Holy shit.I could feel my arousal slick my thighs once more. I gasped as his finger entered my ass, he pushed in and out, getting me comfortable with the sensations, then pulled his finger free and I felt the edge of something hard and cold take its place. It felt bigger than his finger, and I tried to squeeze my ass cheeks tight.
“Relax sweetheart, breathe.”
I did, exhaling the breath I’d been holding and he slid the plug further in, breaching the rim until it fit.
“Oh God,” I cried out, straightening. “How big is that thing?”
His soft chuckle teased my neck. One of his hands rolled over my hips and breasts distracting me from the slight burn that quickly dissipated. His other hand slipped the plug the rest of the way inside where it anchored by the flared base.
“You ready to take my cock, sweetheart?”
“Do I have a choice?” I snapped.
“Let’s see how feisty you still are in a minute.”
I didn’t bother to reply because he knew he had me exactly where he wanted. By my pussy. When his body pressed up against me, all-male hardness and hot skin, I inhaled deeply. I hadn’t even noticed him removing his clothes.
“I’m going to take you without a condom, sweetheart.” He rolled his tongue over the shape of my ear. I shivered. “Can I?” Surprised he was asking, my deliberation was non-existent and I nodded. He groaned as if he’d been hoping for my response. “Lean over, Ash.” His hand on my nape, he guided me back down over the ledge.
The head of his cock glided along my entrance and I lifted onto my toes. Trent gripped my hip, keeping me grounded. His hand was at my nape, tangled with my hair while his lips nipped the sensitive skin along my shoulder. I was almost breathless with anticipation and expected him to slide into me with one quick thrust, instead, he pulled back slightly and slid in one perfect inch at a time.
“Oh, God.” I moaned as I felt every ridge penetrate me, the feeling of being overwhelmed rang true. My body wound tight from the two different sensations inside me and my legs weakened as his cock filled me to the hilt.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so damn tight.” His grip on my hair tightened and then he was fucking me.
Thrust after thrust, he pressed me to the ledge, the cold tile heightening the tension in my body as it kissed my nipples with each nudge forward. And as if that wasn’t enough pleasure, he slid a hand around my front and circled my clit.
Trent Shaw played my body like an expert guitarist, he knew exactly what notes to strum to make me hum. And by God, every inch of me was singing. From the sweet notes tingling in my breasts to the hard rock thrumming in my pussy—I wanted to dance until I couldn’t walk.
“Holy shit,” I cried out as my entire body began to convulse. I flew higher and faster, cresting waves of bliss I didn’t think possible as his essence seeped into my body, piercing my heart and shattering my soul. My pussy pulsed, exploding with an orgasm that had me screaming his name before Trent’s release chased mine.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, his trembling body pressed up tight against mine, his grip taut on my hips, keeping me anchored. His kisses soft and tender on my neck and my shoulders as our breathing slowed back to normal.
“You okay?” he whispered into my nape.
“Yes.” Even though I answered, I wasn’t sure if I was okay or if I ever would be again.
His tenderness a stark contrast to his domination of my body from a few moments ago, yet no less intense. My body hummed and quivered in tune to our raspy pants, his cock still inside me, my pussy contracting voluntarily around him. I felt dizzy and light as though drunk on desire and afraid if he let me go, I’d float away over the very ledge I gripped with sweaty palms.
It was then that I realized he was right. I didn’t know where he began and I ended, not just physically but on a whole other level I had yet to understand, to grasp. And the longer we stayed joined, I feared I’d want more...a whole more.
