Chapter 7 – Richard #2
I nod my head in understanding, well he did give me permission to move, but talk about what? I don’t think confessing my true feelings is going to make any difference. We both want different things, and since his racing has changed, I think his focus should be on the world championship, not me.
“I think I’m going to take this slow. I think you need to learn what happens when you lie to me,” David says.
The ‘no’ I want to scream is on the tip of my tongue. I need him. Need to feel him inside me. Feel the stretch as his dick slides in and out of me. I don’t want to take it slow. The only way I would want him to take it slow is if he was pushing inside without prep.
“You look like you don’t like the sound of that,” David smirks. “How badly do you want me? You can answer.”
“Please,” I beg, “I need to feel you. I cannot wait.”
The smirk on David’s face grows wider at my pleading. “You’ll wait. I want to savour this moment. After all, you told me it’s going to happen again.”
David shifts and grabs a pillow. “Raise your arse for me,” and I do as I’m instructed. At this moment, I’m not going to deny him anything if it means I can feel him inside me sooner. “Keep your knees bent and feet flat on the bed.”
Then the top of the lube bottle is popped open, and I watch as David squeezes some onto his palm and around his fingers.
He moves onto his knees and shuffles forward.
If he wanted to, from this angle, he could slam into my waiting hole; instead, I feel a cold finger trace around my entrance, and he pushes inside me.
A gasp falls from my mouth. He only has the tip of his finger inside me, but I feel deliciously full, and it’s only going to get better.
As David pushes more of his finger inside, I have to take a deep breath.
My orgasm is already building, and I don’t want to come until David’s dick is seated in me, but I haven’t been given permission to come, either.
“You’re so tight,” David mutters, as I feel a kiss being placed on my knee. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my dick.”
His words cause another groan to emit at just the thought of David’s dick filling me, and I so want to ask him to please stop with the fingers. That I can take it, that he doesn’t need to stretch me. But I can’t. David is the one in control here.
David adds a second finger, and I can’t help but raise my hips, and tilt my head back, trying to get more of his fingers. Get them in deep, but all it does is make David pull his fingers out of me. Making me feel empty.
“Oh no. I said I was going to take my time. If you do that again, you are going to have to stay still,” David tells me, and I wait for permission to be given so I can answer him, but it doesn’t come.
All he does is slowly, painfully slowly, push his fingers back inside me.
Pulling on my restraints, I pull my lip into my mouth to stop myself from bearing down on his fingers.
I cannot afford to lose the ability to move.
“Oh, God,” tumbles from my mouth. “So good.”
“It’s only going to get better,” David replies, as he pushes his two fingers all the way in.
David starts to move his fingers in and out of me, until they’re moving without resistance. Only then does he begin to scissor his fingers, stretching me wider, and I swear, he makes my toes curl.
“I so want to add a third finger, but I have to say, if I don’t get my dick into you soon, I think I might explode.”
David picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some onto his hand which he then smooths over his dick. I brace myself, knowing any second, I’m going to feel the pressure of his dick as he pushes inside me. But the pressure never comes. David is squeezing more lube into his hand.
The next thing I feel is his hand wrapped around my dick.
He slowly glides his hand up and down, running his thumb over the head, yet again.
He knows how sensitive it is. I can feel my pulse rate increasing already, and then, finally, I can feel pressure at my entrance as David begins to push inside.
He pauses for a moment, and I know that it’s to allow my body to adjust to the intrusion. David’s fingers are big, but they’re nothing compared to his dick, plus, he worried me that he wanted to savour the moment.
“Fuck, you feel good,” David pants out, and when I look at him, I can see the strain on his face. It’s taking everything in him not to push inside me quickly.
With every inch, David takes his time, until he reaches the tight ring of muscle. He pauses, takes a deep breath, and pulls out slightly before slamming home into me.
“Argh!” I scream out, pulling on my binds.
Only when I’ve calmed down, does David begin to slide back out of me.
But he isn’t in any rush, and I have no idea how long he spends just serenely pushing himself in and out of me.
Like the rest of the evening, it’s a delicious torture.
David has never been this forceful with me.
I’ve wanted it, but he never fully went there.
God, I’m glad he did tonight. Maybe I should have lied to him sooner.
David takes hold of my dick and strokes me as he slowly pushes in and out of me. My orgasm is there, building again. I clench, tightening around David’s dick, when he suddenly pulls out of me. Denying me my orgasm one more time.
“No!” I scream, finally letting the emotion drown me. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, and I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes.”
Opening them, I see David hovering above me.
I hadn’t even felt him move. Both his hands are beside my head as he leans down and kisses me.
It’s gentle at first, just the briefest of kisses, but then he kisses me, once more.
Harder this time and his tongue is pushing inside my mouth.
Twisting and turning with mine. Our moans mingle together.
David, suddenly, pushes backward, and I can feel his hands on my knees as he pushes his dick back in slightly before slamming home. Hitting my prostate, causing me to lift off the bed and scream out, “David.”
David doesn’t move for a moment, hands resting on my knees. When I look at him, I see a small bead of sweat run down the side of his face. Showing how much he’s trying to control himself, as he waits for my body to adjust around him.
Picking up one of my legs from the bed, he rests it on his shoulder, elevating my ass, and changing the angle.
David moves in slightly, and finally, begins to increase his pace.
From this position, he’s able to hit my prostate on every thrust into my body.
Pleasure like no other travels over my body.
“Oh,” I manage to get out on the next thrust into me.
“You are not to come until I say so,” David demands, as he increases his pace, once more hitting my prostate.
I control my breathing as I will my orgasm to stay put when David drops my leg, leans over my shoulder, and pulls on my tie, freeing my hands. David has never done this before, and I have no idea what to do. Should I touch him? I was never given permission for that.
“Touch yourself,” comes David’s command, and I take hold of my dick, and David picks up both my legs, and rests them on his shoulders once more. I match my rhythm to his, and my orgasm is right there. I don’t think I can stop it this time when David finally shouts, “come!”
My orgasm rockets through my body, cum shooting all over my chest, and my arse clenches around David, who is breathing heavily, and coming just as hard. His orgasm is just as consuming as mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” David breathes out, as he collapses on top of me, and my hands instantly wrap around him, holding him close to me. I can feel his heart beating as fast as my own.
The air is still around us as the words David said registers with us. David stills in my arms, not moving. I have known David loved me, but until this second, he had never uttered them to me, and the weight of them hangs there.
We both know that there is no going back from here. What happened in this room tonight has changed everything, and I don’t know whether to be scared or ecstatic.