“I thought you wanted to… That we were going to…”
“I do, and we will. Eventually.”
Sighing, she sags into the mattress, understanding now that nothing about this is going to be fast or immediate.
I lift her legs over my shoulders and hold her open for my tongue. She’s so wet and so primed that I could make her come with one stroke of my tongue. But what fun would that be? Setting the plug to the most intense vibration, I set out to drive her mad with my tongue and fingers.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Her hands fist my hair, and she’s pulling so hard it hurts. I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is the sweet taste of her *, the muscles clamping down on my fingers and how much I love her.
Ready to move things along, I latch on to her clit and suck, drawing the tight nub of flesh into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth. “Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I suck harder and drive my fingers into her as deep as they’ll go.
She shrieks as she comes, her legs tightening around my head to keep me from getting away.
I bring her down slowly, gently, and then rise to my knees to push into her channel, riding the waves of her orgasm. The plug makes it an especially tight fit as I thrust into her, over and over again, needing to take the edge off this mad, clawing desire so I can give her the tenderness she needs for what’s next.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my ass, and when she squeezes, I lose it, coming with a roar that’s ripped straight from my gut. Christ have mercy… And then I feel her come, too, again.
I collapse on top of her, my head spinning from the wild ride. I open my eyes to see the red tip of her breast calling to me and raise my head to draw it into my mouth. Even after an explosive release, I want more.
She moans and raises her hips, and I come alive all over again, hardening inside her. I begin to move, thrusting until I’m fully hard.
“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers, her eyes closed.
“Never. I love you too much to kill you.” I kiss her lips, which are puffy and soft. “Ready for more?”
“Not sure if I can take any more.”
“You want to stop?”
She opens her eyes. “Did I say that?”
I smile down at her. “I want to see your face for this, but it might be more comfortable for you on your belly. What do you prefer?”
“I want to see your face, too.”
I kiss her again before withdrawing my extremely hard cock from her very tight *, making us both moan. From the bedside table, I grab a condom and a bottle of lubricant.
Natalie watches me closely. “Have you done this before in this bed?”
“Never.”
As I roll on the condom, I realize my hands are shaking ever so slightly. “I want you to stop this if you don’t like it, Nat. I mean it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She reaches up to caress my face. “I know how to stop it.”
“It’ll hurt at first, but the more you try to relax and let me in, the easier it will be.”
Swallowing hard, she says, “Okay.”
“Ready to remove the plug?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
I begin slowly, drawing the plug out before reseating it.
Natalie groans. “Why do you have to torture me?”
“I’m getting you ready.”
“Torture.”
“Preparation.”
I withdraw the plug to the widest point, letting it stretch her and leaving it there as I bend over her to suck on her nipple. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
“Hurts,” she says softly.
“I know.” I don’t remind her that I’m a lot bigger than the plug, and I want her to be as ready as she can be to take me. After long minutes of letting the plug stretch her, I remove it, and she sags in relief that’s short-lived. Flipping open the cap on the bottle of lube, I squirt a healthy amount onto my fingers and slide them into her, ensuring she’s prepared from the inside out. “Talk to me, honey.”
“Can’t.”
“Try.”
“Tight.”
“Yes, it is.”
Her * is so wet, it’s running down to where my fingers slide in and out of her ass. I bend my head to lick her, startling her when my tongue connects with her clit. After stroking her a few more times with my tongue and fingers, I withdraw both and apply another handful of lube to my cock.
I’ve done this many times before—too many to count—but it’s never mattered as much as it does now. I want so badly to make it good for her, and my love for her makes it so much more intense than it’s ever been.
I press the head of my cock against her tight opening and push, slowly and easily, watching her face carefully.
Her mouth opens, her back arches, and her head falls back.
“Nice and easy, sweetheart. Push against me, let me in.”
Reaching under her, I grasp her cheeks and open her as I give her a little more.
Her sharp gasp stops me in place as she spasms around me. The pressure is so tight and so intense that I have to summon every ounce of control I possess to keep from coming.