Chapter Forty–One
Melanie
That pleasure he was talking about… I knew where we were going next, and although I wanted this more than I wanted anything because I knew he needed it, I still couldn’t help being a bit apprehensive. The anal plugs had been painful at first, but Jonah had been right. I had stretched to accommodate them.
But the only plug left was…him.
And he was so much bigger and so much longer than any of the plugs.
I understood it would hurt. I understood that the tight ring of muscle was the hardest part to get through and the pain would subside after that.
But still, I trembled.
I raised my head and looked at Jonah. His brow line was saturated with perspiration, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. His chin and lips were glistening with my juices, as were his shoulders and neck. How much had I squirted?
His eyes were heavy lidded, smoky.
He was beautiful, yet that word wasn’t adequate. He transcended beauty as he looked at me. If only a word existed to adequately describe him. But language was limited. Magnificent wasn’t enough. Gorgeous, beautiful, handsome—none of them were enough.
I hoped he could read what I wanted to say in the look I was giving him, in the love I was feeling as I gazed upon his strong and brilliant form.
“I love you, Melanie,” he said, his eyes dark with desire.
“I love you too, Jonah.”
“I’m going to turn you over now. I’m going to take what I need from you. If at any time—”
I stopped him with a gesture. “I want this. I want this as much as you do. It’s important to me.”
He gently turned me over, my ass in the air, the large plug still embedded inside.
“I’m going to take the plug out of you now, baby. I’ll give you a little more lube.” He sighed. “Do you have any idea how much this means to me? How much you mean to me?”
I did know. I knew exactly how much it meant to him, because it meant the same to me. Was it anything I ever thought I would do? No. But I knew in the depths of my soul that I would enjoy it as much as he would, because I was doing it for him.
I would do anything for him.
I felt the tips of his fingers massaging me. I felt the moisture of the lube.
And then the tip of his cock nudged at the entrance to my foreign place.
“Do the same thing, baby. Breathe in and then out.”
I complied, and—
A scream ripped from my throat.
His strong hands massaged my cheeks. “Easy. I’m in. All the way. You tell me when I can move.”
“I’m sorry.” I nodded. “I didn’t mean to scream.”
“It’s okay. I know I’m a lot to take. You will get used to me. I promise you, once you’re used to the fullness, this is going to be so much pleasure for you.”
I wasn’t naïve. I knew people enjoyed anal sex. I enjoyed him fingering me. I had even grown to enjoy the plugs. And I was determined to enjoy this. It was a gift I could only give once, and I was so glad I was giving it to Jonah right now.
He was doing this my way, even though it was something he wanted. He hadn’t bound me, and he had only smacked me a few times. He was being purposefully gentle, and while I appreciated it, I didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t be himself, couldn’t do what he needed to do.
After this first time, I would voice that. But not now.