The cool lubricant drizzled between her bottom cheeks, mixing with her own juices. Just as he did to prepare her for the butt plug, he eased it into the rim of her hole.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said, sliding his finger into her back passage.
Her belly released a flurry of nervous energy as he added another finger. Two digits, working to uncoil her taut rings. He moved to one side and slid his arm under her shoulder, lifting her up. He spanned her chin with his broad hand, tilting her head back. She opened her eyes and saw the intense look on his face, while his other hand ceaselessly prodded and agitated her nether region.
Blake brushed away the hairs from her face. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“I can feel you give.”
She held her breath as he wriggled his fingers. “If you touched my clit, I would come,” she acknowledged.
“Not yet. You’ll come when I’m in you.”
The dichotomy of emotions continued to unravel in her head. One second he asked if she was in pain, the next he told her to wait until he was ready. She gave, he took, and at some stage, he would redress the imbalance and give back to her.
He released her head and moved behind her. She peered over her shoulder. He’d taken up position behind her, his feet firmly planted on the floor. No longer kneading her with his fingers, he gripped her sore buttocks and the tip of his hard cock pressed against her anus.
Lysa whimpered. An involuntary sound, which escaped her lips as she struggled not to tense up again and undo all of his efforts to prepare her.
“Shh.”
Please, she implored, be swift. Don’t hold back, or else the nervousness will return.
The pressure grew around her tight hole. The bulging head coaxed, cajoled then persuaded its way into her narrow passage.
She held her breath as he penetrated. A slow progress as he pushed past all her natural barriers. There was pain. She gasped, scrunched up her face and her eyes watered. It didn’t deter him and the farther he reached inside, the more she stretched about him. The sense of fullness both amazed and scared her. The large butt plug seemed small in comparison to his cock, the way it extended into her belly, exciting her sex as it plunged deeper.
“I’m in,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeously tight.”
He paused, letting her adapt and while she did, he stroked her with his hands. He circled her buttocks, slipped his hands under her belly and sought out her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She groaned, enjoying all of his extra touches.
His hands came to rest on her shoulders and he coiled his fingers, creating a new grip. His cock slid out and he penetrated fully again, faster than the last time. This time, she stretched immediately. He repeated the action again, testing her increasing elasticity.
“Good,” he muttered.
With a grunt, he drove the full length of his thick cock into her. She let out a cry, not of pain or fear, but sheer delight. Each thrust brought a new level of intensity and speed. She heard him slap against her buttocks, as her arsehole sucked him back in and she fought not to push him out. Another battle raged inside her—her orgasm stood poised to fly loose and she wrestled to contain it.
He paused again and tugging on her hair, pulled her face into his view. She blinked as the bright lights above the bed dazzled her eyes.
“You’ve tears, why?” He wiped them away.
She hadn’t been aware of them. “Just, intense,” she stammered.
“It’s about to get even more so.” He grinned. “You’re an amazing woman.” He leant over her huddled body and kissed her cheek.
The gentle interlude concluded, he gave her no more leeway, no delicate caresses or slow penetrations. He fucked her hard, just as he promised. The sounds falling out of his mouth were animalistic, base and aroused her more than she could imagine. Her own crude utterances slipped out without thought and he gave them no heed, no comment.
Lysa lost track of time. She vaguely remembered him resting a knee on the bed to change the angle of his thrusts as her shoulders slumped lower and her knees began to give out. She couldn’t hold off much longer, her clitoris throbbed with unrequited need and her belly fizzed with excitement. The discomforts, the aching, she ignored, they were nothing to the wondrous sensations concocted by other parts of her body.
“I’m close,” he gasped. “Come.”
His command arrived out of the blue, and it almost ruined her orgasm.
Under pressure to come, she hesitated, clawed at the pillow and let out a frustrated shriek.
Blake fished a hand under her, and pinched her clitoris, rubbing it with a fingertip in time with his pulverising thrusts.