Chapter 29 #2
With a push of his hips, he enters a little deeper, enough to be secured in there without the risk of slipping out.
His hands come back to my knees, and he takes charge of holding them, freeing mine.
He spreads me a tad more, then he breaches deeper.
Barely anything—half an inch. A slight sting of pain makes me tense, wince, and whimper.
In a recoiling reflex, I contract around him, worsening the pain.
“No, stay relaxed, Andrea,” he rasps, halting his advance. “Play with your clit.”
I follow his command and send my right hand between us to flick a couple of fingers over the swollen crest. It works well, and I sense myself loosening, allowing another half inch into me. If I don’t fight it, if I’m perfectly lax, it doesn’t hurt.
“That’s it, my love. Relax,” he praises.
I keep pleasuring myself as he continues his advance, slow and determined. He gives me the most tender thrusts, gaining more terrain with every one of them.
“Aah, Lex …”
“Are you okay?” It takes so much to hold back that he’s already sweating, covered with a sheen of perspiration. He really looks like a Greek god, and even after all this time, I still can’t believe this sweet and tender man is all mine.
“Yes … I want more of you. Please …”
“Good. There’s a lot more coming.”
He adjusts himself over me, hooking his arms behind my knees and coming close enough to kiss me. My hand between us keeps circling my clit, bringing enough pleasure to numb the twinge of pain that persists. I’m stretched like never before, so full of him. He feels so much bigger like this.
Once two-thirds of him have found room inside me, he begins his momentum.
He fucks into me at a gentle pace, whispering sweet praises between his hungry kisses, and slowly giving me more and more.
Shit, it feels incredible. Yet so different from regular sex.
One might say it’s an acquired taste, but I’ve acquired it over time, since we’ve been training for this for literal months.
I fucking love knowing this is a first for both of us. He’s never taken another woman this way before, and he never will. I’ll forever be the one and only woman who knows what it’s like to have Alexander Coleman in her ass, and he’ll only ever know what it’s like to be in mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts.
“You too. So good …”
He must notice the tears in my eyes because his pace slows, and he worriedly asks, “Am I hurting you?”
I adamantly shake my head. “It hurts so good, baby.”
His thrusts grow a little sloppy, our climaxes drawing near. I can sense that an entirely new sort of orgasm is building up inside of me, and I long to know just how devastating it will be. I want to experience it all, to know the sensation of his cum jutting into me like this.
Ah, fuck. The protection.
“Take off the condom,” I moan.
“You want me to switch?”
“No, I want you to keep fucking me like this, but without it. I want you to fill my ass with cum.”
His hips jolt, his mind probably overwhelmed with arousal at my crude request. But that’s exactly what we needed to get the last of him inside me. I can’t hold back a small cry at the sensation, shocked that I can take him whole. We really were made for one another, weren’t we?
But just as he finally bottoms out, he pulls away to comply with my request. While he tugs the condom off with an efficient move, I flip around and rise to my hands and knees. I present my ass to him, back arched and legs spread, desperate to be filled again.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, apparently as lost in passion as I am.
When his head meets the quivering hole once more, it’s his skin that meets mine, not latex. With a slow but unyielding push, he enters me, free of any barrier between us.
Some of the lube stayed on the condom, so I can now feel him better. Each sinuous vein, the smoothness of his skin, the dent under his flared tip … It all adds to the experience, enhancing the sensations and the pleasure that comes with it.
It takes a few thrusts, but he eventually goes all the way again, his hips meeting my ass. This seems impossible. Taking him so easily. And it probably would be if we hadn’t been using the Chrises as much as we have. I earned this, one plug at a time. And it was so worth it.
“Andrea … How the fuck do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“I can’t believe my entire cock can fit into you this way, too, you greedy little thing.”
He gives me a hard shove to prove his point, and I moan his name, clutching the sheets. Since his hands are now free, he sends one around and under me, to give my clit perfect little rolls that match his thrusts.
This is so fucking hot. All of it. His grunts, the sound of wet skin slapping together, his cock pumping in and out of my ass …
I wish I could see it, enjoy the sight as much as he probably is.
This is why some people have mirrors around their beds.
I want to watch him fuck me. I want it engraved in my mind.
My gaze darts to my phone on my nightstand.
I left it there before getting Lex. Ever since that hike where I let him take photos of me, we’ve gotten bolder with it.
In a safe folder, I have a couple of pictures of him eating me out, one dick pic I took myself, and then a short clip of his cock ramming into me while we had sex on the bathroom counter one evening.
I don’t consult them daily, but I don’t know, I love having them there.
He also has a few photos and clips secured in his phone.
This would be a little more than that, though. This would be closer to a sex tape. Or I guess, a slex tape. I don’t mind. On the contrary. But I need his consent—which I asked for to take the other pictures.
“Can I film?” I ask between two moans.
“You want to film this?”
“Yes.”
I don’t have to ask again, as he reaches for my phone himself. That pushes me forward, and I land on my stomach as he straddles me. I hear the phone being unlocked, and then the camera being activated.
Lex gives me a couple of slow thrusts before saying, “Spread yourself, Andrea. Let the camera see where I am.”
