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“You keep doing that, I won’t last for the butt stuff,” I joke, my voice coming out husky and unsteady.
She pulls off with a pop, her eyes lighting with mischief as she reaches for the dildo again, already shiny and slick.
“Do you trust me?” she asks, and her eyes find mine, some of the humor fading.
Considering our past, what we’ve been through, what I believed—that’s a loaded question, one I’ll never take lightly. I thread my fingers into the curls at her nape, my smile coming quickly despite this new territory I’m not sure about. “You know I do.”
“Okay then.” She rubs my thigh soothingly. “I’m going to spread you a little, first with my fingers.”
“The fuck?” I sit up on reflex, but her hand presses my chest, sending me back to the bed.
“Just a little. It might feel like some pressure, but I’m just getting you—”
“How about you don’t talk me through every step. Just… do what you need to do.”
“I promise it’ll feel good,” she says, and slides one slick finger slowly in just a little.
I tense immediately and she stops.
“I need you to relax,” she says, holding my eyes with hers. “And let me in.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax completely, letting herpush in a few centimeters more. She takes a few minutes, working in a little deeper and then adding a second finger, scissoring them, spreading me. After a few seconds, she takes my dick back into her mouth. It distracts me from the pressure, the nudging at my hole, and I lose myself again in the wet heat of her mouth.
I don’t know exactly when it starts to feel better, easier, but by the time she eases the toy inside, my balls are so full, my dick is so hard, and I’m so on the edge, I barely notice.
Until I do.
“Shit!” I bow up off the bed, instinctively resisting the intrusion. “That’s… a lot, Vee.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers, kissing my knee, my leg, caressing my balls. “I got you. It’s already in. I’m gonna push in just a lil’ bit more.”
More?
She breaches the first ring of muscle, and my breath stutters in my chest. It’s so much pressure.
“Now bear down,” she instructs.
I do, and it eases in a little more. She pushes in and out, shallow thrusts that build some kind of new heat in my belly.
“Oh,” I breathe. “Okay.”
I’m not sure if it feels good or if I’m just imagining that line of fire building from the base of my spine and fanning out over what feels like my whole body. And then the toy hits…somethinginside of me that lifts my hips up off the mattress.
“Holy shit!” I yell. “What was…”
She hits it again, and again, and again, as if now that she knows where to aim she’ll just target that until-now-hidden spot inside me that has my eyes crossing and my fists clenching the sheets.
“Vee…” I gasp. “Babe, you gotta… fuuuuuuuck.”
“I know.” Having found her rhythm, she takes me in her mouth again.
I writhe and twist, the tandem of her mouth on me and the toy inside nailing that spot over and over—it’s unbearable in the absolute best way. She holds me in place with a hand on my hip and my dick in her mouth.
“Vee, I’m gonna come.” I knot my hand in her hair, probably too hard. “Shit. Sorry.”
She pops off long enough to say, “You can pull. I like it.”
“Thank God,” I mumble, gripping the thick curls like they are the only thing tethering me to earth. “I can’t… babe… it’s gonna…”
