Chapter 33 #2
He hums in approval and spreads my cheeks open. The sudden burst of cold air makes goosebumps rise across my skin, setting every cell on edge. He swipes the cum leaking from my abused cunt and smears it across the tight muscle, slightly massaging it before pushing one finger in.
The sensation is so new, I choke back my shock, but it quickly transforms into a pleasure I’ve never experienced.
I catch myself pressing into the sensation, giving into the new invasion.
A dark chuckle rumbles from him, and he pushes another finger in, and I let a moan squeeze out of my gritted teeth.
“Just breathe baby, like I said, you were made for me.” And with that simple instruction, he presses his tip against the ring and slowly slides himself into me.
I choke on my inhale but try to obey his instruction and I let my exhale out slowly.
He feels my body relax to the new feeling and pushes deeper.
Everything is on fire, I want to cry but rejoice at the same time, I want to reject but bathe in the feeling. The hurt is exactly what I was craving all along, so I continue to breathe through each pained progressive impale.
Eventually, he is fully seated in my ass.
It hurts, but he gives me a moment to adjust to the pain, letting me rock myself against him to let my skin stretch around him.
The speed quickens and I can feel my body quickly accepting it.
“Fuck, fuck!” I cry, already feeling my second orgasm wanting to crash over.
Before I can stop it, the wave forces itself over me, and I shatter beneath the strength, as if a built up pressure has finally burst out of me.
And the mess that showers and coats the floor beneath me is such a new sight, I didn’t even believe it could be possible.
I’ve never actually seen a female ejaculation before, much less experienced one, even more so; one that was triggered from anal.
“Holy shit, I’ve never-.” My words get lost in the air around me as he picks me up from the backs of my legs.
He holds me there, with my back still to his chest, but now with my legs lifted and splayed open to the room, completely exposed.
I trust that he won't drop me, so I let my hands grip his when they settle on the backs of my knees.
Gravity takes force, and my body sinks down onto the entire length of his cock, effectively impaling myself on him. I cry out, feeling him so deep I’m convinced he might fill my throat as well.
“Now play with yourself.” He demands with no trace of request in his voice, so I oblige.
Letting my right-hand fall, I begin to rub fast circles against my clit.
And the combination of the pain and pleasure sends another orgasm wracking through my body.
I let a moan escape my lips and my head rolls back to land on Dean’s shoulder, his thrusts are so violent and fast, I know he’s close to finishing as well.
And in sync, we both break apart. He comes with a roar, biting into my shoulder, making me cry out again.
Another pop floods out of me as the orgasm rolls out of me, in so many waves I feel like it’ll be never ending.
He slows down but continues to pump into me, rocking me through the many crashes of euphoria weeping out of me.
Eventually the waves cease, but the ecstasy stays.
He gently lifts me off of him but cradles my body into his chest. Luckily the other three didn’t barge in, because I know I’ve reached my limit.
This was a moment just for me and Dean, and I can’t help but think that it was special.
He gave me a first, and he gave me an actual out of body experience.
He carries me through the house, both of us still stark naked, but we make it to his bedroom without a single interruption.
A big part of me is relieved that we are still living in our own bubble.
He places me on his bed with such tenderness, you would have never guessed that he broke me into a million little pieces just minutes ago.
He disappears into his bathroom for just a second but returns with a warm damp washcloth and begins softly cleans my core, taking care of me with such benignity like all the others do every time they wring me dry.
However, he places a soft, careful kiss to my mound before he tosses the rag away to climb into the bed next to me.
“Can I get you anything?” Dean asks as he tucks me under the duvet and fluffs my pillows.
I hum with my eyes closed, snuggling deeper into the bed, “Maybe some water?” I yawn.
“And?” He stands from the bed and slips on a pair of sweatpants.
My eyes fly open with a sudden craving, “I need a grilled cheese!” It comes out as a yelp that I was completely unprepared for, and he gives me a bright smile.
His eyes are glossy, and his skin is still glowing in the same ecstasy I’m sure is mirrored in my own complexion. The smile is bright, and dazzling. Calling him beautiful would be like saying the sun was lukewarm. It’d be a disservice. He’s glorious, heavenly, painfully exquisite.
“Grilled cheese it is.” He leaves the room in just his sweatpants, and I snuggle even deeper into the bed, pulling the duvet up and tight around my jaw.
I let out a completely satisfied sigh, “I am so, so fucked.”
I wasn’t aware that I had fallen asleep until the click of a door stirs me awake. I sit up just enough to peek over the silky duvet, to find a shirtless Dean walking towards me with a grilled cheese, a glass of ice water and a bottle of acetaminophen.
“Did I wake you?” He asks, worried about his features.
“Yes, but I’m happy you did.” I sit up straight and accept two pills from him and take them down with the cold water.
A relief I didn’t know I needed so badly.
I gulp down the whole glass and from when I empty the glass, and to my pleasant surprise, Dean pulls a bottle of water from his pocket.
He cracks open the lid and pours half of it into my glass of ice, and I mumble a ‘thank you’.
“Thank you for this.” I say, accepting the plate holding the heaven of melty cheesy goodness.
He shrugs and climbs on the bed between my legs.
As if changing his mind, he takes the plate from me and pulls a part of the sandwich apart.
When I reach for the piece, he shakes his head and signals for me to open my mouth.
Although I’m dense, I finally realize he is wanting to feed me.
I blush but accept it anyway. I’ve never been taken care of, not like this.
And this personality coming from him was totally unexpected.
He’s so broody and stoic, I didn’t expect any tenderness.
“How do you feel?” He asks as I swallow my first bite.
I nod with a soft smile, and I unconsciously chew on my bottom lip, “I’m okay.”
“You’re not sore or anything?”
Laughing quietly, I add, “I didn’t say that. I said I was okay.”
He nods contemplatively and places another bite in my mouth. This may be dramatic, but this is simply the greatest grilled cheese on the planet. It’s gooey and warm, and even spicy which is pleasant. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” His voice is quieter and softer than I’ve ever heard it before.
“I liked it, well, loved it actually. You could’ve been even more rough if you wanted.” I wink and open my mouth for another bite, enjoying the doting while he’s willing to give it.
“Noted.” He snorts and places another piece on my tongue.
After swallowing, I choose to ask him something that’s currently sitting heavy on my mind, “Will you treat me like this from now on, or will you go back to hating my existence?”
Sighing he takes a moment to answer, but finally says, “I never hated you. I never could, no matter how hard I tried. I want you. All of you. I am here because I have only ever wanted you. You are infuriating and hard headed, and loud and vulgar and damaged. You speak your mind, despite the fact that you are in serious need of a filter. But I want all of it, every last drop of the insanity that is wrapped up in this pretty little package.”
I just gaped at him. There are no words that are deserving enough to respond to what he has just confessed to me.
Seeing that I’m now speechless, which seems to only happen in his presence, he saves me from trying to speak, by offering me the final bite of the grilled cheese. “But I will only be tender with you behind closed doors. Nobody else deserves to see me like this. Nobody but you.”