Once two-thirds of him have found room inside me, he begins his momentum. He fucks into me at a gentle pace, whispering sweetpraises between his hungry kisses, and slowly giving me more and more. Shit, it feels incredible. Yet so different from regular sex. One might say it’s an acquired taste, but I’ve acquired it over time, since we’ve been training for this for literal months.
I fucking love knowing this is a first for both of us. He’s never taken another woman this way before, and he never will. I’ll forever be the one and only woman who knows what it’s like to have Alexander Coleman in her ass, and he’ll only ever know what it’s like to be in mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts.
“You too. So good…”
He must notice the tears in my eyes because his pace slows, and he worriedly asks, “Am I hurting you?”
I adamantly shake my head. “It hurts so good, baby.”
His thrusts grow a little sloppy, our climaxes drawing near. I can sense that an entirely new sort of orgasm is building up inside of me, and I long to know just how devastating it will be. I want to experience it all, to know the sensation of his cum jutting into me like this.
Ah, fuck. The protection.
“Take off the condom,” I moan.
“You want me to switch?”
“No, I want you to keep fucking me like this, but without it. I want you to fill my ass with cum.”
His hips jolt, his mind probably overwhelmed with arousal at my crude request. But that’s exactly what we needed to get the last of him inside me. I can’t hold back a small cry at the sensation, shocked that I can take him whole. We really were made for one another, weren’t we?
But just as he finally bottoms out, he pulls away to comply with my request. While he tugs the condom off with an efficient move, I flip around and rise to my hands and knees. I present my ass to him, back arched and legs spread, desperate to be filled again.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, apparently as lost in passion as I am.
When his head meets the quivering hole once more, it’s his skin that meets mine, not latex. With a slow but unyielding push, he enters me, free of any barrier between us.
Some of the lube stayed on the condom, so I can now feel him better. Each sinuous vein, the smoothness of his skin, the dent under his flared tip… It all adds to the experience, enhancing the sensations and the pleasure that comes with it.
It takes a few thrusts, but he eventually goes all the way again, his hips meeting my ass. This seems impossible. Taking him so easily. And it probably would be if we hadn’t been using the Chrises as much as we have. I earned this, one plug at a time. And it was so worth it.
“Andrea… How the fuck do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“I can’t believe my entire cock can fit into you this way, too, you greedy little thing.”
He gives me a hard shove to prove his point, and I moan his name, clutching the sheets. Since his hands are now free, he sends one around and under me, to give my clit perfect little rolls that match his thrusts.
This is so fucking hot. All of it. His grunts, the sound of wet skin slapping together, his cock pumping in and out of my ass… I wish I could see it, enjoy the sight as much as he probably is. This is why some people have mirrors around their beds. I want to watch him fuck me. I want it engraved in my mind.
My gaze darts to my phone on my nightstand. I left it there before getting Lex. Ever since that hike where I let him take photos of me, we’ve gotten bolder with it. In a safe folder, I have a couple of pictures of him eating me out, one dick pic I took myself, and then a short clip of his cock ramming into me while we had sex on the bathroom counter one evening. I don’t consult them daily, but I don’t know, I love having them there. He also has a few photos and clips secured in his phone.
This would be a little more than that, though. This would be closer to a sex tape. Or I guess, aslextape. I don’t mind. On the contrary. But I need his consent—which I asked for to take the other pictures.
“Can I film?” I ask between two moans.
“You want to film this?”
“Yes.”
I don’t have to ask again, as he reaches for my phone himself. That pushes me forward, and I land on my stomach as he straddles me. I hear the phone being unlocked, and then the camera being activated.
Lex gives me a couple of slow thrusts before saying, “Spread yourself, Andrea. Let the camera see where I am.”
With both hands, I do as he asked and keep myself open. His thrusts resume, intense at first and then slow again. He pulls out until barely any of him is left, and then pushes in again entirely, which must be insanely hot to watch.
