all the way to my anus, where he spends a bit of time, working it with the tip. Surprisingly to me, it feels amazing, and I start panting.
He lets out a slight moan as his fingers reach up, and he teases the entrance of my now dripping *. He slides them back and forwards before pushing them inside me, pulsing them in and out while he continues to rim me.
I’m close to exploding when he pulls both his fingers and his mouth away from me and stands. I hear him removing his pants and the sound of crinkling foil. It sounds as though he’s putting on a condom, which isn’t something he normally does.
When he steps between my legs, he reaches between them with his hand and inserts his fingers into my depths, dragging them out and up over my anus, where he circles me with a little pressure, probing at my tightness.
I hold my breath, feeling fairly certain about what he wants to do. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
He presses his cock against my other hole, and I let out a slight whimper. It’s completely unintentional, and I wish to god it hadn’t escaped my lips. I hear him blow a short, hollow, laugh out his nose, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he pushes himself inside my * instead.
The relief floods through my body and makes the whole experience feel so much more intense. I moan as he plunges into my depths, over and over again. My fingers squeak against the table as I press against it, griping my insides tight around him. I’m so close to coming.
When he suddenly pulls out, I whimper again. I want to come. I was almost there.
He runs his hand between my legs, probing my insides with his fingers before moving again toward my back entrance. He presses his finger lightly at my opening, testing my resistance.
“Relax,” he whispers. The first sound of his voice throughout this whole encounter, echoes throughout the quiet of the house. I let out another breath as he repeats himself. “Just relax.”
He pushes his finger inside, and the sensation is a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. I do my best to stay calm and relax as he said. I can imagine that fighting it will cause the discomfort to win, and I don’t want that right now.
Removing his finger, he presses his tip up against it, parting my skin with his hands as he starts to push in. “I’m going slow. Just breathe Paige. Relax.”
I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to relax, but this doesn’t feel so great. Slowly, he pushes himself, in and out, further and further each time until suddenly, the discomfort turns into an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“Ohhhhh!” I moan as he moves back and forth. My core is throbbing, threatening to explode at any moment.
“Play with yourself,” he whispers to me.
I feel too frozen to move right now. I'm scared that the moment I do, this won’t feel so good anymore.