Sinful Desire

She laughed, too, and he continued to work his way down her body. He massaged the top of her cheeks, and she wriggled as the pressure sent sparks through her body, settling between her legs, beating a pulse in her very wet, very hot center. He parted her legs more, widening the space between them, and working his fingers lower on her bottom.

She tensed briefly, unsure how this would feel. But then she remembered the time at his house when he’d slid a finger inside her ass and she’d wanted to sing hallelujah.

She raised her ass for him.

“Yeah,” he said, all slow and sexy. “Like that, beautiful. Give yourself to me.”

She lifted herself higher, and turned her face to the side, watching him as he reached for the lube on the towel he’d spread out across the cover. He squirted some onto his fingers then returned to her rear. He slid his fingers between her cheeks and pressed lightly against her entrance. She breathed softly, letting the air spread through her lungs.

He rubbed his fingertip in circles, and soon she moved in time with his finger, circling her hips, inviting him to penetrate her. He slipped the finger past her entrance, and waited, letting her adjust, then slid it all the way in. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.

“How am I going to fit you?” she asked, a fleet of nerves briefly reappearing.

“Lube. Lots of lube. And lots of preparation,” he said, as he continued to work his finger inside her. She squirmed as he pushed, then he added another finger, and soon she was panting, and her clit was aching, and whatever he was doing to her ass was turning her on. Wildly.

“Oh God,” she said, as a spark zipped through her.

“You like it?”

She nodded. “I do. You’re doing it so good,” she said, as she rocked her rear back into him. The pressure added to the pleasure. The new sensations of all those fingers inside her sent a wave of heat through her body, settling in her *. She rocked back into his hand, craving being filled in both ways. Barely aware of what her body was urging her to do, she started rubbing her pelvis against the bed, desperate for attention in her sex.

Within seconds, he looped his free hand around her thigh, hitching her leg up on the bed, giving him access to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then a long, low, purr of pleasure as he stroked her hard clit with one hand, while filling her ass with fingers from the other. The double wave of sensations blasted through her core, like a tornado of lust whirling through her. Some deep and primitive part of her gave herself over to this animalistic moment, to this basest of carnal wishes.

She whispered his name. It sounded like pure sex on her tongue, even to her own ears.

“I’m ready,” she murmured, then she rose on her elbows and her knees, lifting her ass for him.

Waiting.

He let his fingers slip out of her, and away from her. She inhaled. It was going to happen. She was going to give up a part of herself to him, only him. He was the only man she could ever imagine having in her like this.

But he didn’t take her that way.

Instead, he moved next to her, lying on his back. He tapped her leg.

“Straddle me,” he said softly.

“What?”

His command didn’t compute.

“You’re on top,” he added.

“But,” she said. “Don’t you want it from behind? I thought that’s how…”

Guys liked it.

“Yeah, I want it that way. I want to fuck your pretty little ass while I watch my cock slide in and out of that tight hole. I want to get you off with my fingers on and in your *, and my dick in your ass. And then when you climax so hard you see stars, I want to pull out and paint your body with my come. All over your gorgeous fucking back,” he said, his words as dirty as they’d ever been, and she turned wetter and hotter with the image of jets of his hot, white semen marking her spine. Then he clasped a hand around her hips, and tenderly pulled her closer to him. “But I want it to feel amazing for you first. And it’ll be better for you if you can control it. If you can ride me. If you can set the pace. We’ll get there. But the first time needs to be fantastic for the woman I’m crazy for.”

She swallowed and took a deep breath, his sweet dirtiness rushing over her. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her overactive heart. How could she be so turned on, so aroused, so ready to do something thoroughly forbidden and also feel on the cusp of falling deeply?

She had no rational answer. So she listened to her body, and she positioned herself over him. He shook his head, and whispered, “Not yet.”

She furrowed her brow.

“I told you I’d get you there,” he said as he brought the hand that hadn’t touched her rear back between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves once again.

“Oh God,” she said, closing her eyes and running her hands through her hair.

“Remember the night I met you?” he asked as he stroked her clit, setting off fire after fire inside her, like sparklers on the fourth of July.