She was a fucking sight. Naked, pregnant, and spread wide for me. I stepped back to the parallel counter to get the full view of her in all her glory. I may have been too hasty in destroying my phone, because I desperately wanted a picture of her like this. I’d hang it on the wall of our bedroom next to the sonogram I had printed of my dick inside her cunt.
Her pussy shone with the evidence of her arousal in the overhead light. The past couple of months, it had become more and more difficult for Lu to shave herself. I had taken over the task for her, even recording the experience for our subscribers. There wasn’t an inch on this woman’s body that I hadn’t explored yet.
Blindly reaching behind me, I grabbed the jar of coconut oil she’d left out from her failed attempt to cook theahi. The tension in the room rose tenfold as I stepped forward with the jar in one hand and the spatula in the other.
“Lean back, baby.”
She did, causing her back to arc and her shoulders to hunch as her long arms stretched to their limits. The change of position lifted her ass off the counter enough for me to get a glimpse of that hole, too.
I tapped the end of the spatula against my chin, as if contemplating my next move. Meeting her eyes, I raised an eyebrow. “Ass or pussy?” It would be the only decision I would allow her going forward.
She eyed the spatula. The end wasn’t thick, maybe the width of two of my fingers. Then her eyes dropped to my straining erection. “Ass,” she said, indicating the spatula.
I nodded, stepping between her legs once again. Setting the oil and the cooking utensil on the marble counter beside her, I took her chin in my hand and forced her to hold my gaze. “I love you, Luana.”
I wasn’t a weepy bitch or an overly emotional guy. Most of the time, I forgot to analyze my emotions and unapologetically just acted on them regardless of what they were. Lu was different, though. I was pretty sure I experienced the closest thing to heartbreak that I was capable of feeling when I learned that Lu questioned my love for her, and for the simple reason that I hadn’t said it enough. In the five years that we were first together before she walked out on me, I had said the actual words “I love you” only four times to her.
Four.
That was less than once per year.
I couldn’t believe it.Of courseI fucking loved her. How could she doubt that? But unfortunately, actions don’t always speak louder than words. And my lack of vocalization had made her doubt my actions.
I would never allow her to doubt me again. I wasn’t ashamed of my feelings, nor did I have a reason to hide them. If she needed the words, I would give them to her. Often. And they would be just as true if I’d never spoken them at all.
She licked her lips. “I love you too, Aloiki.”
Fuck me. Yeah, I definitely understood why the words mattered.
I reached for the virgin coconut oil. Poor bastard—it was about to have its cherry popped in a big way.
Not caring about the mess I made, I undid the cap and scooped some oil in my hand. It was warm enough in the housethat it was quite malleable, and quickly melted at my touch, coating my fingers in clear liquid.
I would never understand the stigma behind anal sex. Like that hole was somehow naughtier? Didn’t mean I was ever letting anything get near mine, but that had more to do with wanting to give more than I received pleasure. Lu cleaned herself regularly because she never knew which hole I would take when. Some men kept their fingernails short but never bothered to file them. I did both daily so I could use my fingers on Lu and never risk scraping her with a sharp or loose edge.
I rubbed my fingers around the tight pucker. I didn’t look down, instead wanting to watch the look in her eyes as I inserted a finger. Like me, Lu liked a bite of pain with her pleasure. Her hot, rear channel took my finger easily, and I quickly added another, the oil smoothing the way for my entrance.
Lu’s eyes dilated as her mouth parted slightly on a gasp. I loved seeing her reactions. She was so expressive and open, her eyes my own personal window to her private thoughts and desires. It made my blood boil for her. My cock strained against the passion running through me. I grabbed more oil in my other hand and coated my dick.
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She frantically searched downward to find the spatula still on the counter at her right before whipping her head back up to look at me.
“You didn’t think I’d actually fuck you with that pathetic little thing, did you?” I raised an eyebrow as I shook my head andtsked my tongue at her. I added a third finger to her ass, pumping my hand in and out of her tight channel. “Silly girl. Your ass is far too worthy to waste on something so small.”
I spread my fingers wide as I pulled them from her now gaping hole. I reached for more oil, making a mental note to toss the jar when we were done. Or maybe I’d just mark it and put it back in the pantry—in case I wanted to do this again with Lusoon. It would be their own damn fault if they didn’t read prior to using it in their cooking. Plus, there were worse things to add to a meal than Lu’s ass.
I worked her ass and my cock in tandem, drawing out lovely whimpering moans from her. I watched as her grip on her ankles tightened and strained, only pausing to get her to stop digging her nails into her flesh. Those nails belonged inmyflesh, not hers.
She begged and pleaded for me to touch her tits, her clit, her pussy, but I denied her, concentrating only on her anal pleasure.
I coaxed her with teasing words like, “You have such an amazing ass, Lu,” and, “That’s it, my little anal slut, moan for me as I squeeze four fingers into you.” Her arms strained from holding herself partly upright, but I did not let her release herself. She was strong, and she could take it.
Seeing her like this heightened my own arousal. I nearly came in my own hand from watching her reactions alone. The scents of coconut, sex, and the sea breeze from the open window behind me added to the sensation, immersing us into our own little world. Someone could have come downstairs to get something from the fridge that was not ten feet from us, and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I only saw Lu. I only wanted Lu.
Unable to take it anymore, I lined the head of my cock up with her ass. Rather than remove my hand entirely, I withdrew just enough where half my fingers emerged from her stretched hole. Sliding my cock through my wet palm, I smoothly transitioned my fingers with my cock so she was never without a part of me inside her. Lu groaned, her back arching, pushing her rounded belly and pointed tits up toward the high ceiling.
It was incredible, feeling the hot, tight vice of her ass around my cock. But I did not start pumping or fucking her. I pressed inside, inch by inch, until my balls touched the wet, hardcountertop under her. It took her a second to realize I wasn’t moving.
