COMING DOWN THE CHIMNEY
LACY
I’m writhing. There’s no other word for it. My hands are still choking the life out of the fitted sheet as I look down to see the biggest, toothiest grin on Dalton’s face. He licks me from his lips, and it’s almost enough to make me come again.
That was the best damn head of my life. Usually, I have trouble achieving orgasm like that, but I’ve suspected for a while that Dalton knows how to please a woman. And now all of my suspicions are confirmed.
His warning about being kinky wasn’t exactly a surprise. While I didn’t know the extent of it, I’d heard rumors. Well, just one rumor actually. On one of our family trips, he and his girlfriend at the time came with us.
Despite having a huge crush on him myself, I liked this girl. We were both in the bathroom getting ready one evening, and she let it slip that Dalton had outfitted her with some type of remote-controlled vibrator she was currently wearing.
It was girl talk, so I wasn’t offended. She didn’t know about my crush. But I did find myself envious all night while also trying to completely ignore all of her facial expressions.
“You’re not tired, are you?” he asks.
I hadn’t realized it, but I shut my eyes and had been like this for several minutes as my thoughts floated back. “No, definitely not.”
“Good,” he says. “Because I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
With that, my eyes pop open, and I find myself eagerly awaiting that exact moment.
My eyes find Dalton’s, his face contorted and dark. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen until tonight, and it’s wholly unnerving in the best way. He’s stroking himself, gazing down at me. By my count, that’s two for me and none for him. And while I’m definitely not complaining, I’m also growing a little impatient to make him feel as good as I do.
Dalton reaches for something beside him, and I catch sight of the lube in his hand.
“Have you ever done this?” he asks.
Sheepishly, I shake my head as I look away, afraid that at any moment, he’ll view me as some inexperienced girl he has no business spending time with. Of course, that’s probably more my own insecurities than anything else. In fact, it probably has very little to do with him.
“Hey,” he says, calling my attention back. “That’s okay, I’m not judging you. I just want to know for the purpose of making sure you’re comfortable.”
And Dalton doesn’t look like he’s judging me. In fact, I’ve never known him to pass much judgment on anyone for anything. He’s very open in that way.
He squirts a bit of lube into his hand, then caps the bottle and throws it aside before both of his hands disappear below my eyeline.
I feel two fingers inside my pussy again, pumping softly, so I relax a bit.
“Stay relaxed, baby,” he says. “It makes it easier.”
A third finger, presumably from his other hand, presses against my tight hole. He runs the pad of his finger over it several times before slowly pressing into me.
I inhale sharply, his gaze fixed on my face, a mix of delight and concern.
“Remember the safe word,” he says.
I nod just as he deposits the rest of his finger inside me. It’s tight, providing a wildly new experience, and I think I like it. My body relaxes into the gentle hooking motion he’s making inside me as I succumb to the pleasure radiating over my entire body. Feeling both sensations at once is intense, but in a very good way.
“You’re ready,” he says after a few more strokes.
His hand moves away from me for a moment, and what returns is cool against my skin. He runs the plug over me much like he did his finger, like he’s allowing me to get used to the feeling of it. It’s different but still good.
With a few more minutes of teasing and maneuvering, it’s inside me. The plug is obviously much heavier than his finger and makes me feel full.
Dalton stares down, a hooded expression in his eyes.
“Fuck, Lace,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.”
His fingers trail almost lovingly over my pussy and lower, like he’s admiring his work.
Then, he sheaths himself with a condom and leans down over me to bring his mouth to mine. His kiss is gentle, soothing. One of his hands palms my breast while the other holds his weight above me.
“I bet you feel so good,” he says, running the head of his dick over my entrance.
I moan, not even fighting to keep myself quiet. My back arches toward him again like before. I’m desperate for this man, for this moment. I’ve played this over and over in my head throughout the years. What it would be like to touch him, to taste him. I’ve spent countless dateless nights in my bed, with my vibrator and him on my mind.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this, Lacy?”
As my name leaves his lips, he presses inside me for the first time, spreading me open. Oh fuck. Oh my god, oh fuck.
On the vacation I previously mentioned with the girlfriend and the vibrating toy, I also happened to share a wall with them in our Airbnb. I assume they thought I was asleep, but I know for a fact I heard her comment on how thick he was. And she wasn’t exaggerating.
I barely fit him in my mouth earlier, and now, between the plug and him, I feel like I’m splitting open. Not in a bad way. Rather, in the most delicious, dirty, indecent way.
I love it. I love everything about him and how he makes me feel. Hell, I might even love him. Whoa. Calm down. You’re only thinking that because of the haze of dopamine flooding your brain. Probably. And who realizes they love someone while they have a butt plug in?
“Are you okay?” Dalton asks, eyes fixed on my face.
There’s something completely adorable about him checking on me mid-fuck.
I nod, assuring him I’m more than good. And I guess that’s all he needed to let go. His pace quickens, and with each pump into me, a yummy sensation radiates from the plug.
Dalton drags in and out of me over and over again, his face beginning to contort like he might come soon. For whatever reason, this turns me on even more. There’s something about knowing I’m the one doing this to him. That I’m the one making him feel this, driving him to pleasure. So I turn the tables.
“Do I feel good?” I ask.
He nods, grunting as he pumps into me again.
“Are you going to come for me?” My breath is shaky.
“Fuck yes,” he says.
“Do it. Come inside my pussy.”
“Tell me it’s mine,” he manages to say between gritted teeth.
“This is your pussy, baby. It’s yours. It’s always been?—”
Dalton cries out, cutting me off as his orgasm rattles his entire body. He shakes and groans, dumping himself into the condom. He partially collapses onto me, still holding just enough of his weight so as not to crush me.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
And I’m inclined to agree with him. I’ve never spoken to someone like that while having sex. Then again, I’ve never had anyone speak to me the way he has either.
But I know one thing for absolute certain.
I really, really liked it.