I start again with soft, gentle, sucking, loving how I’m surrounded by his body, the sense of safety more sensual than anything I’ve ever experienced. As he hardens, I increase the suction and play with his balls, laughing at how comically big they look in my hands.
Erik groans quietly and shifts his hips. Pulling back, I dip my two middle fingers in my mouth.
“Yes, finger-fuck me,” he rasps out, sleepy and a little desperate.
When the muscle softens, I carefully push inside him as I bob on his hard cock. First, one finger, then two, increasing their angle as his moans increase in volume and intensity. His hips shift with the oncoming orgasm, and I deepen my strokes inside him, petting that bit of nerves until he’s jolting with pleasure.
I swirl my tongue around him as I take him deeper, swallowing around his sensitive head until he’s panting with want.
“Ant, baby,”he whispers, thrusting his hips, flooding my mouth.
I swallow everything he has to offer, the act somehow setting things right in my brain. Like flipping the finger to those motherfuckers who hurt me. More importantly, it reminds me I belong here. With him.
He tugs me onto his chest and takes my mouth in a slow sensual kiss. His large hand engulfs my cock.
“Fuck, this tiny dick does terrible things to my brain,” he whispers, popping his brows.
“It’s not tiny. It’s average. It’s not my fault you have huge man hands.” I pout.
“Whatever you say, darling. Now shush. Let me play with your sweet little cock.”
I roll my eyes, then groan as he teases me with lazy, two-fingered strokes, building the desire locked in my chest. He tightens his grip, drawing more sounds from the back of my throat as he quiets me with more kisses, speeding up until I’m spending on his tight belly. He reaches over the side of the bed and grabs the T-shirt he’d thrown to the floor, wiping us both down, then resettling me into our new favorite position.
“I love you so much,” he whispers. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”
I sweep my hand over his broad chest as sleep begins to overtake me. “That’s okay. I won in the end.”
He chuckles, and we both drop off like two coins in a well.
* * *
I wakeon my belly with soft kisses being placed along my neck and shoulders, alternating with a large slick cock sliding between my ass cheeks.
“Somebody’s in a good mood this morning,” I murmur, lifting my hips to push against Erik’s insistent thrusts.
“Is that a complaint?” Erik asks, sitting back to swirl a finger against my hole.
I rock back against him until the tip of his finger breaches the tight muscle. “Nope. Not even a little.”
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you into this mattress,” he growls, pressing his finger farther inside the tight squeeze of my body, quickly adding another.
“Mm, yes, please. I want all your weight pushing me into the bed. Don’t tease me with your fingers. I need your cock.”
Gently nipping my ass, he warns me, “I’m in a mood this morning.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of mood?” I ask, reaching back to palm his head as he bites down. It doesn’t matter what he says—he already knows my hard limits and would never ask anything of me I wouldn’t happily give. We haven’t even begun, and I’m already on board with whatever he has in mind.
Smiling against the sensitized flesh, he pulls aside one of my cheeks, scissoring his fingers as he answers, “It’s simple, really. I just want a tiny, cooperative hole I can stretch and fill.”
Fuck. Yes.
“I’ll be your hole, baby,” I purr, gripping his hair by the root. “I’ll be whatever you need.”
A grumbly, happy sound comes from the back of his throat as he removes his fingers. I barely register the sound of him slicking his cock before he pushes inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse softly into the pillows, pounding them with a fist as he slowly, deliciously, painfully fills me.
His large hand covers mine. “Now, don’t move a muscle. Tap the bed if you can’t breathe. Otherwise, your only job is to lie there for me like a good fuck toy. Tiny and so perfectly still.”
