13 Rich #2
She squirms, and when the toy is seated fully inside her I pull back. I don’t know if I can fuck her gently enough to not wake her up at some point, but seeing her body respond easily to me makes my cock throb.
The only other thing I got up to grab is lube, and I roll her so her torso presses against the mattress, while I squirt the lube across her cheeks. I like her pain sometimes, but not for this. I’d rather she shatter from the pleasure.
Running two fingers down her crack, I coat her ass before working my fingers in. My cock presses to her leg as I work, and she moans loudly as I spread her for me. As I watch her, I use the other hand to grab the little remote and press the button for the low setting.
Kimber gasps, arching when the vibrator turns on. It’s just enough stimulation to make her hips move but not yet wake her up.
Pressing the head of my dick to her ass as I shift, I lean over and bite her neck once more. She rocks back into me, her movements sluggish, and I push the head in with one quick thrust.
Her loud gasp makes me groan, and I drop my head to her shoulder blades. My voice is loud when I speak, just in case she does hear me. “Good girl. You can take me.”
I grip her hip when she tries to shimmy away, holding her in place the deeper I go. Her body vibrates the fuller she gets, her head turning back and forth as she struggles between sleep and waking up to the intrusion.
Kimber’s nails scratch at the bedding, and I drop the first remote to grab the second. Whenever she does wake up, before or after we’re finished, she’ll like this. I press the button, listening as the gears engage around us, and roll so I’m on top of her.
She moans as I force the rest of my cock in with one hard push, tapping the other remote once to set the vibrator higher. She cries out, her whole body tensing as I fuck her, and I know she had to cum from that.
Her hands fist the bedding, and I grin to myself. “Let me fuck all those bad thoughts out of your head, Dreamer.”
The only answer I get is another moan, and her head is still twisted away from me so I can’t see her eyes.
If she’s awake she’s managed to stay remarkably still throughout this.
Grabbing her hips with both hands, I shift until she rocks back with me, her knees folding until she’s kneeled with her face pushed to the mattress.
The toy in her pussy makes her bounce against me, my balls hitting the base of the toy with each movement.
Kimber whimpers, and I shift from punishing strokes to quicker, short movements. She gasps, wiggling on the sheets, and I think whatever she drank before passing out is helping to keep her asleep. Just this one time I won’t complain about it, but that’s going to have to change.
“Break for me,” I tell her, reaching between us to twist the toy. I purposefully didn’t use the little extension to massage her clit, holding out on her until it felt cruel. When my strokes deepen again, her body slowly trying to squeeze the life out of my cock, she spasms and screams.
I grunt, digging my fingers into her slim waist. The bed shifts as I fuck her, the toy making a wet noise as it continues to fuck her, and she moans in front of me.
When I cum, I bury myself as deep as I can inside her, reaching around to ensure the vibrator is as deep inside her as it can reach too. I moan, flexing my fingers along her waist.
She twists and cries out, turning to plant her hands on the bed and look back at me.
There’s still a tiredness clinging to her eyes, her chest heaving as she watches me, and the nightgown’s all but fallen off her shoulders on both sides.
She trembles when our eyes meet before her gaze moves, taking in everything that’s happening.
I smirk at her. “You did say you like somno, Dreamer.”
Kimber moans, her mouth falling open as she rocks back against me. The movements are sharper now, more alert, and I’m positive she managed to sleep through that until I stretched her to her limits. “R-Rich-”
“Give me one more,” I tell her, twisting the toy in her pussy. She whimpers, her gaze briefly glancing skyward, and I already know what she’s looking at. “You can watch the stars as you come apart for me.”
It doesn’t take long. She’s already overly sensitive and trembling, looking between me, still buried inside her ass, and the sky above. When she cums, she screams, dropping back to the mattress with a cry.
I work her through it, fucking her with the toy by hand, and it makes her body twitch around me. My cock’s already softened inside her, but if she keeps that up…
“Rich,” she gasps, “too much.”
“Hmm.” I stop teasing her and grab her hips, rolling us to the side so I’m lying behind her again. She arches back into me with a moan. “Watch the stars, Brynne.”
I wait for her to snap at me, but all I get is a sharp breath and her body stiffening. I reach around her, slowly stroking my cock inside her as I harden again. “You don’t need to remember anyone else when we’re in bed together. Because no one else can fuck you the way I do.”
My hand wraps around her throat, testing her, and she reaches up to wrap her hand over mine and push it harder against her skin. I tighten my grip when she moans, burying my head into the crook of her shoulder.
“You don’t remember his name anymore,” I growl into her ear, deepening my thrusts as my cock aches with need again. “It’s already forgotten. He’s nothing but a ghost. I’ll fuck those memories out of your system until there’s nothing left to forget.”
She gasps, rolling her hips for me, and I adjust my grip so I can hold her hip tightly again and pound into her. I bite her neck, her whimper the only response she has, and fuck my cock as deep into her as I can. She squeals, and I just keep holding her against me.
“Rich,” she gasps. “Too sensitive. Too much. Too much-”
I groan listening to her broken voice, and my cock bursts again from the way she’s gripping me. She wiggles back against me, not trying to escape despite the words falling from her lips, and moans.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I grab the base of the toy once more. I’m panting, but it doesn’t matter. “One. Fucking. More.”
She screams, bouncing hard against me, and I feel it when she breaks. Her body stills as she soaks the toy and my fingers, her back arching as she gasps.
I kiss her over the mark I left on her throat. “Good girl, Kimber.”
Slowly, I work the toy out of her as my cock deflates a second time. She’s still trembling from the orgasms, and I’m gentler when I touch her hip and work my cock out of her.
She whimpers, flopping onto her back when I finally leave her be. Her eyes are half closed as her attention shifts above us. “I can see the stars.”
I look up. The bed is dead center to accommodate the skylight that opens up. It’s cool when it snows too; they have this feature in several of the cabins. But tonight it lets us see the stars above, all the constellations that are hard to make out in town.
She keeps watching as she tries to catch her breath, and I walk around picking things up and tossing them in the bathroom to clean soon. I grab a cloth, cleaning myself quickly before grabbing another to clean her.
Stepping back into the main room again, her eyes are closed. She’s not pulled the sheet back across her body, and her legs are still open enough I will be able to help some while she dozes. Her eyes flutter open when I step close to her side of the bed.
“Did you mean it?” she asks sleepily, yawning. “What you said?”
“Which part?”
She hesitates as I start wiping down her skin. Right now I wish the cabin had a real bathtub, but there’s not enough space for that and I doubt she’s going to stand up. “You’ll fuck the memories away until there’s nothing left?”
The corner of my mouth hooks up in a smirk. “You doubt that?”
“You don’t have to do that,” she says quietly, and I glance up at her face. Her eyes are still closed. “You called me Brynne.”
“You are Brynne,” I remind her. She’s a lot chattier than I thought she’d be. I half expected her to fall right back asleep.
She shakes her head, rolling to the other side. I can hear the sleepiness in her voice when she speaks. “Brynne’s a loser. Kimber’s who I chose to be.”
I frown and stew over what she said, cleaning her up when she doesn’t protest.
Touching her shoulder, she snores but doesn’t stir. I sigh and go put the supplies away, joining her on the bed again before I glance up at the stars.
I’m sure she’s asleep this time, or I wouldn’t bother saying it. Not right now. “I like both Kimber and Brynne. But I’ll like you no matter who you choose to be.”