Chapter 47 #2
I panted through it, gripping the blankets so hard, my knuckles ached. It took so much from me. Sweat rolled down the back of my neck as I twitched on the bed, struggling to calm down.
“Deep breath,” he murmured.
I sucked in a lungful, the breath catching in my throat when his thumb touched my hole. “Fuck, Denali—”
“Your hole’s still wet.” He was pleased, his eyes trailing up and down my body. “Do you think that’s from me eating your ass? Or your pussy dripping from how much you loved it?”
“Oh. Fuck,” I hissed.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Denali switched fingers, rubbing his middle finger in tight, small circles. The desperation pulsed within, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Shove your cock in my ass,” I pleaded. “Please, please, please—”
Denali eased in his finger, and I gasped in pleasure, squirming on the bed. He closed his eyes. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “I can’t stand waiting—”
His finger pushed in and out, testing my limits.
For as much as I trembled, the orgasm had used up most of my energy, it was like a muscle relaxer.
I knew I could take so much more now. We could jump into anal—we didn’t have to build me up.
Denali needed to understand that, but he ignored my pleas, his eyes closed tight.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted.
He kept the vibrator against my clit with his right hand and eased a finger in with his left. He was breathing heavier than I was, each breath more unsteady. His hips moved subconsciously, humping the air—stopping when he realized what he was doing—just to start up again.
“You want to fuck me, fuck me,” I gasped out.
His voice was throaty. “You’re distracting me.”
“Just go slow—we’ll go slow, please—”
“No.”
“Denali—”
“Zariah,” he interjected, his middle finger sliding all the way in. I moaned, shaking, and Denali curled his finger inside. “I’m not going to hurt you. I can’t.”
Tears sprung up. “Please.”
Denali leaned over me, his finger deep in my ass, the vibrator making love to my clit. His stare electrified me, his dark eyes drinking me in. “Out there, you set the pace. In here, I do. Because you don’t know what you need. I do.”
I fell silent, gazing at him. All I could do was nod.
“Let me take control,” he rasped.
Nobody else could comfort me like he could, bring me higher than he could. If I trusted anyone to take control, it was him. Nodding, I finally found my words, my voice wobbly. “I love you.”
Denali dipped down to crash his lips to mine. His finger eased out of my hole, his hips pressing against the vibrator, pushing it between us. His weight increased the friction against my clit. I cried out and Denali disappeared, taking his place once again.
“I love you more,” he murmured, lubing up two fingers to ease inside of me.
Denali was methodical, gently rocking into me so I’d get used to the sensation.
It was fucking amazing. Part of it was the sensation, part of it was the taboo feeling of it, and Denali’s excitement made everything a hundred times better.
He cursed under his breath, fucking me faster with his fingers.
Denali upped it to three fingers and that was where our foreplay met its match. I froze, uncomfortable for a moment, and Denali stopped for more lube, drizzling it on my hole.
“My cock is thicker than this,” he murmured. “Breathe with me. I know you can take more.”
Our breathing evened as we exhaled together. The extra lube made all the difference and my muscles relaxed, letting him fuck me how he wanted.
“Thank you.” He sighed, pleased, and pulled his fingers out altogether, lining up his cock. Fuck, he was bigger. He rubbed the head of his cock along my hole, smearing me with precum. “Thank you, baby. I love my reward.”
The penetration was so slow, I could feel every twitch. His cock was fat and heavy, stroking my nerves. The vibrator kept me pliant, overstimulating me enough that I couldn’t tense up for long. Leaving me no choice but to submit to the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Zariah. There we go. Oh, god, thank you. Fucking thank you. Fuck.”
The intensity brought me to a whole other plane of existence. I was numb, I was sensitive, I was dripping with sweat, dripping with need. I couldn’t stop shaking, I’d never felt more alive.
Denali fucked me for real. The long, lovely thrusts left me arching on the bed, pulling him closer to fuck me from a new angle.
“I’m going to cum deep in your ass,” he muttered, pounding into me.
