“No, don’t tense up,” he whispered. “Just relax.”
She forced herself to unclench her fists. The pressure increased to near pain.
“Easy, darlin’, just a little more.” There was a sudden give and an incredible feeling of fullness.
He now had two fingers completely inside her. It wasn’t comfortable. She tried to shift away.
He pulled his fingers out before forging them back in. “Damn, darlin’, you’re tight.” When they were seated to the hilt, he pressed harder, almost convulsively probing for more.
“Am I supposed to be?”
He kissed her quickly as if to shut her up. “You’re perfect, darlin’. Just perfect.”
He pulled his fingers all the way out before forging back in again. The feeling was strange, not quite painful, but on the edge. The third time he didn’t pause before reinserting them. He just fucked her hard and steady, and relentlessly. Her pussy burned with the friction. A tingling breathless shiver of sensation started at her toes and snaked over her body, making her hair stand on end.
“Asa?”
“Just relax,” he ordered again.
She didn’t have any choice. He had her pinioned. He paused on the next withdrawal, then he was back, and there was more than before.
“Asa! That hurts.”
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded driven. Desperate. He pushed again. Harder. She gasped at the bite of pain and pleasure that rolled over her as he managed to wedge three fingers into her pussy.
“Damn. You haven’t taken…” He bit off whatever he was going to say. His voice was rough and gravelly as he asked, “Is it too much? Can you take more?”
There was no doubt he needed her to take more. She felt overstretched and too full, and her pussy burned where it struggled to accommodate him, but a more primitive part of her enjoyed it. Wanted more. Wanted to see exactly how much she could take.
The upward thrust of his fingers made her moan, as her sensitive tissue clasped and clung to his fingers.
“Easy now. I can fix it.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he was sliding down her body. His hands stayed where they were, but his mouth moved scandalously low. She grabbed his hair and tugged.
“Leave be, Elizabeth.”
“But?”
“Trust me, darlin’. You’ll like this.”
She already knew she liked this, but she wasn’t sure it was okay to be doing it in the open. That was before she felt the hot, moist pressure of his tongue on her over-stimulated clit. Fire streaked through her loins. She bit her lips and gasped.
His chuckle vibrated on her clit, reverberating through her body. Her hands no longer tugged. They pressed his mouth closer. He responded by lashing her with his tongue, and then gently capturing her aching, hungry bud with his teeth. When she was writhing, he pushed with his fingers. The pain was nothing compared with the pleasure.
“That’s it,” he encouraged through the lust boiling through her. “Open for me, darlin’.”
He stretched her wider, then slid his fingers free. She felt bereft. Empty. Aching.
His teeth and tongue were relentless on her clit as his fingers were merciless on her pussy. He kept her poised there, empty and aching, before he pressed his fingers against her again and began a steady fuck. She took all three fingers to the hilt, hard and deep over and over, her pussy struggling to accommodate the demands he made on it while her body struggled to control the maelstrom of sensation overwhelming her. There was no escaping the feelings that built. She gasped, begged, but he didn’t stop. He merely drove her higher until her body arched like a tightly strung bow. One more lash of his tongue, one more thrust of his fingers and she knew she’d shatter forever, never to be the same again.
He pulled back, depriving her of all sensation.
“Asa!” It was a sob. A plea for mercy. She wiggled against him.
“Hold on,” he ordered, pushing her hips down with his arm.
He was not going to leave her like this!
“No more teasing,” she demanded, struggling to renew contact with his body.
“I’ve got something better if you’d just stop fighting me,” he growled.
Something hard and warm brushed her starving pussy. Lightning streaked up her nerve endings. She twisted upwards. “Oh, yes!”
“Jesus!” He sounded like he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His hands on her hips held her still. His fingers grazed that sensitive spot as he spread her, and then there was a delightful pressure against her openly weeping pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed again, closing her eyes against the sunlight, wanting to concentrate on the feeling of him against her. Hot. Hard. Huge and eager.
“Put your arms around me.” The order was a harsh imitation of sound.
She obeyed immediately. He reached between their bodies. His fingers took over where his tongue had left off, gliding over her clit, circling, teasing. It was too much. Her whole body exploded and then re-centered on that one central point of bliss. She sobbed, the pleasure was so beautiful, and over and over her body spasmed. Each throb had her whole concentration until the last one dropped off. So caught up in her bliss, she barely noticed the pain as Asa breached her pussy with the wide head of his cock.