With a wail, she released it. Her pussy plunged into a series of powerful spasms, contracting over and over around the vibrator. Her clit shot pleasure through her pelvis, and her hips ground deeper onto the penetration.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his hand firmly on her mound, keeping her where he wanted her. “That’s it. Fucking beautiful.”
The stimulation was so much, too much. She wailed and clutched his forearms. “Carter. I can’t…”
He kept it held firm for another three seconds and just when she thought she might burst, he pulled it out.
She dragged in air, dizzy, her abdominal muscles pulsing.
“Leah.” His face was over hers. “You have no idea how hot that was to watch.” He kissed her, his breaths also coming in pants.
She moaned and clutched his warm shoulders, pressed her legs together to hold in the last spasms of pleasure.
He broke the kiss and tipped her away from him, onto her side.
For a moment, she lay staring at the thick curtains covering the window.
He was stripping. The bed moving. She heard the drawer again but didn’t turn to see what he was doing, and then he scooped in behind her.
His erection lodged between her ass cheeks. Big and solid and hot.
“That was just the warm-up,” he murmured against her ear. “Now you get the consequences of making me so horny for you.”
His hands were everywhere, sliding over her ass, her thighs, between them to stroke her pussy. She sensed slickness, as though he’d taken some of the body oil she kept in the drawer.
“Remember I told you that you could trust me?” he said.
“Yes. Yes. I remember.” His fingers were sliding through her folds.
“Do that now. Trust.”
Before she could answer, there was pressure over her asshole—firm insistent pressure.
“Oh…” Her eyes widened. “Carter.”
“You’re only ever going to want me after this.” He bit gently on her earlobe. “And that’s a promise.”
She didn’t answer. What could she say when he was now pushing one of his fingers into her ass? The sensation was so strange, so illicit, and so darkly erotic.
“Fuck, you’re tight here.” He pushed in further, his knuckles butting onto her ass cheeks. “We’re going to have to work to get my cock in here.”
“Oh, God. Your cock?” Surely not. How would that fit?
“Yeah, Leah. My cock.” He wriggled around, then added another finger.
She bucked away, but he trapped her to him, his free arm a tight vise under and around her.
“Relax and enjoy it,” he said. “Before you know it, you’ll be begging for this.”
She wasn’t convinced on that, but now that he was stroking her insides, she was getting used to it. Her pussy felt hot and puffy and was still so wet. Her clit twitched, sending a delicious streak of pleasure to her ass.
With a groan, she closed her eyes and concentrated on what he was doing. She did trust him with her pleasure, her body. But could she do this?
She blew out a breath.
“Good girl.” He kissed her head, over her hair. “That’s it.”
He was gently fucking her ass with his fingers now, the oil lubricating his way. She found herself swaying, small movements, to the rhythm of his fingers.