Ainsley #2
“Come for me once more,” he commands, his voice tight with restraint.
“I can’t,” I whimper, tears filling my eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. It feels so good but it’s too much.
“You can take it. You’re made for this. You’re my personal cocksleeve and I love watching you come.
Don’t make me ask again. You’re going to fall apart and this ass is going to siphon my cum so you can be full of me in all your beautiful holes.
” He moves a hand to my clit and presses down, circling with two fingers as he continues to fuck me.
His commanding tone and filthy words do it, sending me over the edge another time, screaming my pleasure to the ceiling as he groans and tumbles headfirst with me.
Feeling him spill inside my ass as my core clenches around him and the vibrator is on another level of pleasure and it rockets another orgasm through me.
I can’t breathe through this one, it locks my limbs and holds me captive with rapture.
My vision darkens and sparks ignite behind my tightly shut lids.
The next thing I know, warm water hits my back, rousing me. I blink and look up, cradled against Payton's chest. He’s holding me like a baby in the shower and smiling down at me in the happiest way. The big, sappy man.
“There’s my girl. You came so hard you passed out and almost took me with you. I don’t think my cock has ever been gripped that hard before. If I wasn’t already stupidly in love with you, I would be, now.”
I laugh quietly and lean my head against his shoulder, exhausted and still feeling floaty.
Between the emotional toll of the day, the margaritas, and the marathon sex, I’m ready to pass out for real.
I feel light as a feather in his big arms and my head doesn’t feel connected to my body at all.
It’s so nice to not think. My mouth doesn’t have a filter for my thoughts that spill out.
“It’s your magical ribbed-for-my-pleasure cock and that dirty mouth of yours. I’m so glad I took them off the bench after all.”
Payton laughs, the sound rumbling against my ear. It’s funny how something that annoyed me months ago now sounds like home. I sigh and snuggle into his chest, kissing his beautifully sculpted pec.
“I’m going to put you on your feet, but you’re going to hold onto me. The amount of endorphins you’re high on is enough to take down an elephant. Subspace is all sorts of fun, but let’s get you back to baseline, Princess.”
He gently sets my legs down and wraps my arms around his waist. I close my eyes and hold him as he runs water over my head and down my body.
He shampoos my hair, taking time to massage my scalp until goosebumps line my skin and my knees weaken.
He rinses it out and turns us so he can run conditioner through the long strands, his strong fingers combing through any knots he finds.
While the conditioner sits in my hair, he soaps up a sponge with my vanilla body wash and gently scrubs my entire body.
He takes extra care around my core, and I have half a thought that I should be embarrassed that a man is soaping up my pussy and ass.
I giggle when I remember that he had his mouth, fingers, and cock in those holes not that long ago, and I was perfectly happy about it, so cleaning that area shouldn’t bother me now.
He takes a moment to soap himself up and rinses us both off before turning off the water. I get lost in his stunning ocean-blue eyes and the water glistening against his golden skin. He seems to shimmer, cut like a sea god of ancient times, ready for worship from a mortal like me.
“I love you.” I sigh, feeling drunk on the feeling. It’s so strong there’s no stopping the words that tumble out of me. “You're so gorgeous. And so nice. Why do you even like me?”
Payton frowns as he wraps me in a fluffy white towel and begins to dry my hair with another.
“You shouldn’t be questioning my love, but I’ll indulge you anyway.
” He kisses my nose as he picks me up and walks me out of the shower.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, perfect for me in every way, and you didn’t want anything to do with me. ”
He sets me on the vanity and opens the drawer where I keep my skincare, then pulls out the various bottles and jars of the steps I repeat nightly.
He begins applying the serums and creams for me.
I smile under his ministrations, not at all surprised by his actions.
This is Payton Olsen at his happiest, a caregiver through and through.
I’m a lucky bitch to be on the receiving end of his love, even if I don’t fully understand why he’d choose me, a standoffish, prickly, mean woman who did everything in my power to push him away.
“You made me work for your affection. I had to earn your love, which makes it even better. You fit with me. Not just with my unique desires in the bedroom, or physically, but the way I want my life to be. You challenge me to do and be better, to think about things differently, to consider the way my intentions appear, and the reality of what my actions look like.” He puts the bottles away and gets my brush out next, spraying a leave-in conditioner into my hair before he brushes it out because he’s observant and knows every step I take and will follow them to the letter now.
“Oh, is that all?” I deadpan, overwhelmed by his sentiments despite asking for just that.
He boops me gently on the nose with the brush before scooping me up and taking me into the bedroom where he deposits me on the bed.
He disappears into the closet. When he returns, he’s in loose shorts and carries the super soft MIT T-shirt I love.
It’s perfectly worn in, fits me like a dress, and always smells like him even when it’s been washed.
He slips it over my head and tucks me into bed.
I watch contentedly as he leaves the room, his back flexing and his incredible ass on display for a moment before he disappears.
He comes back a few minutes later with a plate of food and bottles, crawls in beside me and pulls me close.
“You were so beautiful coming apart tonight. Drink this.”
He untwists the cap from a bottle of blue Gatorade and hands it to me. I dutifully take it and realize how thirsty I am when it tastes like the most amazing thing ever.
“You weren’t fighting me as much, letting me take you where you needed to go.” He hands me a chocolate cupcake next and I laugh.
“Am I being rewarded with tasty treats for coming so hard I passed out?”
“Honey, this is aftercare, it’s a necessary part of bringing you down from that fun, floaty subspace you drifted off to before you passed out and came back to me in the shower.”
I’ve read about subspace—something that can be experienced as feeling floaty or high on endorphins from the pleasure of sex, the rush of a scene, or the pain of an impact session.
I never thought I’d get there, but that’s exactly what it felt like.
Payton is bringing my endorphin levels back to baseline so I don’t experience the negatives of too much oxytocin, endorphins, and adrenaline flooding my system only to be left depleted and feeling like shit later, which is subdrop. He’s such a good Daddy.
I enjoy my cupcake and Gatorade while he massages my scalp and gently runs his fingers along the neck of my shirt.
I’m not even surprised when the doorbell rings a short while later and he leaves me in bed to get the food delivery he ordered.
Of course he did. He always considers all of my needs, sustenance beyond chocolate at the top of the list.