“Please what?” he growled, his face still close to my breast, his thumb still against me.
“I want you inside me.”
He sucked my nipple one last time and then slid his hands beneath me. Slash teased at my entrance and then he slammed into me, filling me completely. He stretched me wide, and I could feel every hard inch of him.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
My eyelids flipped open, and I stared into his eyes as he drilled into me. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Slash ground his pelvis and hit that perfect spot. I let out a scream as my orgasm washed over me. He pulled out before I was done quivering.
He rubbed my hip. “Flip over for me, baby. Get on all fours.”
Mindless and languid, but still wanting more, I did as I was bid. He leaned over me to reach for the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and took out a bottle of lube and my vibrator.
“We’ll go slow,” he said gruffly. “You say stop, we stop.”
I nodded and gripped the comforter in anticipation. I heard the squirt of liquid from the bottle and then Slash gently put a finger between my cheeks. He teased my back entrance but didn’t enter.
He withdrew his touch. Slash picked up the vibrator and slathered it with lube.
“Pleasure yourself,” he said, handing it to me.
I took the device from him and slid it between my legs. My body accepted it easily and I let out a shaky breath when I turned it on. It pulsed and rotated inside me, and I was consumed. So consumed, I hardly noticed when Slash slid a finger into me. It felt strange, unusual, but not unpleasant.
“Easy,” he said. “Breathe in.”
I inhaled and he pushed his knuckle in farther.
The vibrator was hitting all the right spots, but it wasn’t dialed up enough to make me come.
Slash worked his finger in and out of me, slowly, with care. Soon, the uncomfortable feeling was gone, replaced with a need to be filled by him.
As I was writhing from the vibrator, Slash removed his finger. I felt him move behind me, and then the crown of his shaft touched my entrance. He guided himself in, achingly slow, stopping every few seconds.
My entire body was flushed and tingly. The back of my neck was hot, and I felt like I had a fever. I was swollen and achy.
“Come for me, woman.”
With a strangled cry, I came around the vibrator. As I was moaning my release, Slash slid all the way into me.
I was full. Impossibly full. Despite coming hard twice already, I was a bow string ready to snap. I felt him everywhere, and when he gripped my hips and started to fuck me, I mewled like an animal in heat.
Our skin heated and I lost track of time as pleasure dowsed every nerve ending. I was mindless, delirious. I came again and nearly collapsed on the bed, but Slash’s grip held me up.
“I’m coming,” he growled against my back and then he slammed into me one final time. He pumped his hips, his thighs hitting the back of my legs.
I turned off the vibrator and gently eased it out.
He kissed the lower part of my shoulder blade and then slid from me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“I just did.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. His forehead was damp with sweat and his eyes were bright.
“That was…yeah.”