I like the weight of her over me. #4
“What’s it… what are you going to do?” My stomach twists with excited energy, and even though I’m pretty sure I know she’s going to shove that thing up my ass and find my elusive prostate, I need to hear her say it.
“I’m going to massage your prostate with it,” she says simply, closing the lube and letting it drop to the bed.
“I want to make you cum, Laney,” I protest, sounding a little desperate I realize, but to let me touch that perfect, pink wet pussy and then take it away? Cruel.
Also, I see why men become obsessed with sex. She was so soft. Her pussy was so warm and slick. My cock is leaking just at the thought of it. Sinking my cock inside of that? My head spins a little at just the fantasy of it.
She blinks at me, her lubed toy and hands stilling over my groin. “This is about you. Getting you experienced and confident. This isn’t about my orgasms.”
“But it can be mutual, can’t it?”
Worry etches her forehead for a second, but she scoots closer, and before I have time to ask her what’s going on in her naughty, beautiful brain, she strokes a fingertip up my taint, then starts to massage my heavy sac.
I can’t help but let a feral groan slip out. The sight of my hand on her pussy will be etched into my brain for all eternity, and right now, it’s all I can see as I try not to cum through this cage as she strokes my balls.
“Are you ready?” Those three words are a whisper as they roll over my body, my core flooding with goosebumps at the delicate and foreboding intensity of them.
I nod. “Yes.”
Slowly, she drives a lubed finger through the split of my ass, the tip circling my hole. My instincts have me jerking back toward the headboard a little, but she claps a sticky hand down on my thigh, keeping me immobile. “It’s okay; I’m going to go slow and ease into it, okay?”
The way she alternates from tough to soft has me falling deeper and deeper. She knows what I want and need before I do, and I don’t think I’ll ever find that again. I really don’t.
She leans forward, trailing the tip of her tongue along the metallic ridges of my chastity cage.
My cock can hardly feel her, but still, the sight of it has precum spurting freely from me, making a mess on my groin and lower belly.
She swipes her fingers through it, then drops her hand beneath my balls.
A moment later, her precum-coated fingers are working their way inside me.
There’s a strange burning as she slowly saws her fingers in and out of my ass, but once she’s all the way in with her hand butted up to my cheeks, the discomfort has subsided.
“Does it still hurt?” she asks, slowly curling her two fingers inside me.
My mouth is dry and sticking together; I don’t try for words.
Instead, I just shake my head no as my thighs begin to quake.
My belly is full of a new pressure, one that makes me want to wiggle and writhe against the mattress.
But I don’t, because I also don’t want to move and lose this feeling.
Widening my legs, I bear down on her fingers, earning me the best reward yet.
“Ah, there you go. Let it feel good,” she purrs, making my cock spit a little more. A moment later, she’s sliding her fingers from me, leaving me hollow and yearning. Straining my neck, I look down at her between my legs as she eases the wand inside me.
A few months ago, I’d only shown my cock to a doctor, and I wasn’t even calling it a cock.
I was saying penis like some goody two-shoes virgin.
Now Delane is fucking my ass with a vibrator, and I’m pretty sure that even though I’ll be sore tomorrow, I fucking love it, and I’ll want it more and more.
The pressure builds as the toy takes me, the knot of unreleased arousal growing impressively large in my belly. I’ve never wanted to cum so badly and yet had my orgasm be so elusive.
Once the wand is fully seated, she flicks it on, and from deep in my ass comes a low, rumbling purr.
My cock struggles to get erect within the metal, and my balls thrum with the rippling vibrations of the toy.
And something deep inside me begins to swell.
My orgasm grows like a snowball gaining size as it tumbles hillside.
Each moment, it grows bigger and bigger until she takes her hand away, leaving the wand to shake and tremble inside me without guidance.
“Prop your head up,” she says softly.
Though each movement brings an undeniable rush of needing to cum, I shove a pillow behind my head and peer down at her as ordered.
Then she rocks to her knees and mounts me, her wet pussy in the center of my chest .
“Watch me cum, Miller,” she croons, looking down at me with glassy eyes.
“Lean forward,” I rasp, my mouth watering to feel her pert little nipple against my tongue. To suck her breast into my mouth and taste her flesh.
Gripping the headboard above, she leans forward, and I seal my lips around her puckered nipple, sucking it onto my tongue slowly and gently. She tastes… so goddamn good. Sweet like a ripe pear. My tongue curls around her nipple, sucking the hard tip deeper until she moans out my name.
Her palm cups my cheek, and my eyes pop open, and so does my mouth. “You taste fucking phenomenal.”
She isn’t smiling, but she keeps her hand on my cheek as her other falls to her pussy. “How’s the prostate massage?” she asks, her hand moving over her clit, the tips of her fingers brushing my chest with each stroke.
“G-good,” I force out, my groin sweltering with need.
Feeling her masturbate against me with this wand pushing all these undiscovered spots inside of me, the taste of her skin still tingling around in my mouth– fuck .
