“If you wanted to play, Collie, all you had to do was ask. Iknew right when I saw this, I’d have the time of my life stuffing your tight cunt full. Think you can handle it, baby?”
I trust him.
“A fat dildo in my pussy and blue-collar cock in my ass on a Friday night wasn’t exactly how I envisioned leaving this earth, but what a way to go.”
Teasing me, he just barely slips it inside, and I feel my body threaten to tense up at the feel of Easton’s thumb entering my rear hole. “Relax for me. I know it’s hard, but I want this to feel good for you.”
“Okay. I will,” I mumble, working through slow breaths until I feel the dildo bottom out.
“Doing okay?” he asks me, gliding the toy in and out slowly as he works on preparing my backside.
I nod, letting the fullness overtake my uncertainty. “It feels good. Keep going.”
“You look so perfect, Collie. Your trust means everything to me.”
More lube crests my hole, and at this point, I’m panting. The moment Easton’s cock replaces his thumb in my ass, stars threaten to overtake my vision completely, my body lurching forward with pleasure. He inches his cock in farther, instructing my dominant hand to pleasure myself with the dildo.
“Rotate it softly. Tease yourself while I fill this ass up.”
He inches his way inside me, and I have to verbally talk myself out of coming. “I’m so full, East. You’re filling me so good.”
The moment his cock bottoms out, a carnal growl echoes in the confines of the room. “Fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk. I need to move.”
I nod feverishly, my movement picking up speed inside my pussy. “Please. I need…”
“Shhh,” he whispers against the slickness of my back. The combination of sweat, heat, and arousal makes for a criminally erotic sensation. “I know what you need. Just let go and feel, baby. Feel what you do to me. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
Our thrusts meet in unison, and I sense the moment he’s about to explode, growls jolting from his lips with urgency. “Collie. Baby. I’m coming. I…I…I fucking lo?—”
My hips roll, the channels of my core clenching onto the overwhelming feeling. Oh, god. Oh, god. I can’t respond to his almost proclamation when the thought of hearing those three words alone has my orgasm at the cusp of zipping through me. His body falls against my back, wasting no time in taking over the driving of the dildo inside of me.
His cock is buried to the hilt. The toy fills me completely. And all it takes is the rubbing of my clit with his other hand to send me spiraling. “Fuck my pussy, Easton. Don’t stop. I’m coming. Yesss.”
“Take it, Collie. Take everything I am and make it yours.”
Nothing perfect in this world could measure up to what Easton has begun to mean to me. He’s the farthest thing from perfect, and I think that’s what makes us so right for each other.
Because in the stillness of moments like this, where the world is nothing but an outside thought, our connection is the only thing to exist. It’s the only thing that matters.
Isn’t that what life is meant to feel like? Heartfelt moments that make us forget just how twisted our population is. They serve as an escape from imprisonment and provide hope. Hope within a person who loves us like an equal. Because there’s no limit on love when it’s authentic.
I’d like to think that’s the goal.
A goal I’m confident I’ve reached, despite spending years running from it.
“I love you, Easton,” I whisper against the mattress, my body falling limp.
He pulls his cock free, easing the dildo out gently, and flips me to my back with gentleness. Much different than the rough fucking we just experienced. He steadies himself above me, whiskey eyes melting with mine, and for the first time in my life, I experience what it feels like to be genuinely loved in return.
Without contingencies. Without expectations. But anagapelove.
Agape.
Not the biblical kind. But the selfless kind of love given without cost from an imperfect person. That’s what Easton and I are—two imperfect people who somehow found a way to stumble upon the person who understands them.
“I love you back doesn’t feel adequate enough. My love for you surpasses that, Collie. It’s a love I was never convinced I’d get to experience firsthand. Turns out, it’s even better than I hoped.”
“Can I ask you something?” Easton tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and lies at my side. Tucking me into his arm, he holds me close and whispers, “Of course.”
