He tightens his grip on my hips and enters me with one smooth stroke. I’m so ready for him, almost dripping wet, and my mind short circuits as his manhood kisses the mouth of my womb as he hits bottom within me. This position, with my ass in the air and pelvis tilted, changes all the angles.
He leans forward and snatches the coconut oil off my table, its purpose becoming crystal clear for me. I’m almost annoyed. He’s had this planned the entire time.
I feel the room temperature oil covering my crack, and them, humiliatingly, he covers my puckered back flesh with it, fingers delving between my cheeks. It feels so strange, and I fully expect to hate it, but like everything Raoul does, he manages to make it feel good, gently massaging my hole with his oil-coated fingers as he hips slowly work his cock in and out of my pussy. It’s a bizarre feeling, all of it happening at one.
His fingers swirl there between my asscheeks, again and again, no doubt waiting for me to relax. He picks up the pace fucking me, filling me so full that it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. If he can just keep this slow, steady pace up, I’ll be able to come even if he’s playing with my asshole.
Play turns more serious though, when one hand slips under me and finds my engorged clit, the concentrated sensation of his rough finger touching me nearly blinding. My moan is cut short when at the same time, he sinks one finger into my back entrance, just as he starts to work my nub firmly.
Pleasure and pain war for dominance inside of me, his finger in my ass causing a burn that is almost too much to bear. When Raoul starts to work his finger in and out in an imitation of how he’s fucking my simultaneously, some of the burning dissipates and is replaced by an odd, not completely unwelcome sensation. Any other time, his expert caresses of my clit paired with his cock fucking me so good would be a quick road to making me come, but I can’t help but be distracted.
“Relax,” he tells me, “You’re never going to be able to take my cock here if you don’t calm down.”
God, his words are so dirty. He punctuates the statement with a few extra hard thrusts of his cock, and when I cry out his name, bound hands grabbing at the couch upholstery desperately, Raoul adds another finger into my ass.
I hiss and arch my back, and it follows the same course…burn, and then strange pleasure, so different from everywhere else he’s touching me.
The coconut oil helps his fingers slide in and out with ease, and once the uncomfortable feeling is completely dissipated, I’m struck by howfullI am. Raoul fucks my pussy with his cock while finger fucking my ass, all the while still rubbing my clit. I’ve never been so overwhelmed with sensations in my entire life, nor have I ever felt so utterly filled up. Like a switch being flipped, I can’t take it much longer. I’m going to come.
I tell Raoul as much, and he praises me again and again, playing my body like an instrument.
I’m helpless, completely bound and owned by Raoul, my body no longer my own, and before I can even suck in another breath, I lose that one last ounce of control, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
I can feel the rush of liquid between my thighs, my inner walls fluttering around Raoul’s cock as my orgasm rolls over me in waves, blooming from the base of my spine and then out. Everything is condensed down to Raoul inside of me, and the way my body is shattering in ecstasy for him.
As my climax begins to wane, I feel him pull out of me, both hands returning to my hips, and then his cock bumping against my back entrance. It’s time, and there’s no going back.
Raoul takes advantage of my orgasm still rippling through me and how helpless it makes me, pushing his cock into my well-lubed hole. It hurts. Oh, it hurts, but he takes it incredibly slow just as he promised. The stretching is the worst part, but I put my trust in Raoul, clenching my bound fists and breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. Aftershocks from my climax do make it easier, and whenever Raoul feels one shiver through me, he presses himself into me just a little further.
“You’re doing so good, my beautiful Skye, my treasure.” His voice is so deep that I can almost feel it physically against my skin.
It feels like hours, this invasion of my most secret spaces, even though it surely isn’t. Raoul waits for the pain to fade each time before moving again. It makes for an achingly slow process, but it’s bearable, and I have to admit feeling him inside me in this new place is interesting. Maybe once I’m used to it, it will even feel good.
Finally, the seemingly-impossible occurs, and Raoul’ hips bump against my asscheeks. “I’m in you, Skye. All the way.”
All I can do is whimper.
“Hold your hands up for me,” he says, and when I obey, he removes the belt. Blood surges to my tingling hands, and I wiggle my fingers.
“Touch yourself,” he continues, his hands stroking up and down my back comfortingly where he has pushed my tank top up. “I want this to be good for you, too.”
I want to tell him that it’s useless, but I know Raoul will never take no for an answer, so I push one hand between my legs and circle my still sensitive clit with my fingers. I’m positive I won’t come, not with how uncomfortable I am with his cock buried in my ass, but then he starts to move.
Oh.Oh.
“Raoul,” I breathe shakily. “That feels good.”
“I know it does. Your body sings for me,Tesorina, and only me.” Raoul grits the words out between his teeth, “But I am not going to last long, love, not in this tight ass of yours.”
It feels forbidden, almost taboo, but against all odds Raoul starts to fuck my ass in earnest, and it feelsincredible.Pleasure, with just the hint of pain, and so different from how he feels in my pussy. He’s gentler, not as rough or fast, and it’s exactly right for us both.
My hand works frantically on my clit, my eyes clenched shut. It’s such a strange and delicious feeling, and my legs start to helplessly shake within minutes. I wouldn’t be able to come without touching myself, but with both the familiar and powerful feeling of my fingers between my legs combined with the brand new sensation of Raoul’s cock inside my back entrance, I’m hurtling towards that precipice.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls, leaning forward to pepper kisses along my spine as his hips begin to stutter, “Come with me, Skye,”
As soon as I feel the first hot rush of his seed, I do as he says, coming so quickly that my whole body arches. It’s like a thunderclap, harder and quicker than I’ve come before, and with each spasm I can feel how full I am with Raoul inside of me, all over again.
I love it. I lovehim.