“Amber.”
My hand takes it slower, moving the vibrator back to his perineum as he moans in pleasure.
“Do you want me to go back, James?” I ask softly.
“Yeah, I’m okay… Keep going, please.”
My hand starts moving the vibrator down to his asshole again, his breathing deepening, his groans becoming longer. I love hearing him groan in pleasure, that deep rumble coming from him that expresses every part of his primal feelings in that moment. It just does something to me.
As I circle his hole, I add lube, allowing it to slip in slightly. James gasps and lets out a long, slow breath. “Keep going, Iz…” As I slip it past his ring, his hips buck. His hands grip my hips, quickly letting go like he’d been burnt. “I need to hold you.”
“You can, James, do it.” I can feel my own enjoyment building as I watch him experience this newfound pleasure. His hands grip my hips, thrusting into me, his fingers digging in. My head falls back, savouring the sensations. I drop the vibrator on the bed and spread some lube on my fingers. I need to be inside him, giving him the pleasure I am feeling.
My finger presses against him, and I feel his ring of muscle twitching against me as I push in, sinking past it
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and deep into his ass. His groans become louder as he rocks my hips back and forth, grinding me down onto his cock. I sink a little deeper in with my finger, pressing against his prostate.
His body jerks. “Holy fuck!” he grunts as his body rises up to press against mine, my finger massaging inside his tight warm channel, focused on his pleasure. Feeling him clench around my finger, I know it won’t take long until he is coming hard.
My hips quicken their pace, chasing my own pleasure as he pulses around my finger. He sits up, his chest against my back as he wraps his arms around me and grips me hard as he roars out his release.
“Oh… Iz.. That's it.” He falls back onto the bed, his body limp as I rotate my hips and come hard on his length, slipping my finger out. My whole body thrums with energy as I shake with an intensity that rocks my soul.
We stay here for a couple of minutes, just breathing and recovering, his hands roaming over my hips and back and up to my hair, his fingers playing with the strands and trailing up over my shoulders. The feeling of relaxation pours over me at his touch, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
His breathing slows as I break the peace of the moment and rise off his hips, turning to face him, his face flushed and relaxed. I crawl up to him, brushing my lips against
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his cheek, his stubble grazing my lips. I brush a strand of hair out of his eyes as he fixes his gaze on me.
“That was intense...” He laughs, his hand stroking down my back in lazy circles, then roaming lower over my ass cheeks. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his fingers tentatively grazing near my asshole.
“Oh, I’m all good,” I reassure him, his fingers slipping through the lube and cum dripping from me.
“Turn around, Iz...” James says softly. “Please.”
“What do you have planned?” I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I want to see my cum dripping out of you.” His eyes glint with mischief. I rise and kneel in front of him as he moves behind me, feeling the heat of his thighs as his hips press against my ass. He bends over me, trailing kisses up my spine, sending shivers over my skin, his warm lips soft against me.
“You’re going to do more than watch it drip out of my ass. You’ve made a mess of me, James. You’re going to lick every last drop of it up and keep it in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.” My heart races at the thought of it.
This is a new boundary, one which, if he’s happy to cross, we could have a lot of fun with. I turn to look at him, my hair spilling over my face, watching as he takes in what I’m asking him to do.
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“If I’m going to clean my queen up, she deserves to be sat on her throne.” His breathing is heavy, his eyes glazed with lust. He stands from behind me and turns to sit on the edge of the bed, lying back. He tucks his head under my pussy and grips my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“Sit on me, Iz. Let me lick you clean.” He pulls me down onto his mouth, and my stomach flips. He’s topping from the bottom, the bastard. But damn right I’m going to sit on my throne.
His tongue runs over my asshole, swirling and sucking, delving deep inside me. It feels insanely good. My hands grip his hair as I start to ride his tongue, his hands sinking into my soft thighs as he rocks me back and forth on his face. I fall forward, holding myself up with one hand, the other massaging my clit, feeling that familiar build-up starting deep within me.
“Oh, James, that’s so good. Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop.” My voice, breathy and soft, comes out in pants.
His tongue thrusts inside me with a punishing rhythm, sending me over the edge once more. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, coming down from the high. I kneel up, my head pressing into the blankets as my heart slows to its normal pace again.
