“Oh shit.” Another orgasm started to form.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Eve.” He pushed his cock into me and inserted a finger simultaneously. “Breathe, baby.”
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath.
“Doing okay?”
“Mhm. Don’t stop.” There was already a lot of pressure and he wasn’t close to being all the way in.
“I won’t, but let me know if it’s too much.” He pulled back, then pushed back in.
I fisted the pillow and buried my face in it.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Eve? Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head.
He repeated, pulling out and pushing back in. I wouldn’t cry out from the pain. It was tolerable. This was a bonding moment for us, one I wouldn’t ruin.
As Art fucked me with his fingers, I found myself rocking on my knees, lost in the sensations working through my pussy toward my ass.
He gripped my hip and went all the way in. “Oh, Jesus.” He held still. “You’re squeezing the fuck out of my dick, baby. I ain’t never felt anything better.”
I couldn’t reply. I was on the verge of an epic release. It was so mind-numbing I didn’t feel any pain.
“I’m going to start fucking this tight little hole, Eve. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’m okay. Go.”
The sound of our skin slapping together pulsed in my ears. My mind whirled with the blinding pressure carrying me into orbit. All I could think wasdon’t stop.
“Shit, I’m close.” He picked up the pace. His slick fingers fucked my pussy, and his hard as granite cock pounded into my ass.
It was overwhelming.
Dirty and delicious.
Wicked and sinful.
I held my breath but couldn’t help yelping and moaning, wholly overheated and sweating from the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
And my orgasm hit with a mammoth punch. “Art!” I screamed his name like a prayer.
He drove in and knocked me into an alternate universe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eve!” he roared through his explosive release. “Fuck!” His cum oozed out of my ass and down my inner thighs.
I held myself in place as long as I could, then my body gave out. I collapse on the bed, nearly passing out.
Art pulled out slowly. “Baby, are you okay?” He plucked several tissues out of the box on the nightstand and gently cleaned me up.
“Yes, I’m okay. Blissfully exhausted is all.”
“Do you want to take a bath or a shower?” He rubbed my thigh while cleaning himself.
“I don’t think I can stand. Lay with me.”
He got comfortable beside me, took me into his arms, and cuddled me. “I’m without words, sweetness,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving me that piece of you.”
I cradled the side of his face. “I love you. I wanted to show you how much. I wanted you to know I’m all yours.”