He leaned over and licked along the pulse point on my neck. A few well-placed sucks, and I was a panting, squirming mess. He pulled his fingers out. With such a lazy exit, it was as if I could feel every wrinkle of his fingers passing through that tight ring.
The sensation had me moaning my approval. I tried to tighten the muscles to keep his fingers in longer. To hold him there and make him tickle me from the inside even more. However, the first flex of those muscles swapped out the immense wave of pleasure I had been riding on to a sharp pinch of pain.
“Shhh, Rae. Don’t force yourself to keep me in. You want to always be trying to push me out. I promise I’ll give you everything you want. Just never tighten up on me.”
He slowly flexed and pulsed his fingers until pleasure overtook the pain. It wasn’t long before I’d scooted up to my knees and pushed my ass toward him, desperate to get more contact with those squirming digits.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, Rae. You’re so hot like this. Looking at you right now. Your gorgeous pussy is swollen and leaking. Your hips dancing in an attempt to chase my fingers. I selfishly want to play with you like this all night. Even though once you’ve come and the endorphins wear off, you’ll be sore. I still want to watch you take something in your ass.”
I heard him squirt more lube out of the bottle, and soon his fingers were replaced with something harder. It felt as if he pushed in that spongy cock for ages. I moaned against the intrusion, my body trying to solidly reject that I tried to get it to want to accept.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Slapping the cushion on my lounger didn’t make me feel any better. I wanted to keep going. To try to move on to getting an actual cock in there. I didn’t want to tap out three strokes in to experimenting with a plastic cock.
“Are you okay, Queenie?”
Fraser’s fingers tapped a rapid pattern against my swollen and sensitive clit. Each feathery touch had me grinding against the air. I was desperate to find purchase on anything. Something solid that would allow me to hump and rub against it, to find even a shadow of pleasure.
The dildo came out of my ass. I was just about to ask what happened and reiterate I wasn’t tapping out when Fraser’s tongue went straight into my most secret and hidden place. He held my hips down as he relentlessly tongue fucked me. I ground into his face with zero shame. I hauled myself up to my knees, grabbed his head, and rode his face.
He flicked on a vibrator directly against my clit, and I exploded. I came so hard I could feel my sphincter clenching down on Frazer's tongue. And still I rode him through every delicious aftershock that drown me in hormones.
Sight. Sound. Feeling. It all disappeared momentarily, and I just floated. Existing on another plane. So much so that it wasn’t until I heard Fraser grunt, I realized he slowly worked his cock into me.
“Push me out, sweetheart.” He said through grit teeth, “Push me. It will open you up and I’ll be able to get fully seated.”
I did as he asked. I raised my ass up as high as it went to encourage the muscles to relax. He caressed my sensitized nub, trying to work me into another orgasm, but it was too soon. My clit throbbed. My little button was still far too sensitive to be touched.
Fraser scored his teeth down the skin of my shoulder blade. It raised the gooseflesh on my skin and set off a short circuit of sensation that distracted me enough for Fraser to get the last few inches of his dick in.
“It’s all the way in Queenie. You did such a good job.”
He rubbed my lower back, occasionally using his nails to scratch and tickle. I didn’t possess words to describe what it felt like. Full. A little uncomfortable. But there was this giant ball of energy that hung low, deep in my pelvis, that needed more stimulation. It wanted to be released. Somehow, I knew that the moment Fraser moved, that ball was going to expand until it finally burst.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, withdrawing the tiniest fraction, and holding still once again.
“Good.”
The word was barely a whisper. It took everything for me to speak just that one word. My overloaded brain couldn’t figure out how to tell him I was untethered. That I swam in the deepest, darkest part of the ocean. Its icy tendrils licked at my skin and caused every nerve in my body to fire in a confusion of shock and satisfaction.
“I’m going to move now, sweetheart.”
My ratcheting pulse drowned out his words. His cock made its way out of my asshole. Each nerve ending around that secret little rim sparked into overwhelming pleasure. The more he pulled out, the more my body caught fire.
I existed in some unknown place where sight and sound couldn’t reach me. Sensation. Pleasure. Gut twisting, mouth agape in a soundless O, pushing, pulling, circling my hips against Fraser’s—those were the only things my conscious mind could focus on.
That, and an overwhelming thought that I never wanted to stop feeling exactly as I did at that moment. I was a sexual goddess. Giving Fraser access to my darkest place had morphed him into a swearing, grunting mess, and I wanted to witness that over and again.