“Okay,” I gasp, trying to lift myself off him.“Okay, I can't—too much—”
He lets me go, helping me collapse onto the mattress beside him.When I finally manage to turn my head to look at him, his entire lower face is glistening and he's grinning like he just scored the winning goal in overtime.
“That was—”
“Incredible.”He rolls over, caging me beneath him.“Been wanting to do that since the first time you taped my mouth.”
I'm still trying to form words when he shifts, settling himself between my legs.His hands slide up my thighs, spreading me wider, and I watch through hazy eyes as he sits back to undo his belt.
“Wait,” I manage, my voice hoarse.“Let me.”
He freezes, hands stilling on the buckle.“Yeah?”
Instead of answering, I push myself up and reach for him.My fingers are trembling—from the aftershocks or anticipation, I can't tell—but I manage to undo his belt, pop the button on his trousers.
The zipper slides down with a whisper of metal, and I push the fabric down his hips along with his boxer briefs.His cock springs free, hard and flushed, and I wrap my hand around him, feeling the weight of him, the heat.The two piercings that form a cross through the head are warm from his body heat.
“Ally—” He catches my wrist gently.“I need to be inside you.Right now.”
He guides me back down to the mattress, settling between my thighs, one hand braced beside my head while the other lines himself up.I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he's pushing inside, slow and deep.
I gasp at the stretch, the fullness—I remember this, but somehow it's even better than the first time.Every inch he sinks deeper, I can feel the piercings dragging against my walls, the metal adding texture that makes my back arch off the bed.
“Fuck,” he breathes when he's fully seated inside me.“You feel—”
I don't let him finish.I roll my hips, and we both groan at the sensation.The cross-shaped jewelry shifts inside me, pressure in multiple directions at once, and my thighs tremble around his waist.
“Move,” I gasp.“Please, Jay—”
He does, pulling out slowly before pushing back in, and that's when I really feel it.The drag of those piercings against my front wall, hitting spots I forgot existed, makes me cry out.
“Oh god—” My nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts again, deeper this time.The vertical bar of the cross catches against something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.“Right there—”
“Here?”He adjusts his angle slightly, and I nearly scream.
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
He sets a rhythm that has me clutching at him desperately, each thrust driving those piercings exactly where I need them.It's overwhelming—the pressure, the friction, the way the metal seems to find every sensitive spot inside me.
“I forgot,” I gasp between thrusts.“I forgot how good—how this feels—”
“I didn't.”His voice is rough against my ear.“Haven't stopped thinking about it.About you.”
He picks up the pace, and I can feel every ridge of metal stroking along my inner walls.My second orgasm is already building, coiling tight and hot in my belly, and when his thumb finds my clit the combination makes my vision blur.
“Jay—I'm—”
“I know.”He drives deeper, the cross hitting that devastating spot inside me.“I can feel you getting tighter.Come for me, baby.”
The orgasm rips through me, my whole body clenching around him.The piercings seem to intensify everything—every pulse, every contraction dragging against the metal—and I'm sobbing his name while he fucks me through it.
“That's it,” he groans, his rhythm faltering.“Fuck, Ally—”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and feel him pulse inside me as he comes.His whole body shudders, his face buried in my neck, and he makes this wrecked sound that I want to remember forever.
We lie there for a moment, both of us breathing hard, our hearts pounding against each other.Then he carefully pulls out, and I wince slightly at the sensitivity.
“Stay there,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
