Fuck, yes. Performing must’ve excited her in more ways than one.
“Peter.” Her eyes go wide as she clutches at my biceps. “Wait, let’s first—ahh…” Her words end on a moan as I penetrate her with two fingers, reveling in the slippery, silky tightness.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand, pumping my fingers in and out of her, letting the rough tip of my thumb graze over her hooded clit with every stroke. “Tell me you want me.”
Her eyes look increasingly glazed, her pupils dilating more each second. “I do. You know I do.” She sounds breathless, her inner muscles tightening and her hips undulating in a rhythm that tells me she’s on the verge. “Please, Peter…”
I pull my fingers out and lift my hand to her face. “Suck them.” I push the fingers between her plush lips. “Get them nice and wet, you understand?”
Her eyes widen again, but she obeys, her agile tongue swirling around my fingers as I thrust them into her mouth. It feels amazing, making me imagine that tongue on my cock. Wanting more, I push my fingers deeper and feel her throat convulse in a gagging reflex, coating them with more saliva.
Fuck. If I don’t get inside her, I’ll explode.
Unzipping my jeans with my free hand, I pull my fingers out of her mouth and push them back into her pussy, letting her slickness mix with the saliva as I resume finger-fucking her, wanting that glazed look back in her eyes.
It doesn’t take long—within thirty seconds, she’s breathing fast, her pale skin beautifully flushed. Her gaze is still locked on mine, but her eyes turn hazy and unseeing, her mouth opening as her nails dig into my biceps and her thigh muscles quiver like a string.
I wait until I’m sure she’s coming, and then I pull my fingers out again—only to lift her by her toned thighs and spear her with my aching cock. Her wordless O transforms into a loud gasp, her legs wrapping tightly around my hips as I penetrate her all the way in one ruthless thrust. I can feel her inner muscles pulsing and contracting as I settle deep within her, and it takes all my willpower not to give in to the powerful urge to come.
She’s not getting off this easy.
Not tonight.
Somehow, I’m able to hang on until her spasms ease and her body slackens against mine, her lids closing as a blissed-out glow appears on her face. Lowering my head, I kiss her parted lips and move the hand that finger-fucked her from her thigh to the tempting crevice between her ass cheeks.
She’s so relaxed and caught up in my kiss that there’s minimal resistance as I press one slick finger against her tight back opening and carefully work it in. I’m already inside her to the first knuckle when her eyes fly open and her body stiffens, her inner muscles clamping on my cock and finger as her legs tighten around my hips.
“Let me in, ptichka,” I murmur against her lips. “You know you want this.”
Not that she has much choice. I’m holding her up with my free hand and the weight of my body. With her legs wrapped around my hips and my cock buried deep inside her, there’s no way she can escape or control the depth of penetration of either of her orifices.
She’s completely at my mercy, and that’s exactly what I want.
I haven’t taken her ass since our wedding night, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it—about how those perfect round globes had felt pressed against my balls and the look of ecstasy-edged agony on her face. I had hurt her, I know, and something about that had been perversely right, uniquely satisfying.
As much as I adore her, I still want to punish her sometimes, to see fear fight with arousal in her pretty eyes.
Raising my head, I see those eyes reflect exactly that as she stares up at me. “I…” Her breath is quickening again. “I don’t know if—”
I swallow her next words with another kiss and resume working my finger into her tight opening as I lift her higher with my free hand, moving her on my cock. She whimpers against my lips, and I feel my cock rub against the finger through the thin wall separating her two orifices.
My breathing speeds up, my balls drawing up tighter, and whatever restraint I still possessed vanishes. Deepening the kiss, I surge higher into her and simultaneously push a second finger into her ass. She stiffens, her nails digging deeper into my arms and her inner muscles clenching in resistance, but it’s futile. I’m already inside her, so deep that she’ll never get me out.
There’ll be no escape for her.
Not now. Not ever.
Everything within me is screaming for me to fuck her, to drive into her over and over until I erupt and the unbearable tension fades, but there’s something else I want as well. Breathing heavily, I lift my head and capture her gaze as she looks up at me dazedly, her face flushed and her lids heavy with arousal.