“Iz?”
“I-I’ve just never. . . done this face-to-face before.”
I try to lean forward, wanting to place my head in the crook of his neck, but he stops me. His warm brown eyes are serious as he scans my face.
In the past, I’ve always been situated with my arse in the air while the man takes me from behind.
This is different. I’ve begged him all day to fuckme, but now it seems too much. Too intimate to take his cock up my arse while those brown eyes pierce into me the whole time.
He adds another finger into my ass, and I clamp down harder on my lower lip.
“I like looking at you, baby,” he says, licking his lip. “I like filling you up with my cum. But I want you to enjoy it too. Okay?”
I nod, slightly too dazed as he adds another finger, working my arse.
“Get me ready,” he orders.
I pour more lube on his cock, jerking him off. He takes the bottle from me, and my breath is sharp when the cold liquid splatters on my arse.
He grabs my waist, positioning us. I tense when I feel his thick cock at my back entrance.
“Breathe,” he whispers, pulling me down on his cock. It’s just an inch, and my legs shake. He brushes my hair back, his voice soft. “That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Whatever you need.”
I sit down further, my breath catching. His fingers pinch my nipples, and I sink further.
“Fuck, Isolde.” His eyes close, and his jaw clenches. The look on his face is all my doing. “Just like that, baby.”
I pull his hands away from my nipples, placing them on my hips. He pulls me down on his cock, and I gasp. For several seconds, we breathe together, adjusting.
I fall forward, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest.
He runs a hand down my back. His thrusts are shallow at first, the metal of his piercings rubbing inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he breathes.
“Fuck me,” I plead, clinging to him.
He drives into me, his fingers bruising my waist. I let him use me, let him control the pace. My nipples are extra sensitive, and I’m panting as he takes what he wants.
“Tris. . .”
He tilts my body so my clit rubs against his groin, and I cry out. He slaps my arse, fucking through my orgasm.
“Please. . .”
I want him to come inside me. I want to feel his cum coating my arse. I’ve never had a breeding kink—I don’t even want kids—but I want his cum to mark me.
His kiss is brutal as he thrusts so deep, I’m afraid I’ll tear. But I don’t care when he pinches my clit and I come again just as he fills me up.
“What do you like for aftercare?” I ask him as I’m rubbing moisturizer on my cheeks. “Do you want me to get you some pajamas?”
He smirks. “Baby, I don’t wear pajamas to sleep in.”
“Oh.” My toes curl into the bathmat.
I swap my towel for the giant T-shirt he brought me. “Do you want me to get you some water? Or food?”
We could send Luis out for pizza like we discussed earlier.
