“But what?” I asked innocently. “Tell me what you need. I can’t help you if you don’t.”
If he hadn’t already been a panting, sweaty, cum-starved mess, he would have seen the irony in that statement. After all, just a few weeks ago, he’d said that very same thing to me.
From under my hooded eyelashes, I watched him swallow hard. The shyness was still there, but it mingled with desire, a heady combination that went straight to my cunt. “I want you to make love to me.”
Love.Even clouded by pre-orgasmic fog, that word hit deep inside me, clanging around uncomfortably.
Making love—what did it even mean? Was it an intention? A level of care? Could you rail someoneandmake love to them? Or was it all soft lighting and gentle, Viagra-commercial smoothness?
I didn’t know. But I would find out.
“It would be my pleasure. And you’ve earned it.”
Withdrawing from him—much to his chagrin; he mewled like I often did when he pulled out of me—I cleaned my hands on a nearby towel. Then I shifted him to his side, so we were spooning.
The strap-on dildo fit perfectly between his ass cheeks. Whether he knew it or not, his back arched against it.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” I breathed into his ear as I lubed the dildo between us. “There’s no rush. I’m going to enjoy stretching you around my cock. Relax.”
It was quite the role reversal, positioning my cock at Hudson’s entrance. Grabbing his hips and lining him up with me. Hearing his every pant and groan, watching him turn into a puddle of lust and want beneath my hands.
When he took my virginity, was this what he felt like? The power, the trust, the rush of accomplishment when I reacted to his touch with such yearning and want?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that when I slid my length inside him for the first time and turned the toy on my clit to its lowest setting, I never wanted to stop.
“Are you all right?” I asked, once I’d bottomed out in him.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured.
Running my fingers through his hair comfortingly, I gave more instructions. A great feat considering that I could barely get the words out. The toy did its best work on my desperate clit. “You can touch yourself if you’d like. But don’t cum. The only one making you cum tonight is me, isn’t that right?”
He nodded, then gripped his cock firmly. Coherency wasn’t his strong suit at the moment. The pleasure was too great.
And I knew the feeling. With every meeting of our hips, the toy on my clit tongued harder, rattling me with a fresh wave of delight. I was getting higher and higher, overwhelmed by the combination of my own oncoming orgasm and his melting pleasure.
Still spooning him from behind, I worked to find a rhythm. He arced against me, matching me thrust for thrust.
Soon, I could tell my climax was just a few breaths away. My body tightened.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, it feels so good. You fuck me so good.”
And that was all I needed. The toy played long and hard on my clit. I pressed fully into him, deepening our contact and the toy’s pressure against me. And I dug my fingers into his flesh, trying to hold on to reality even as my orgasm smashed me through waves of white-hot ecstasy.
I screamed out his name. It was the only thought in my mind. Hudson, Hudson, Hudson…
And when it was over, I slowed my erratic thrusts and turned off the toy, once again focusing on him.
“I came so hard inside you, you know that?Youmade me cum like that. Seeing you so ready for me, taking me like this, you’ll never understand how sexy it is, Hudson.”
He was a mess, stroking his cock and teetering on the brink of what might have been the biggest orgasm of his life. “I’ve never—”
“I know, baby. I know. Just feel me. My hands on your hips. My cock bottoming out in you, pushing you farther, and farther—”
