By the time I’m done explaining there are tears in Grace’s eyes, “You’re a hero for doing that.” She cries, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“No, baby, I’m just a man trying to protect the woman he loves and occasionally making good choices that don’t piss her off.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she whispers, pressing her pink lips to mine. The world, and the night’s events fall away the moment our lips find each other. I want to take things slow, fuck sensually, slowly, over and over again, but my need for her overpowers every singular thought in my mind in that moment. I’m consumed with a need to be inside of her, connected to her.
Pulling away, I gently nudge her off my lap and onto the cushion beside me. She looks up at me with a confused look. “Hands and knees, baby,” I order as I start to undo my belt. As always, she obliges, moving to her hands and knees. I flip the back of the sundress she’s wearing up, and chuckle when I find her completely bare.
“What’s so funny?” She asks over her shoulder.
“Oh nothing, just the fact that you were clearly ready for me.” I trail a finger over her lower back and down her ass crack. I have yet to claim that part of her. But I will.
“I’m always ready for you.” She wiggles her ass back and forth, and I land a hard slap against one of the creamy globes leaving a red welt behind.
“Stay here, do not move, or I will blister your ass,” I demand, hopping off the couch. “Actually, I might do that anyways for you threatening to leave me.” I give her another smack on her perfect little ass before I head into the bedroom shucking my pants in the process. I go to the nightstand pull out the lube that I bought for this special occasion. When I return to the couch, with the lube in hand, I find Grace exactly where I left her. She looks up at me, her eyes going impossibly wide when she sees the bottle of lube.
“I’m going to take your puckered asshole, and finally stake claim to every hole on your body,” I growl, situating myself behind her. I set the bottle of lube down on the end table and trail my fingers over her already dripping folds. She’s always so ready for me, drenched, hungry for my cock. I can’t wait for the day when she tells me she’s ready for kids so I can watch her stomach grow big and round.
Slipping two thick fingers into her cunt, I pump in and out of her, scissoring the digits as I do. This causes her to mewl, her back arching into my touch.
“My pussy, my ass, all mine,” I hiss, placing a kiss against her ass cheek. I finger fuck her until she’s bucking against my hand, whimpering with need, begging for my cock, and then I grab the lube and pop the cap on it. Putting a generous squirt between her ass cheeks, I use two fingers and swirl the cold goop against the tight ring of muscles.
“Luke, I need you,” Grace whines.
“Soon, baby, so fucking soon, and when you come it’ll be a like a thousand fireworks went off inside of your body.” Massaging her puckered asshole takes some time, but I’m more than patient. Using both hands, I play with her clit with one and slide just the tip of my pinky into her ass, noticing the stillness of her body as I do so.
“Relax, baby, just breathe nice and deep, don’t tighten up,” I direct. Slowly the tension seeps from her body, and I start to pump my pinky finger in and out of her ass, adding another finger when she starts to moan, pushing her ass back against me. Again, she tightens up as I start to stretch her, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.
Playing her like a fiddle, I wait until she’s on the cusp of orgasm before I pull away, and slide a third finger into her ass, admiring the way her ass stretches around my digits. Fuck, if I wasn’t hard enough.
“Such a pretty ass, swallowing my fingers. Soon it’ll be my cock,” I whisper, peppering her ass with kisses. She whimpers when I pull my fingers out of her ass, and I soothe her by kneading the flesh. Then I reach for the lube and squirt some into my hand, coating my thick cock with it.
It’s going to be a tight fit, but I’m positive my girl can take it.
Spreading her ass cheeks, I place the head of my cock against the tight ring of her ass and start to press forward, which is when Grace starts to panic.
“You won’t fit,” she whimpers, reaching around to place a hand against my thigh.