40. All the Things at Once
All the Things at Once
ELLIE
The things I wouldn’t do for this man. He had me on my hands and knees in a second.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I followed his gaze to the view in the mirror. We were in profile. I was pink all over. Flushed and well-fucked. My hair was sticking to my face.
I looked half-mad.
But all Sam said was, “So beautiful.”
I bit my lip. He knelt behind me, his cock hard. I felt it resting on my ass. But he wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore. He was looking down on my lower half as he gripped his cock with one hand, and my hip and the dildo with the other.
I groaned, my teeth grinding at the sensation of him sliding into me, filling me up.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “That’s one.”
My stomach flipped. Because I knew what he was going to do. Or at least tease me with.
And I wanted it so badly. I couldn’t believe I’d gone from never thinking of my backside as sexy to thrilling at the sensation of Sam giving it the tiniest bit of attention.
In the mirror, Sam was looking at my body with such reverence I couldn’t help feel like the goddess he’d said I was.
“What are you going to do with that?” I said, my eyes on the dildo.
I moaned as he thrust his cock slowly into me again. Fuck, he felt good. I still didn’t know whether I liked it fast or slow. I didn’t have to decide. They were both incredible.
“I’m going to see what you like,” was his response.
A buzzing hum filled the air, eliciting a Pavlovian response in me. The last time he’d used it he was fucking me with it as he ate me out. My pussy clenched on him in memory and he let out a strangled kind of sound.
“Ellie,” he warned.
He rested the vibrator against my asshole. Just held it there at the same time as he plunged inside of me again.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, as electricity jolted through me. It was like the vibrator had awakened a whole new electrical circuit in me.
“Are you okay?” Sam was still seated inside of me, but held the toy away.
“Yes,” I said. “More than okay.” I bent lower, onto my elbows, wiggling my ass up at him. “Do it again.”
He made a sound I couldn’t decipher, but a moment later, he was there again, teasing my other hole as he fucked me slowly from behind.
I whimpered at the sensation, feeling like my whole lower half was aching with need. “Again.”
“We don’t have to do any more than what I’m doing right now.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “But I want to try.” I wanted it.
Bad. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like.
Sam teased me again with the tip of the dildo as he rocked against me. I felt him spread some of my slickness back there onto my asshole, and when he returned the tip of the dildo there, it was slippery enough that when I wriggled myself back against him, the tip of it slid the tiniest bit inside.
“Oh fuck,” I cried.
“Is that good, sweetheart?” Sam asked, his voice low.
I looked over at him in the mirror. He was running the thing in circles over my ass now, rocking his hips in the same way.
Then the absolute kicker—he brought his other hand around and found my clit. All three were going in circles now. I don’t know how he kept track, but I stopped caring. “Put it in,” I begged. “Just a little more.”
I was clenching on him now, desperate. Greedy. I wanted him to own me, to claim this part of me that would be only for us.
In the mirror, I watched, fascinated, as Sam released a fat drop of spit. I felt it as it splattered directly onto my asshole. Here was another thing I swear I wouldn’t have known I liked, but it turned me on so much I was bucking against him, begging him to put the thing in my ass.
“Such a good girl,” he purred as he thrust into me with his cock. As he did, he nudged the whole head of the dildo into my slick asshole.
I screamed. “Yes!”
The pressure in my ass opened up a whole new level of pleasure. The feelings were so intense I knew I was about to tip over the edge.
“Again,” I gritted out, backing onto him. “More.”
He filled me deeper, just like I asked for.
“You still good?” he asked, his voice strained. He was getting close too.
I nodded. “Yes,” I groaned. The dick was only a few inches in my ass—probably as far as I could take it right now. But Sam knew not to push it. He just held it there, vibrating, as he played with my clit and rocked his hips, thrusting into me in a steady beat.
“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he urged. “Look at that good girl taking it all. Look at those tits sway as she gets fucked.”
Feeling him and seeing him working me in all the ways was all I could take was too much.
With no more warning, a rush of incredibly intense electric pleasure came ripping from my lower half, radiating through my entire body.
I came by far the hardest I ever had—I arched and bucked and screamed against him.
Was it trying these new things? Or was it knowing that I was truly loved that had me opening up so completely? I felt like all the things at once: a woman, a goddess, a wild animal. I came knowing I was all those things, only for Sam. I screamed his name, just like I promised I would.
Sam meanwhile had gone stiff, and quickly pulled out. In the mirror, with both of his hands occupied, he rested himself on me, and I felt the spurt of his cum against me, hot as a lightning strike over my ass.
His groans were intense as he slid his cock over my backside. He made sure I was done, and then pulled out the dildo, gently soothing me where it had been.
Finally I flopped onto my stomach. He landed next to me. We faced each other, still recovering.
“Are you okay? Was it too much?”
He sounded so concerned, I smiled. “I’m okay. And yes, it was too much. I think I’m speaking to you from the afterlife.”
He chuckled. “My sweet girl. You’re incredible. So adventurous. But we can go back to vanilla sex anytime you like. I love all the flavors.”
I laughed. “I want to try them all, Sam. So long as I’m with you.”
“Good. That’s good, babygirl.”
He pulled me against him, then cupped the back of my head so gently, whispering sweet things I wasn’t even sure he realized he was saying into my hair.
After cleaning me up, we lay there for a bit, talking about possibilities for the future.
“I can give my notice at my place anytime,” Sam said.
“At my job, too. I have a bunch of savings from working online and basically living on a shoestring for years. I can make websites to earn my keep and be a stay at home dad the rest of the time. Does that sound okay? You can work as much or as little as you want. I can take care of all our babies, the new ones too. That’s what I want, Ellie.
That’s my dream. That and being with you as much as humanly possible. ”
We did it again, of course, and it was more vanilla that time. More tender. I think both of us needed it. We stayed on our sides and he rocked against me, telling me he loved me over and over again.
After that we had a bath and changed the sheets in our underwear. We took a while, since Sam kept making me laugh when he paused midway through each part of the task to jump on me and kiss me all over.
But as we were finally getting everything finished, the front door opened, voices sounding in the hallway.
“Shit,” Sam whispered.
I laughed as he hopped into his pants.
“I think my mom probably knows what we’ve been up to,” I said, laughing.
“Okay, well, I’m going to pretend she doesn’t. But mostly I don’t want to freak Tommy out.” Sam sounded extremely concerned, and I realized this was incredibly important to him. To keep building a bond with Tommy that was separate from what we had together—at least at first.
My heart swelled all over again as I pulled a pair of pajamas on. I moved to the door. “I can listen until I hear his door?”
But Sam was already pulling the window open.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack! I can’t traumatize him on the eve of his birthday.”
He came back to me and grasped my face in his hands. “Ellie. For me and him, going slow has been the best thing. I want to make sure I don’t fuck it up. I’ll be back tomorrow morning for his brunch, which is not exactly something I want to show up for having rolled right out of your bed.”
He had a point. “I guess,” I said, though I was still pouting.
“Sweetheart, soon I’m not going to ever go away again, okay? Maybe I can take you out for dinner before your mom goes home this week and we can make more solid plans. I want everything we talked about. You’re my dream girl, and this is my dream life, okay?”
I nodded, overcome with love for this man. “Okay,” I whispered. I swallowed, then I was brave, and said, “I love you.”
“Baby, I love you, too,” he whispered. “To the moon and back.” He kissed me, then he was gone.
“Come back to me, soon, Sam,” I whispered into the dark.