With both hands, I do as he asked and keep myself open. His thrusts resume, intense at first and then slow again. He pulls out until barely any of him is left, and then pushes in again entirely, which must be insanely hot to watch.
“So fucking greedy,” he groans.
In this position, he can fuck me even deeper, and there’s more power to his thrusts. I’m trapped between him and the mattress, so when he settles on a merciless rhythm, I can’t do anything but endure it. I cry out in pleasure as his hips meet my ass in slaps that resonate in the room.
Fuck … I can’t believe I was so scared to let him take me this way. It’s fantastic. There’s a slight discomfort that lingers, a barely perceptible tear, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure.
He bends down until his front is against my back with his head next to mine, still rolling his hips. When I look forward, I find my phone filming us in selfie mode, our reddened and sweaty faces perfectly framed in the shot.
“You’re liking this a lot, aren’t you?” he grunts in my ear.
“Yes … You feel so good, baby.”
“And you feel tight, and warm, and—Ah, fuck!” He bucks and shivers against me, nearly there. “Lift yourself,” he orders.
He gives me just enough room to comply, and I give him what he needs to slither his hand under me.
It finds my clit again easily, and he rolls a couple of agile fingers over it with practiced gestures, still pumping into me mercilessly.
He grunts and groans, even more vocal than he usually is. He loves this too, doesn’t he? A lot.
Between the familiar sensation on my clit and the brand-new pleasure in my ass, an unstoppable orgasm quickly builds up. My hands fist the sheets on each side of me, my face pressed into them as I cry out his name, drowning in the overwhelming sensations.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, on the verge of erupting. “Come with me, Andrea. Come now.”
His fingers give me exactly what I need to follow him in bliss, and a full-body orgasm floods me.
Lex’s teeth sink into my shoulder, and he lets out a primal roar as his own release hits.
I feel his thick cum jetting into me, coating my insides with his pleasure.
I can even feel the pulsing of his cock with each spurt, my tight hole tender and raw.
We get lost in it together, completely overtaken by the pleasure, so far gone we have no control over any of it.
Eventually, our hectic tremors slow, and with them, the maddening intensity of it all. His weight on me increases as he comes down, and I welcome it, even when it becomes hard to breathe.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans after a while, apparently back to the land of the living. “You clenched so fucking hard when you came.”
“Really? Harder than my pussy?”
“It’s not the same. This is more like a very tight ring, and the other way feels more like a tight fist. Shit … Both are equally good, but this was new.”
“It was extremely different for me.”
“Different good?”
“Obviously,” I chuckle. “Very, very good. But like you said, both ways are equally delightful. I really enjoyed the novelty of it.”
After a single nod, he pushes himself up, his softening length slipping out of me. Still holding the phone, he kneels behind me with it. “Show me what I did to you, Andrea.”
Instead of using my hands again, I rise to my knees, arch my back, and spread my legs, boldly baring it all.
“Fucking hell … From now on, I’ll use this video anytime I need to jerk off. I’ll be coming in under a minute.”
“That good?”
“Freckles, you have no idea. Your cunt is all pink and wet, and your asshole looks all tender and loose. Being this perfect everywhere shouldn’t be legal.”
I giggle at the compliment, and to my shock, that pushes some of his cum out of me. Mortified, I stare forward, sensing it drip down my folds. My embarrassment vanishes as he drawls out a long and appreciative “Fuck.”
Once I judge that he has enough for his growing spank bank, I let myself fall to the mattress again and roll to the side.
He joins me, still holding the phone, filming the very satisfied expression on my face.
“There are no words to describe how fucking hot you are. Every single time I think that’s it, you couldn’t get any sexier, you prove me wrong. ”
“It’s my hidden talent.”
Craving a kiss, I come closer to him, wrap my leg over his hip, and hook an arm around his neck.
It’s as voracious as the sex we just had until I move back.
Without a word, I take the phone away from him and turn it around to film him instead.
He looks both sexy and cute, with his messy hair, his flushed face, and his sparkly eyes.
“So, tell me, Alexander, how was your first anal experience?”
“Heavenly. Worth waiting thirty-five years and some. Especially since I got to do it with you.”
I blush with delight, my smile so broad it hurts my cheeks. “So you’re okay with making analversary a recurring tradition?”
“Definitely. You?”
“Meh …”
He pinches my ribs, making me squeal and drop the phone. The flinch brings me closer to him, so I’m inches from his face when he says, “I felt how much you enjoyed it, you little tease.”
I wrap a hand on the back of his head, grazing the damp hair there. “I really liked it. But I don’t think I could ever not thoroughly love something you do to me, baby.”
“That’s another thing we have in common, then.”
Still high on endorphins, I admire his gorgeous face, caressing his hair back, in awe of his beauty, inside and out.
I noticed how handsome he was from the moment I laid my eyes on him in that elevator exactly a year ago.
But it’s as though he gets more and more alluring with every day that passes.
He’s more handsome today than he was yesterday, and he’ll be even more handsome tomorrow.
I know that voicing the question that burns in my throat will earn me another lecture on how I’m worthy of him, so I keep it to myself.
Still, I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve such a flawless man.
The most singularly perfect human who ever roamed this planet is in bed with me. In our bed.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world, aren’t I?