“Are you close?” I breathed out, hopeful. I was so close, I could taste the orgasm, and I loved cumming together. Nothing else compared.
“No.” He kissed me harder, speaking along my lips. “Fuck, I’m holding off, I want to enjoy it.”
“Holding off?” I tried to keep the whine out of my voice. “I want to cum together—”
“Timing won’t work out, you have a man with great stamina.” He grinned, pleased. “Fuck, I love your ass—”
I refused to go along with ‘timing won’t work out.’ I wanted my perfect orgasm before we met up with everybody. Cumming apart wasn’t nearly as fun.
The solution was obvious.
“I’m going to make you cum,” I panted.
He hummed with pleasure, kissing me. “You always make me cum. God, I love fucking you.”
No, I needed to make him cum now, because I wanted him to cum with me.
How could I do that?
I looped my fingers around his neck, tugging him closer. “Denali?”
“Yeah, baby?” he groaned.
“Did you order the rings?”
His hips stuttered to a stop, but that didn’t last. His cock was buried in a warm, willing hole, and on a primal level, Denali wanted to fuck. His thrusts were shallow as he struggled to answer.
“The—uh—” He squeezed his eyes shut, his words stumbling over each other. “We’re—we’re not on a timeline, you don’t have to—”
“Did you order our engagement rings?”
A blush crossed his face. “Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Denali’s eyes flew open, his breathing taking on a new note, panting hard, hovering above me. His cock throbbed in my ass. He was too overwhelmed, lost the original rhythm and couldn’t get it back.
“Zariah,” he panted, humping into me. “Fuck—”
I tugged him closer. “Good job, baby.”
“Zariah—”
“I—I love you,” I whispered.
“Riah—fuck—please—”
I squeezed him tighter, rubbing my cheek against his. “I can’t wait to wear your ring—”
Denali slammed his hips against mine, fucking me with no rhyme, no reason, just thrusting his cock deep inside my ass. My orgasm was already so close, it pulsed from the inside out.
“I can’t stop,” he gasped. “I—I can’t stop—”
“Don’t stop,” I urged. “Keep going.”
The orgasm swelled inside as Denali’s shoulders tensed.
Our fucking was desperate, we clung to each other, the vibrator pressed so deep into my skin, I was shaking with it.
The climax barreled into me, ripping a scream from my throat and Denali shuddered.
His voice became deeper and scratchier as he spilled inside my ass, swearing under his breath.
With shaking hands, I grabbed the vibrator and tossed it to the ground. Denali trembled above me, his face buried in my neck.
“That was intense,” I breathed out.
“I didn’t…” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to cum—”
“I made you cum, baby.”
“Oh.”
“I wanted us to cum together.” Exhaustion hit and I drooped, snuggling into him. “Sorry, I should’ve been more clear. You did exactly what I wanted.”
“Good,” he breathed out in relief. “Because I—I don’t cum early.”
“It’s fine if you do.”
“I don’t,” he insisted. “Seriously, it was that one time in a storage closet. Never again.”
Storage closet? I frowned and it took real effort to do that with how tired I was. “Like…five years ago?”
He nodded, silent.
“Uh…I don’t care if you cum early, Denali. Your refractory period is usually pretty good, and I already came, so it really doesn’t matter to me." I kissed his jaw. "I’m not worried about it. You shouldn’t be either. It’s not a big deal.”
I could tell he didn’t believe me, which was so odd. We had amazing sex, why did it matter if he happened to cum early? And even if that did happen, he ate my pussy and my ass for a two-course meal. He could’ve came in three seconds and I wouldn’t have said anything.
But if this was something he was hung up about, I didn’t want that. I wanted Denali to feel good.
I squeezed him tight. “That was amazing. Top tier. Five stars. My compliments to the chef.”
I could feel his lips raise for a smile. “Yeah?”
“You wore me out. Thank you, baby.”
Denali was quiet for a moment. “And?”
“And?”
“I love…?”
“I love you,” I murmured, breathless at his prompt.
He kissed my hair. “I love you too.”