“Touch your pussy, Brys. Finger your clit.”
“Yes, Jakob.”
I obey, and now his finger pulses inside me, pushing deeper inside to the rhythm of my circling fingers against my clit, to the rhythm of my gasps as heat billows through me, pressure swells and expands and crushes. Deeper, and deeper, and then I feel his knuckles press into the soft give of my ass cheeks, and I’m coming, screaming, knees dipping as orgasm rips through me, and he’s spanking my ass with his free hand and fucking my asshole with his finger.
“That’s so beautiful, honey,” he snarls. “Fucking beautiful.”
I can only whimper helplessly as my legs quake, jellied. Another wave of climax crests inside me and leaves me shivering, weak-kneed, and on the verge of collapse. He catches me before I fall, and I'm held in his arms, bride-over-the-threshold. His mouth is on mine, and he's kissing the breath out of me, taking my breath and giving me his all at once.
I sling my arms around his neck and clutch him to me and open my mouth to him and whimper my greed for his kiss, receiving a rumbling snarl in return.
We're moving, and the bed is under me, and he is over me. “One sec,” he whispers, and he’s gone, and I’m shaking like a leaf, and I hear water running as he washes his hands, and then he’s back and over me again and cupping my face and kissing me as if he'll never stop.
I spread my legs open for him, and his fingers find me and touch my clit and make me twitch and jerk, and then his fingers are inside me and pumping in me, and I have to fuck, have to move.
"Jakob," I whine, "oh god. Please, I…"
"What, sweetheart? Tell me."
"You." I reach for him, find stupid cotton in the way, shove at it, dig my hand under it, find his erection. I grip him, pump his length. "This."
He kicks at his sweatpants, going from one knee to the other, and then I feel his hard, hot thighs on mine and his belly on mine. His shirt is gone, I don't know when, don't care. He's naked and all mine. I clutch his cock with zealous greed, bite his lower lip, and caress his thick length until he's snarling.
"Please, Jakob," I breathe, lips moving on his. "Please. Please!"
"Please, what, Brys?"
"Fuck me," I whimper. "I need your cock inside me."
He wedges his hips between my thighs, and I curl my legs high around his hips. His mouth touches mine in a tease of a kiss, and he nuzzles my seam with the tip of his cock. Then he's whispering in my ear. "What if I said I don't want to fuck you, Brys?"
I keen my sorrow at this news. "Ineedyou. I fucking—Ineedyou.Please, Jake."
He hunches over me at the nickname. The hot, soft, fleshy head of his cock nudges my slit; I hold absolutely still, waiting for him. "What if…" His strong arm curls under my neck, and he tilts his hips against me, nuzzling his tip just between my lips, “I said that I wanted…" a little deeper, now, so his cock-head is splitting me open, "to make love with you instead?"
I meet his eyes, and I know mine are wet from the effect of his words. I palm his ass, hook my feet together over his back. Stare into his eyes without blinking. "I love you, Jakob."
He fills me.
I scream at the ache of it, head thrown back against his forearm, and he bends to kiss my throat as I scream, and he growls, hunching as he slowly eases himself inside me.
Inch by inch, he splits me apart, filling me with himself. Buries himself inside me to the hilt, and he's so big, so hard, so hot, so thick, so long, so perfect. I can't breathe for how glutted I am, every synapse attuned to him, every nerve ending fused to his, reacting to him.
"Jakob, ohhh—oh god. Oh my god, Jakob, my love."
He shudders, burying his face in the hollow of my neck and shoulder. "Brys." He sounds utterly broken. "How can you love me?"
I move, tilt my hips against his. Take him deeper. "Would you ever hurt me?"
"No."
I thrust against him again, ripping a ragged groan from him. "Would you ever betray me?"
"No!"
Another thrust. "Will you lie to me?"
"Never."
