Chapter 24
I want your ass exposed so you can stroke yourself properly. You need to get your fingers in there.
I closed my eyes, heightening the sensation. It was an easy journey with my lube-covered hand travelling to my ass.
The bed creaked as I shifted, getting more comfortable before I used my fingers to spread my cheeks. I held myself still, exposing myself to the empty room.
I groaned as I gave myself another full stroke, spreading the lube as my thumb found my slit and I drew it out.
I’m here.
Good. Because I’m about to grab your ass and press my face into you, and I want you to be ready.
My mouth dried as I pressed two fingers to my asshole. Sparks flew around me, up through my ass, over my hips. I opened my legs until the stretch ached. I felt so needy, like my asshole was begging for it. As soon as I put my attention there, I could feel how much I wanted what Molly wanted.
Another text came through before I went any further.
Do it for me, Harry. Finger yourself.
The repeated request had me pushing through my doubts and touching the hard, ridged skin. I moaned from the back of my throat.
It was different, tender. My cock was hard, my ass exposed. The tingling pleasure that came from just one brush shouldn’t set off so much inside me. But it was uncovering a need I had been pushing down since Molly and I started drifting apart.
What’s next?
I gave a breathy sigh.
What do you want me to do?
Now, you’re going to push that thick finger of yours into your ass.
My breath stuttered as I pressed against my ass. I wanted to feel what it would be like, but even the simple push of two of my fingers felt like it would be too much. But I still tried.
It’s good.
It’s so good.
I groaned as my fingers slipped inside.
I didn’t know if she wanted me to go slowly, but I needed the feeling too much to stop.
You’re going to go all the way in for me, Harry.
You’re going to get your finger in deep enough so I can hear your moans from my bedroom.
I matched the thrust of my fingers with the strokes of my cock, each fresh push taking me deeper until the bent knuckles of my hand hit against my ass cheeks, spreading me further.
This is amazing. I don’t know why we didn’t do this before.
It’s been too long.
It really has. I miss you so much. Especially like this.
I moaned again as I pushed my fingers as deep as I could go.
I’ll be with you again soon. Just wait for me.
My heart twisted, and I let out a small cry, a combination of need and pain that it had taken us so much time to find ourselves again.
Are you all the way in? Because I want you to bend your finger, to find that sweet spot inside you.
You know what I mean, don't you?
“Oh, God!” My whole body jerked as I pressed hard against my prostate. Lust burst through me, rushing out to every place in my body, setting me alight. I groaned, deep and low, not wasting a second as I pressed harder.
With one touch, my thighs shook, my hand losing grip on my cock just because it was so intense.
How about you go faster? Why don’t you start rubbing your cock?
I matched the rhythm of my cock to my pulsing fingers, racing towards an orgasm that was coming so hard and fast that I didn’t think I could stop it.
It was too good. There was no way I could hold back when the pleasure was so intense. And it took on a new tone. Because I didn’t just want to come, I wanted to be held.
Moaning louder, I felt myself falling into pure emotion as the orgasm swelled.
I was gasping and panting; the sound echoing around me as I imagined how intense it would be if someone else did this to me.
Someone who would whisper in my ear, pulling back to look down at me with love before kissing me with uncontrollable passion.
And it hurt. It hurt to think how much I wanted to experience it when Molly was so far away. And that was the hard part. It wasn’t specifically her I wanted. It could be anyone, as long as they touched me.
My thighs shuddered, the back of my head aching from how hard it pressed against the solid wooden headboard supporting me.
I kept pumping myself, not wanting to lose this feeling. Just one more stroke, one more press in my ass and I could get there.
Are you close?
You better not come without me.
It was too late.
I pushed further in, my ass so tender as I twitched around my fingers. And my need and longing for someone to be with me heightened.
Crying out, I thrust upwards, bringing my hand hard on the base of my cock, passion shivering through my hips as my ass thudded on the bed and I moaned at the impact.
Spurts of cum had landed easily on my thighs, and I loved the way it stained my pink skin.
Tingles raced through me, the awkward position only making my pleasure more extreme.
I squeezed the tip of my cock, so sensitive that it almost stung, but it made my legs spasm and my ass grip my fingers more tightly as I started to pull them out.
Everything was hot, every nerve in my body was on fire as I rubbed my ass on the bed, writhing my hips, pulling out the last dregs of my orgasm.
I clutched my cock as I forced myself to relax. Clenching my eyes, I focused on my breath so I could feel everything running through my body.
My neck arched as I slouched, my heart thundering as I panted from the full force of the pleasure that had taken me.
Was that good?
I stretched to grab a tissue from the bedside table, wiping my fingers as I scanned the texts visible on the screen. “I loved it,” I said quietly, filled with a soft, warm haze that surrounded me.
I slid down on the bed, falling onto my side.
I let go of everything, one hand on my cock as I brought my knees up, holding myself while my thighs shook.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, that it had felt so intense.
But it was because of her, because she reached out.
She connected us again, and I didn’t know if words could express how grateful I was.
Even though I wanted to lie there and bask in the feeling, I didn’t want her to think I’d forgotten her.
I’m sorry I came before you said I could.
I squeezed my eyes closed, already expecting another argument. I'd become used to leaving her unsatisfied in every area of our life. There was a quick tremor in my hand as another text came through, and I forced myself to read it.
You’ll have to make it up to me later.
I promise I will.
I replied with relief, before I shifted my hips. My body was so light with pleasure that it didn’t matter where I ached, or what I looked like now.
I considered calling her. In my post-orgasm haze, all I wanted was to hear Molly murmuring in my ear, telling me she loved me with that easy smile of hers.
But I just stayed there, holding myself, my skin warm against the cool air of my room.
I wanted to show her that I could try. We could still make something of it again. All I had to do was keep connecting with her. Then we could push through the murky memories of our past and create fresh ones to build our future together.