He strips me naked, kissing my neck as I melt into his arms. “So beautiful,” he says, kissing his way down my body while I stand there, my heart racing.
He kneels between my legs, his tongue flicking out, finding my core. I lean back on the wall behind me as the room slowly fills with steam.
He teases me with his tongue, one hand sliding around behind me, holding me in place with his arm like I might try to escape from this.
I’m not going anywhere. I open my legs a little wider as he slides a finger into me, pushing back and forth while his tongue flicks in place, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.
“On all fours,” he says just as I’m on the brink. I pout a little but he only rumbles a laugh and warns me with his eyes what’ll happen if I disobey him.
He chivalrously puts a towel under me so I’m not kneeling on the tiles. It feels soft on my knees and hands as I get into position, looking back over my shoulder with my eyes widening as I see he’s produced a butt plug and a tube of lube.
Maisie’s mentioned plugs before, when very drunk, and I’ve seen enough videos online to know what’s going to happen.
I think of my safe word but I know I’m not going to say it. This might be the last time we ever get to do this. We might both be dead by tomorrow night. I want to know what it’s going to feel like when he slides that into my ass.
How have I gone from a virgin to this in just a couple of days? Is this what a near-death experience does to a person? Makes you want to do kinky things like this? Or was I always this way inside myself?
Maybe I just didn’t know it until the right person came along to show me. After all, there must be a reason why I watched those videos and enjoyed them with Old Faithful to hand, right?
“Keep still,” he says. “Take a deep breath.”
I breathe in and let it out slowly. As I do, he pushes the slippery cold tip of the steel plug between my buttocks. I gasp as it pushes against my body’s resistance. Surely, it’ll never fit in there.
I’m about to say there’s no point, that I’m too tense, but then I take another breath and with a sudden widening, it’s in. He nudges it deeper as I try my best to get used to the intensity of the sensation.
I look back at him, seeing him concentrating, making sure he doesn’t hurt me. I feel a pull at my heart that this might be the last time. Then I forget to feel sorry for myself because the plug is in me and I can’t even breathe.
For a few moments, I can’t do anything, can’t even move. There’s stretching, a fullness, a naughtiness to knowing what we’re doing is taboo. It’s like how stolen candy tastes so much better than store-bought. Doing this because we shouldn’t makes it feel all the dirtier.
Dirty in a good way, same as how I feel right now with the plug inside me and him kneeling, grabbing hold of my hips.
He slides the tip of himself into me and I gasp with delight at the sensation. Moving his hips against mine, he twists the plug in place, shifting it against my insides, turning my nerve endings wild.
I look back at him, seeing his face make expressions it doesn’t make in front of anyone else. He stares back at me like a wild animal and I want him more than I ever have before. I make myself stay in the moment. I won’t think about how this might be the last time. I will just enjoy the here and now.
I can’t believe I’ve gone from never having sex to this in such a short space of time. All because of him. His confidence is infectious, spreading to me, making me more aware of my own desires, my own needs, and letting them show through where I would normally keep them hidden away.
“You look good with a plug in your ass,” he says, thrusting faster into me. “Touch yourself for me.”
I don’t reply. I can’t. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm so powerful that, when I brush my fingers over my clit, it hits me in a single all-encompassing sensation.
My entire being lights up like a pinball machine, my limbs shaking, my mouth open, my pussy contracting around his still thrusting cock.
“Come in me,” I manage to get out, not caring how dirty I sound. “Fucking come in me. Give it to me.”
He swats my ass for cussing but I notice he does move faster, driving himself into me so fast the towel starts sliding me across the floor. I almost collapse under the pile driving motion but then it happens.
He slams all the way in, letting out a roar of pure lust. I feel his cock spurting deep into me, filling me up and making me again wish I wasn’t on the pill. I want his children at this moment. I want a family with him. A marriage, an entire lifetime.
Not possible. I know that.
Doesn’t stop me yearning for it though as he slides gently from me. He eases the plug out of my ass as the last waves of my climax slowly fade away.
“Time for that shower,” he says, lifting me to my feet. I let him guide me into the cubicle in a daze. Once again, he washes my hair for me as I lean back against the solid wall of muscle that is him.
He might be bad news. It might all be about to go wrong but as he runs his hands softly through my scalp, I don’t care about anything at all other than this fact.
I love him.