“Make yourself cum, please,” I groan, not wanting to admit that I’m going to cum from this, whether that’s what she intended or not.
I don’t want to tell her yet because I’m afraid she might stop and all I want to do right now is watch her orgasm.
I want to feel her wet pussy grind against me; I want to feel her arousal coating my skin.
“Since you’re a good boy and you said please,” she smiles as she says it, then, as she rubs herself with more fervor, she reaches back and cups my balls. I let out a groan to wake the dead, but she remains unphased as she rubs herself, the sound of her wet pussy filling my room.
I know she’s reaching the crest of her orgasm, nearing her breaking point by the way she grips my balls more tightly, her hips roving over me, pussy and ass smearing against my core. Fuck, this feels like heaven, and no one has even cum yet.
I bet everything she does feels like heaven. I bet cumming inside of her is otherworldly. Watching her belly fill out with my baby and getting to make love to her each night… fuck me.
“Miller,” she calls out as her hips gain momentum and her fingers work furiously, the sound of her impending orgasm almost driving me insane with need. “Squeeze my tits,” she moans, still riding me like a jockey, her grip on my balls swinging between gentle and aggressive.
Doing as she says, I hold my palms at the full underside of her breasts and curl my fingers around them. Her eyes fall closed, and we both make a deep-rooted, carnal noise. Hers is a sexy sigh, and mine is a barbaric groan, but god, this feels amazing.
Nothing could feel better.
The sides of my head tingle, and my vision begins to fade as my heart begins to race. I know this feeling all too well.
“Miller!” She moans my name as her orgasm grabs hold of her, her hand slowing between her legs as her body twitches in euphoria. “I’m cumming,” she pants as I lift my hips off the bed only slightly, my own touchless orgasm a complete surprise.
Still holding her breasts, I moan her name because I always do. Almost every time I touch myself, I think about her or us.
“Delane,” I pant, trying not to grab her breasts so tight, but with each little wiggle of her hips and every whimper her orgasm brings, I fall a little deeper and grab her even tighter.
“I’m cumming,” she pants.
“I’m cumming,” I repeat because watching Delane cum was all it took. I unload every drop because she tastes so good. She feels so good. We are so good.
“Laney, I’m cumming,” I tell her again as my eyes succumb to the orgasmic darkness, flashes of white exploding around me as my mind shuts down, and my body curls in on itself. This is the best orgasm of my life.
When I’m empty, and my cock is pulsing in my cage, I’m left a panting, sweaty mess. I blink a few times at Delane, wide eyes shiny like glass.
“You came,” she says, her tone filled with disbelief.
“You’re so sexy.” I release her breasts and smooth my hands across them a few times soothingly, trying to wipe away the sting of my grip. “Watching you finish was all it took.”
“Say cum. Say seeing me cum was all it took.” She slinks over me, lowering her mouth to mine. “Say cum.”
I roll my eyes, feeling more like Atticus than myself. “Just seeing you cum ,” I say slowly, spreading the words out like taffy. “That was all it took.”
At some point during our orgasms, Delane released her grip on my balls and pressed her palms to my chest to steady herself. I like the weight of her over me.
“You,” she says, wearing a broken smile. She looks both happy and fatally struck, and I can’t wrap my head around what she is feeling because I’m still coming down from that intense orgasm. “You are so hot, Miller.”
My heart hammers in the base of my throat, making me feel dizzy even though I’m lying down. “You said my name when you came,” I say quickly, under the buzz of her attention. While I still have the courage to be honest. “You saying my name was part of what threw me. Pushed me there.”
She stares at me for a decidedly long time, and I don’t know why.
Impassive and almost stoic, her face gives no answers.
After a very long minute or so she says, “well, that’s good.
Your next partner will enjoy that because it means you’re…
” she stumbles a little, staring at her hands on my chest. “Into how she feels, and women love that.”
Confused, I stare blankly at her as I try to understand but then it occurs to me that she’s being normal and it’s me that’s in the wrong. She’s right–what I said was romantic. Because it came from my heart, which is basically a walking billboard for Delane.
This is just an arrangement for her.
She slides off of me and heads to the bathroom, returning with one of my own towels, damp with warm water. She knees her way to me from the side of the bed, wiping me down.
“Will you lie down next to me for a while?” I ask, feeling nervous for the first time tonight. Because her answer now isn’t about the arrangement; it’s about us.
She picks up her clothes off the floor, and my heart sinks. She’s going to leave.
“Yeah, but I’m cold, so I’m gonna go pee and put my hoodie on.” She smiles and does just that, using the en suite bathroom, then feeding her arms through the black sweatshirt sleeves before crawling into my bed.
Lying her head on my chest, she presses her palm to my belly. Her curls tickle the underside of my chin, and even though we were just together and sweating, the fresh smell of her skin still fills my senses.
Stroking her arm, I close my eyes, my heart fuller than it’s been in a long time.
The next time my eyes open, Delane is jumping around my room with no pants, screaming.