Her legs widened. She’d never realised how flexible she could be.
“Will it hurt?”
His finger entered her, both holes filled, moving slowly, rhythmically, letting her get used to the pressure building up between her legs. He loomed over her and then bent down, his kiss soothing and sweet. She was left empty for a second then felt his cock against her ass, about to claim entry.
She braced herself, expecting pain. Then it came. A stretch. A sting. Jonny’s words soothing as he pushed into her, little by little, reassuring tender syllables that eased the discomfort.
His eyes were dark and she saw the control etched upon his face as he controlled his movements, taking what she had offered with precise care.
“Touch yourself.”
She moved her hand between them to her clit and then, as soon as she touched herself, the discomfort morphed into something different, something intense and tight and like she’d never anticipated.
This had been about him. Her giving something of herself to him that she could never take back or hand to someone else. She heard her cry, felt his hips jerk, his movements become quicker. The pinch was just enough to remind her that they were alive and real and here and she was close. Close enough to almost come again, with his cock in her ass and his words caressing her and telling her how good she was and how much he fucking needed her and then she broke into a million pieces only Jonny was holding her together, keeping her there as he reached his own end.
She felt the vacancy as he pulled out of her, his orgasm reached and he came in waves across her belly and breasts, marking her skin. She saw the look of possession in his eyes as he coated her, his words unintelligible but his expression clear.
Then he held her, not giving a shit about how messy she was, pulling her onto his chest as he collapsed on the bed.
“Are you okay?” He kissed her neck, then her jaw, holding her tightly to him, making her feel secure and wanted.
Rayah exhaled slowly and deeply. “I’m fine. It was good. I didn’t know what to expect.”
He kissed her again. “You felt amazing. You were amazing. We should shower. Make use of the facilities and then maybe order food that’s not shaped like smiley faces.”
She laughed, feeling sleepy, not sure if she would manage to stay awake for dinner.
“Rayah, we need to shower.”
This was true. She was sticky and sweaty and in a few minutes would probably feel uncomfortable.
“You might have to help me stand up in there.”
“Anything.”
It was one word. Her chest felt as if a matchstick had been lit in there and her lungs were soaked in petrol. Rayah found herself trying to stop tears from falling, whatever she was feeling inside trying to spill out.
Then he was picking her up and carrying her to the shower; strong powerful arms holding her as if she was no bigger than Sadie Grace. She imagined being saved by him, carried to safety and wondered if that was what he was doing now without realising it.
Somehow he managed to turn on the shower, stepping into the large cubicle without needing to put her down. The water hit them; fine droplets smattering her skin that eventually became harder pelts that warmed her skin and began to soothe it.
She found herself standing, Jonny’s arms supporting her, his large hands rubbing soap across her, massaging and pacifying her.
“Let me.” Those were his only words as she tried to help, or to touch him, she wasn’t sure. He maintained her balance, washing her all over, her hair, her breasts, between her legs. His hands travelled up her legs, finding scraps of skin she’d never paid attention to before, his touch all-consuming.
Reality started to seep into her veins and her awareness of touch grew, her body responding in waves, the lights suddenly seeming brighter, her legs more stable.
“Jonny.” She didn’t know why she said his name, just that her lips needed it.
He responded by returning his hands to her breasts, massaging and manipulating them, teasing her nipples how he’d discovered she liked.
Rayah felt his erection press against her back and she stepped closer into him. “I should wash you,” she said, the ache still there but now tempered by the pulsating in her pussy.
“I won’t say no.”
She turned in his arms and reached for the soap, starting to run her hands over his chest and arms and back, taking her time even though the pulse between her legs was getting more demanding. She liked what they’d done; she would have him in her ass again even though she knew she would be sore tomorrow, but she needed him inside her again, to hit that sweet spot and feel him come in her.
But she would take her time.
