“I’m gonna fill you and fuck you with my fingers ’til the rain’s gone, okay baby? I’ll hold you down the whole time. You won’t hurt me and you won’t hurt yourself. Alright?”
There was a tight knot in my chest, and all I could do was hum in agreement. I squeezed my eyes shut when tears blurred my vision.
His lips were on my shoulder, brushing soft kisses along my skin as he gathered his cum and spread it between my cheeks.
I bucked when his thick finger brushed against my hole and slid inside, then growled in frustration the moment he pulled it out. I tried to twist around, but his hand was holding me firmly in place.
I couldn’t move at all—and I loved that.
“Be patient, I’m coming,” he murmured. Warm wetness was pressed into my hole, two of those fingers now pushing their way inside me. My eyes rolled back when he slid over a spot that stole my breath. An array of colors sparked behind my eyes as the most intense pleasure held me captive.
“You like it right here?” His voice sounded faraway as he kept dragging his fingers along that one spot, and I thought he didn’t even need to hold me down anymore because I wouldn’t be able to move anyway. “That’s it, baby. Just focus on feeling good.”
A choked sound erupted from my throat, followed by a strangled moan as my entire body trembled. His fingers were deep inside me, rubbing that spot over and over again, his thumb massaging the area behind my balls. An electric heat radiated throughout my whole system, squeezing me tighter and tighter and?—
My vision whited out as I came, every muscle tensing as pleasure consumed me. The warm, wet sensation of Cain’s tongue on my shoulder, those lips pressing into my heated skin, only intensified the dizzying sensations pumping through me, and I cried out.
Cain’s groan vibrated into my shoulder, his soft lips pressing into my skin, and I felt him coming again. He’d positioned the tip of his cock right at my hole, his cum pouring into me as he grunted and kept his lips on my skin, his hand on my neck, his body covering mine.
For a long while, all I heard was the heavy sound of our breaths, his chest moving against my back with every exhale. All I felt was this searing bliss that had invaded every inch of my body.
“How are you feeling?” he rasped, his deep voice making my toes curl. “Better?”
Had the rain already passed? I’d never, ever calmed down this quickly. I’d never been able to channel all that chaotic energy into sex like this; usually the aggression and urge to hurt or claw or kill or bite dominated when it rained.
Yeah. It had passed. I couldn’t sense it anymore, and it hadn’t fully come this way.
But I wanted him. I still wanted him.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I want to feel even better.”
He laughed against my skin, the heat of his breath making me shiver. “Alright. I got you, Bow.”
I wanted him to always have me. To always have him.
“Promise?” I whispered.
“Yeah. I promise,” Cain murmured, pressing one big palm into my lower back while lifting me to my knees. He pushed my upper back down so it was arched even more until I was completely exposed to him. He kept his other hand on the nape of my neck, and I was so thoroughly pinned in place that I moaned.
I needed to touch myself, I needed to get relief, needed to do something. I started to make little frustrated sounds in the back of my throat, trying to get the tip of my cock to touch the bed.
“You want me to fill you with my cock?”
My eyes rolled back and I groaned when he slid his fingers up the back of my balls and swirled one around my hole.
“Yes,” I gasped. He pushed his cum inside me, drew his finger out, gathered up more cum that was dripping down the inside of my thigh, then forced it into my hole with two thickfingers. He slowly pressed deeper, his breathing heavier, and when he found that spot, I moaned and squeezed the blanket as pleasure shot through me.
“Goddamn, Bow.” His voice was deep and gruff and slightly breathless. “I don’t think—I’m not—fuck,” he said, sounding defeated.
“What? What’s wrong?” Had I done something wrong? Was he not enjoying this? Was I?—
“You look so damn beautiful. I’m really not gonna last long.”
Every worried thought disappeared in an instant, and I sank deeper into the bed. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I just need to be closer to you. Please. Please, Cain.”
He rose over me, rubbed his cheek against my shoulder, and pressed his lips to my cheek. “Yeah, baby. I want that, too. You still want me to hold you down?”
“Yes,” I said hoarsely. “Yes.”
