Chapter 14 #2
Oh shit. Yes. Somehow, this thought aroused me even more. I let go of his cock—albeit a bit reluctantly—and bit my lip when he settled more comfortably between my spread legs.
That was it. Filbur was going to fuck me. I was—
“This will hurt a little,” he breathed out, rubbing his vibrating length on my clit. “I am sorry. I will go as slow as possible.”
I knew it would. It took me a few times to not feel the uncomfortable pinching feeling from his fingers alone.
But I also knew Filbur had been nothing but kind and careful when it came to me.
I knew that, no matter the pain, he would do his best to still make this good for me, even if it took away his own pleasure.
“This will also not last long, and I am sorry for that.” He shifted his hips enough for his tip to slide down and stop at my soaked entrance. Both of our breath hitched and mingled as he slowly entered me.
Although my brain could tune out the slight pain, my body still tensed as he pushed through the resistance.
“I am sorry,” he kept whispering in the crook of my neck, one of his hands braced next to my head for support while the other grasped my hip to hold me in place. “I am so sorry.”
And then a sharp pain, just before he sank all the way in. Not forcefully, but like the resistance gave. Something between a whimper and a moan escaped me as he stilled, releasing a breathy curse.
“Fuck, Tammy. Is this—are you okay?”
I nodded, the motion jerky and quick. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
His hand left my hip to snake around my waist, adjusting my position without him having to move.
“Is this good?” he asked, lifting my ass from the couch, the motion making him feel impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, I—I feel so full…”
“Does this hurt?” he asked, panting and dropping soft kisses on my neck. Along my jaw. Against my lips.
It did, but the pain was fading. “Not anymore.”
He let out a deep moan, the sound muffled by our kiss as he slowly pulled back a couple of inches before thrusting back in. Warmth started swirling in my lower belly, intensified when he stopped our kiss to stare into my eyes just as he thrust back and forth again.
“Oh god.” My voice broke on the word.
“Good?” he asked again and I nodded, frantic. “Good.” He pulled back completely and I whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Get on all fours.”
My eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
He squeezed my hip, encouraging me to follow his direction. I did, blushing at my sudden position. “Place your hands on the backrest.”
“Why?” I asked as I did just what he asked.
“So I can still hold you close”—he slid one arm around my waist and a hand around my throat to softly pull my head back, our eyes meeting—“and look at you.”
“But…Why not—”
“Your internal pleasure point is not on the right side,” he breathed out as he entered me again. My eyes widened at the foreign feeling. Okay, this is new. “You will feel more like this.”
And feel more I did. The seven soft spikes vibrated against my G-spot one after the other. On the way in, yes, but also on the way out. My legs were already shaking.
“Fuck—”
“Still good?” he asked, but his voice was strained.
“Filbur, if you—oh shit…If you don’t stop I’m gonna drench your couch even more, it’s—”
He didn’t. My husband was apparently more than happy to ruin his furniture as his pace increased.
His moans mixed with mine and I cried out when I felt the water suddenly dripping down my legs.
His eyes flared, his hold on my throat tightened, refusing to let me look away as the purple suddenly rushed to his face.
He groaned through gritted teeth as his warm cum filled me, his spikes emptying themselves one after the other, his length throbbing with each shot.
“Fuck, Tammy…This water thing is really playing some trick on me.”
He softly let go of my throat and I chuckled, falling forward until my forehead was resting between my hands on the backrest.
“I will need to buy a few reflecting glasses for the house,” he said, nuzzling the back of my head.
“Why’s that?”
He nipped at my shoulder and I shuddered. “Because I do not wish to break your neck but I do want to see your face every time I make you come.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “You do?”
He dropped soft kisses along my spine. “I do. And I want to make you come a lot.”
Although I could feel his cock softening, he didn’t pull out. “How much furniture are you trying to ruin?” I asked playfully.
He leaned forward, just enough to catch my eyes with his confused gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I waterboarded your poor couch.” We both looked down. “And it’s white too. That’ll be a pain to wash.”
He looked back at me, shaking his head in a dismissive way.
“The fabric we use to make most of our furniture is water repellant. I will just have to wipe it with a cloth.” What?
One of his brow rose, amused. “We live near the sea. Spend a lot of time in it when we are not migrating between places. Of course our furniture can handle a bit of water.”
He pulled out slowly and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. The next second, his hand was covering my core, trapping his cum inside.
“So you can be sure I will make you squirt everywhere without an inch of guilt.”