“You’re going to watch my ass as I climb up those steps.”
“Baby, my fingers are going to be in that ass as you climb up.”
Anya
Iwoke with an orgasm imminent. The duvet was thrown back and sun kissed hair fell over my thighs. Gabe had already proven that he knew what he was doing with his cock and his fingers and his mouth, but clearly he hadn’t proven it enough. When I’d made it onto the mattress after he’d made me come with his fingers climbing up the steps, I’d ridden him like he was a donkey while he did things to my nipples that I’d never thought about. He’d let me come like that, then turned me over and told me to hold on, fucking me blind from behind, taking every thought out of my head except his name.
He held me all night. Our naked bodies had been intertwined and when I’d stirred to use the bathroom and a bit of a clean-up, he’d held onto me.
“Gabe.” His name was a whisper, barely audible. His response was to hum. I had no idea how I tasted, probably of him as we hadn’t used a condom and there had been no shower.
He sucked my clit then licked, his hands coming up to my breasts and finding my nipples, pinching them and releasing in time with his licking and sucking. I knew once I had come he’d be in me again, that was his modus operandi, make me come tenderly and then fuck me hard. I liked both. He read my body well and had picked up on what worked for me and what didn’t, knowing when I needed it rougher and when he needed to go slow.
I wrapped my legs around his neck as I came and when I opened my eyes I saw him grinning up at me, his mouth glinting with my juices.
“Your turn?” I managed to get the words out.
“Both our turns. You good with me bare again?”
He lifted up and spread my legs, pushing my knees high up and wide. I had a feeling I’d come again as soon as he entered me. His cock was big and thick and hit all the right spots and he made me feel grounded.
“Yes.”
I guided him into me and then moved my hand, holding onto his shoulders. His entry was smooth and deep and he started to give me the most thorough fucking of my life. It was painful, pinching and stretching and hitting me deep. The noises I made weren’t real to me; I wasn’t used to them. I was no virgin before, but I had boyfriends as opposed to lovers and although I’d had no complaints, this was something different.
He lifted up my hips, giving him deeper access and I heard him groan then mutter my name.
“I wish you knew how tight you felt.” He whispered, watching me as he moved in and out, hard but controlled, making my breasts bounce. My nipples were hard; I saw his eyes move to them and he licked his lips.
I felt utterly owned; totally taken care of.
“This is how I wanted you when we were in the bar last night. Spread open for me while I fucked your pussy.”
I lifted my head to watch his cock enter me, amazed at how it fit and how it felt. “You’re so big.”
His grin was shit-eating. I didn’t care. For the last ten hours I had only thought about him. Our whole world had existed in that barn.
“Maybe I should make you beg for my dick later. See what you’ll do for it.”
He bent down and sucked a nipple. I mewled. He moved back up and slowed, holding my hips still.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Anya.”
I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I felt him inside me, as close as a person could get, but it felt as if he was filling me everywhere.
“Rougher. I want it harder.”
He slowed further. “Why?”
“Because it makes me feel.”
There was a brief nod. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“But you’d let me.”
I didn’t answer. I knew I would. The brief bite of pain reminded me that I was alive and made me forget.
