“You like it when I forget to be a gentleman, huh?”
“Sterling.” She shudders, a gush of wetness running out into my palm as I pull my fingers free.
“Now rub that clit for me, Baby girl.”
She murmurs an incoherent cross between a moan and a gasp as I straighten up, kneeling behind her.
I press the head of my cock against her asshole.
“You sure you want this?” I ask, my voice softening as I stroke her hip.
“Yes,” she moans, rolling them so her body rubs against my crown.
I reach to the bedside drawer, pulling out a tube of lube.
“I’ll take it slow,” I say, squeezing some onto my dick and letting some drip down between her ass cheeks.
She flinches as the cold liquid hits her, then moans and pushes back toward me as I rub it into her skin with my fingers, sliding the tip of one inside her.
“Are you rubbing your clit?”
“Yes,” she murmurs.
I look forward. Her left hand is on the bed, scrunching up the bedsheets, her engagement ring twinkling between the fabric.
“Good girl.”
I pump my dick a couple of times, coating it in the lube. Then I press the head against her asshole.
The moan she makes almost makes me come on the spot as her body opens up for me, letting me ease inside a little.
“Jesus.”
My jaw clenches and I pause, then slide in a couple of inches. I circle gently and ease another inch forward.
“So goddamn tight.” I suck in a breath, stroking up and down her spine tenderly with one hand. “You’re so beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she moans, pushing back. “Keep going.”
My eyes drop to where she’s taking me and I push forward slowly, giving her body time to stretch for me.
“Yes, like that. That feels good,” she whimpers.
Her hand is moving frantically, buried between her thighs.
“You want to come, Baby girl?”
“Not yet,” she pants.
“You want more?” I stroke up her spine again, my fingers dusting the dip of her waist on the way down.
“Yes, please.”
Her breathy moans spur me on, and I keep the pressure up, easing deeper and watching inch after inch disappear inside her.
“Damn, that’s good,” I rasp.
Stilling my hand on the base of her spine, I push forward, closing the final gap until my hips meet her skin. I look at how we fit together. She’s quivering, like she’s holding back.
