Chapter 44 #2
"Cherry," I whisper, pressing back against his exploring finger, silently begging for more.
"Good girl," he praises, and those two words turn my insides to liquid heat. Then I feel the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and my breath catches in my throat.
He goes achingly slow, giving my body time to adjust to his size. There's discomfort, a stretching sensation that borders on too much, but the weeks of preparation he's put me through—the gradually larger plugs, the patient training—it all pays off now. My body accepts him inch by careful inch.
"You're doing so good for me," he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice, the effort it's taking him to maintain control. His hips move in tiny increments, never rushing, always checking. "You okay, baby?" His lips brush my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
I reach back with one arm, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him to me. "More," I moan, surprising myself with how much I want this, how right it feels despite the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck," he growls, and I feel his hand cup my breast, fingers finding my nipple and squeezing as he continues his slow invasion. The dual sensations make me hiss involuntarily as the pressure builds.
He stops immediately. "Talk to me. You good?"
"More," I repeat, because I need all of him, need to feel completely filled and claimed. "Please, don't stop."
He gives me what I'm begging for, pushing forward until he's fully seated inside me, my ass pressed flush against his hips.
The feeling is indescribable—pain and pleasure so intertwined I can't separate them.
I feel stretched beyond my limits, completely full of him in the most intimate way possible.
"Jesus Christ, Skye," he groans into my ear, his voice wrecked with pleasure as he holds perfectly still. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight around my cock. Perfect."
His hand slides from my breast down my stomach, fingers trailing fire across my skin before finding the wetness between my legs.
When he touches my clit, I cry out loud enough that I'm grateful the house is empty tonight.
The combination of sensations—his cock in my ass, his fingers on my most sensitive spot—threatens to overwhelm my nervous system entirely.
"That's it, baby," he murmurs, beginning to move in slow, careful thrusts while his fingers work magic on my clit. The friction is exquisite torture. "Let me hear those pretty sounds. Don't hold back."
He gradually picks up speed, each thrust easier than the last as my body adjusts to accommodate him.
The wand still sits forgotten beside us, but I don't need it—the way he's touching me, the fullness of him moving inside me, the sheer intimacy of what we're doing, it's already building to something that feels earth-shattering.
"Dominic," I gasp as the pressure coils tighter and tighter in my core, "I'm going to—"
"Not yet," he commands, his hand immediately leaving my clit. I whimper at the loss, my body protesting the denial when I was so close. "I want to see your face when you come. Want to watch you fall apart for me."
With careful precision, he withdraws and flips me over before pushing back inside of me. The change in position drives him deeper than before, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids. I cry out, my hands flying to his arms and gripping tight enough to leave marks.
"Perfect," he breathes, staring down at me with those intense dark eyes that seem to see straight through to my soul. He reaches for the wand, turning it on to the lowest setting, and the soft buzz fills the air between us. "So fucking perfect."
When he presses the vibrating head against my clit while beginning to move again with more confidence, the sensation is electric.
Everything combines—the vibrations, the fullness, the way he's looking at me like I'm something precious and dirty all at once.
It's sensory overload in the best possible way.
The vibrator hums against my most sensitive spot while his cock stretches me impossibly wide, and I can feel myself climbing rapidly toward a release that promises to shatter me completely. His eyes never leave my face, drinking in every expression, every gasp and moan he draws from my lips.
"Now, baby," he commands, his voice tight with his own approaching climax. "Come for me now. Let go."
Permission granted, my body obeys instantly.
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I've ever experienced.
My back arches clean off the bed as waves of pleasure consume me from the inside out, and I'm dimly aware of screaming his name as my world explodes into sensation.
The world melts around the edges as the orgasm tears through me, leaving me boneless and gasping. But just when the waves start to recede, when I should be drifting into that blissful comedown, Dominic cranks the vibrator to what must be its highest setting.
"Oh fuck!" I cry, my body jerking violently. The sensation is too sharp, too intense against my oversensitive clit. I try to push the vibrator away, scrambling backward on the bed, desperate to escape the overwhelming stimulation. "Too much, too much!"
But his large hand wraps firmly around my hip, holding me in place while he slows his thrusts inside my ass, focusing on keeping the vibrator pressed against me.
"You can take it," he says, his voice steady and sure. "Just relax."
"It's too much, I can't," I gasp, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
His eyes lock with mine, dark and commanding. "Yes, you can."
This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced—an orgasm that won't end but amplified a thousand times.
It's simultaneously unbearable and incredible, making me want to run away even as my body arches toward it.
Then suddenly, a new sensation builds—a pressure, an urgency that makes my eyes widen in panic.
"Stop! I'm going to pee... please," I beg, horrified at the thought.
Dominic's expression doesn't change. "You're not. Relax into it. Let go and don't fight it."
I trust him—God help me, I trust him completely—so despite every instinct screaming at me, I do as he says. When the pressure becomes unbearable, I surrender to it, and feel a rush of fluid leave my body.
"Oh no, oh no," I cry, mortification washing over me.
"Fucking Christ, baby. Squirt all over me," he groans, his eyes wild with desire as he watches the evidence of my pleasure soak us both.
I couldn't stop if I wanted to. My body has a mind of its own now, continuing to release as he begins fucking me faster again.
My whole body convulses, and I keep trying to push the vibrator away, but he doesn't let me.
The relentless stimulation builds and builds until I feel another normal orgasm approaching.
"Oh God, oh God," I chant, digging my nails into his arm as I come again. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, my nerve endings firing in ways I didn't know were possible.
Even as the orgasm subsides, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he pounds into my ass harder, his rhythm becoming more primal, more demanding.
"Squirt for me again and I'm going to fill your ass with my cum," he says, his voice a near-growl that vibrates through me.
I can only nod, completely beyond coherent speech. The sensation becomes unbearable again, and I try to relax, but my body doesn't listen. Instead, it tenses up, begins shaking, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But he holds me firmly in place, and another rush leaves me.
I manage to look down where we're connected and see it spraying across his abs as he fucks me even harder.
Then I look up at his face and the expression I see there steals my breath—like I'm the most beautiful, erotic thing he's ever witnessed.
His eyes meet mine, dark with passion and something deeper.
"Good girl," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "My fucking good girl."
He removes the toy, throwing it across the bed.
Then he's lifting one of my legs over his arm while his other hand goes to my ass, lifting it higher.
Something in him snaps, and he loses all control, fucking me like a man possessed.
The sounds of our moans, my cries, and wet skin slapping together fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that pushes us both further.
"Fuck, Skye, I can't... fuck!" he roars, his body stiffening as he empties himself inside me.
The feeling of his release triggers another small orgasm that ripples through me, gentler than the others but no less profound. We stay connected, both gasping for breath, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels safe rather than constricting.
Eventually, he rolls to the side, taking me with him so I'm cradled against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as our breathing gradually slows. The room smells of sex and sweat and us, and I've never felt more deliciously used in my life.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my hair, pressing a tender kiss to my temple.
"I've never..." I trail off, not even sure how to describe what just happened to me.
His chest rumbles with a satisfied chuckle. "I know, baby. First time squirting?"
I bury my face in his neck, embarrassment returning now that the haze of pleasure is fading. "I didn't know that was a real thing. I thought it was just in porn."
"Very real," he says, tilting my chin up so I have to look at him. "And incredibly sexy. Never be embarrassed about how your body responds to pleasure."
The tender moment stretches between us, his eyes searching mine as if looking for something specific. Whatever he finds makes him smile, a real one that transforms his entire face, making him look younger and more carefree than I've ever seen him.