Letting her down gently, I turned Vega onto her side. Bending her legs up near her chest.
Conducting preliminary preparations with a wet wipe, I took her ass in both hands, gently stretching her out.
“Oh!”
“You okay?”
“Y- yes. It just feels really good.”
“That’s the idea.”
I stretched her out again, a bit further that time, bringing out another throaty moan. Her ass was relaxing nicely.
It didn’t seem like it should be possible. Yet, there it was. The well-lubed butt plug, sliding slowly into Vega’s virgin asshole. A slow, relaxing breath as I held her hip for leverage.
“How are you doing?”
“O-o-kay - fuck!”
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“O-o-okay, d-don’t stop! Fuck yes!”
The sound was soft. The distinctive noise of a butt plug getting firmly into position. Nestled between her perfect cheeks.
Reaching around her hip, I lightly coaxed her pussy for extra stimulation as the plug did its work. Much to Vega’s delight.
Her pussy made way, allowing two fingers in, as I took the flared base of the plug between my fingers. Stroking her clit with a gentle ‘come here’ motion, I eased the plug out an inch or two before slowly sliding it back in, carefully building up a motion that was very close to thrusting. Giving her a taster of what anal sex with a cock felt like.
She went mad. Bucking and moaning, howling in pure pleasure. The shaking began, the rest of her going still as she shook from within, like she had a rickety rail bridge running through her. It all culminated in a final, banshee wail as she was hit with the combined force of a g-spot orgasm and the added sensations of the plug in her ass.
The old box spring objected to the extra weight, groaning its protest as I made my way to her. Vega wrapped herself around me, panting and trembling.
The moment held. Time seemed to stop around us. She had done it, and I was so proud of her.
It was a light touch. Just a nudge really, on the edge of the base. Vega moaned deep. The effects of the simple act seeming to run all through her.
“Would you like me to take it out?”
“Gently,” she specified.
I couldn’t quite see. But I knew it must have been a sight. Almost like a magic trick, the full bore of the plug appearing from her ass. Nothing but the softest sound of pleasure coming from Vega.
Brief but sweet, the kiss surprised her as much as me, though she was happy to reciprocate.
“I love you,” she whispered into my chest, as the plug came free.
And with those three little words, it was like everything came crashing down around me.
Chapter Eleven - Vega
Things had turned, the very air taking on a new aspect. We would get up, eat, work, read for a while and go back to bed. Hugo staying well on his side.
He wasn’t cold to me, just sort of… aloof. If I tried to cuddle him in the night he never pushed me away. When I kissed him he would smile. I did it more often. Random cuddles and kisses throughout the day. Some of the pretense for them more realistic than others. A few coming rather out of the blue, trying to catch him off-guard. To see some flicker of change. Love, hate, lust, disgust. I would have taken any of them over his passive fucking aloofness.
We hadn’t fucked for nearly a week. He hadn’t even touched me down there, or anywhere really. Almost like he was trying to keep his distance without actually staying away. My head hurt thinking about the prospect. Though not as much as my pussy ached from the sudden lack of attention. I would touch myself to take the edge off.
The butt plug helped, even more than I thought it might, reminding me of him. It just wasn’t the same. I needed him. Not just his touch, which would be nice, but the feeling that had been behind it. Even more than the sex, at least by a little, I missed the intimacy. I missed the little things, like the time he’d shampooed my hair. His body pressed up against mine in a warm, bubble bath. The tub somehow bending Newtonian physics to fit us both in it.
The work was going well, though. I was improving my French skills while helping Hugo get an even better grasp of English. The irony in no way lost on me. The publishers would probably want someone else to go over it. A ‘native speaker’ just to make sure we’d gotten it all right. Despite the fact that he’d used words like ‘xenophobic’ correctly.
There was only one explanation I could think of for the sudden ‘off switch’ in my sex life. I had spooked Hugo by saying ‘I love you.’ Never mind the fact I never would have, were it not for the situation. The pure bliss I had just experienced drawing it out of me, like torture in reverse. I meant it, after all, I did love him, but had an inkling it wouldn’t go down well. Score one for feminine intuition.