I start to hope he’ll push inside me, but… Gabriel lifts himself up and unexpectedly says, "Will you ride me?"
I stare at him for a moment, gaping a bit.
To be honest, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never imagined that position. I’m interested in dominance in life, but in bed? I guess I have more of a pillow prince nature, and that position feels like taking the more active, leading role. But I decide to try, because why not.
Gabriel lies back, pushing the blanket aside, and I look at his thick, hard cock and feel a flicker of panic at the thought of climbing onto the meaty rod.
"I’m not sure my fitness level allows for that," I murmur skeptically.
"I’ll help you," Gabriel says in a low, sensual tone, watching me with narrowed eyes.
"Okay, I can try."
Being open to challenges means I should follow through.
I lift myself over him, swinging a leg across his hips, watching his face with a hint of anxiousness, but his expression is completely free of it. He looks relaxed, pleased, aroused.
I slowly raise myself, take hold of his shaft, guide it into position, and press it against my entrance.
It feels strange, almost stressful.
As I start lowering my hips slowly, tucking him deeper and deeper inside me, his thickness fills me tightly, right to the edge of comfort. My petals spread wide, my passage stretched.
I bite my lip lightly but don’t sink all the way down. I’m not mentally ready for that yet.
So I begin to lift myself, starting at about halfway, but I immediately realize this won’t be easy or last very long, because my muscles start protesting almost right away.
Gabriel isn’t just thick, he’s super long too, which means the range of motion becomes significant, but he immediately understands what’s going on with me. He slides a pillow under his head to raise himself slightly, then grabs my hips and starts helping me, pushing me upward.
It feels a little strange, the way we move together. He’s lifting most of my weight, raising my ass with steady force, while I’m doing maybe thirty percent of the work, mostly lowering myself back down.
But even that is enough to leave me breathless. The intense internal stimulation is starting to have a powerful effect.
His cock rubs against my prostate perfectly, hitting all the right places, even much deeper, which surprises me.
To be honest, I’ve always been afraid of the deep penetration feeling, of what would happen if I had sex and a cock brushed against the entrance to my uterus.
During the surgery, the doctors left the muscular ring that closes off the entrance, but removed the organ itself. Now, because of this position, Gabriel’s cock is massaging that very ring, and it feels strangely pleasurable, which amazes me.
I struggle with myself and with my body, conflicting emotions, because on one hand, that ring, the remnant of what Iused to have, stirs unease and bitterness in me, but at the same time it feels like a glimpse of what might one day become my reality: breeding orgasms.
I know I can’t experience that kind of pleasure yet, since it’s inseparably tied to the uterus and its contractions, but even this ring of muscle is giving me a new, unexpected sensation, and I want to believe… it’s the beginning of my healing.
So I push aside everything that used to hold me back, the fear, the shame, the sense of being mutilated, and let myself drift, hoping for a new future and allowing the pleasure that’s quickly building to push through my blocks.
I squeeze my eyes shut and tilt my head back, feeling as if that energy is carrying me upward, light and shimmering, like a rising current. It’s so liberating that I don’t even know exactly when I come, exploding into a radiant fountain of pleasure.
My body is wracked by such a powerful climax that it arches back on its own, intensifying the pressure against my prostate.
I’m still not used to the strange, ecstatic feeling of the orgasm itself, the unavoidable sensation of losing control, falling over the edge, but I discover that it’s wild and liberating, and I enjoy it thoroughly.
I thrust my hips up, barely needing his help anymore, feeling the dampness on my skin, sweat running down my temples, but I don’t care. I can feel him pulsing inside me too, his pleasure resonating through my own nervous system.
Our joint release is so strong that drops of my semen land on his chest, and some even reach his face.
I look at him through half-lidded eyes, panting. Gabriel gives me a small smile, then rubs his cheek, collects a drop of my semen, and deliberately licks it off his finger.
I want to say something, make a joke, but the only strength I have left is enough to roll my eyes before I collapse onto his chest.
