“Watch,” he roars as he steals himself from me, leaving my vagina to make a weird, hollowing noise. He ignores it, and because of that, I have zero embarrassment. Tearing off the condom, fist choking his erection, he pumps slow and tight. When his hand works up to the head, the force brings a thick drop of precum to the slit. “See that? See how close I am to fuckin’ losin’ it,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“The–the–the condom,” I manage to pant out as I struggle to stay on the edge, seriously concerned at this point about ruining myself. He pumps himself again, sending the bead of cream dripping down his shaft, sliding between veins of strain.
“Until I fill your pussy and watch myself ooze out while I suck your clit, I’m gonna fill that ass. Make it mine.” The sound of spit hitting his palm has my heart palpitating. The way this man uses spit as lube drives me mad with raunchy pleasure.
I gulp, and it earns me a wink. Our eyes connected, he slides the slick head of his bare cock to my hole, pushing in with a burst of movement. I wince and jerk back on the counter a little, but he wraps his arm around me, resting his palm on my lower back with protection and comfort.
“There you go. Good girl.” His hips roll forward, and I slap at his shoulders, my physical reaction telling him no but my words and my heart saying yes.
“More, more, more,” I pant as my lower half begins to relax, each inch of him burning me open, feeling contrarily and confusingly like a sedative to me. When his balls slap the edge of the counter, and he groans, the pressure in my taint blossoms into a buzzing intensity, and I swear my g-spot thrums at the fullness.
“That’s my good girl. Opening up that tight ass for your man,” he whispers the dirtiest words I’ve ever heard—the most romantic words I’ve ever heard–and I realize his hand is tenderly cupping the back of my head.
Thissex.
On the counter. In my ass. Me a crying, sweating mess.
Thisis the equivalent of “movie missionary.” This isourromantic, soul-tying, connection-deepening lovemaking. Our version.
I would never have envisioned the “it” sex with the love of my life being like this.
And that makes me love it so much more.
Him, too.
With his hand still tenderly holding my head, his hips never stop as he brings his full lips to my nipple, sucking me into his mouth.
It’s feral and reactionary, but it’s also so gentle and tender like his heart is directly tied to every touch, every kiss, and every lick.
“Your little asshole is so goddamn tight;she’s choking my cock,” he groans, shaking his head, sending beads of sweat everywhere, Across my forehead, on my chest… in my mouth. I lick my lips and swallow, and even though I can’t taste much, just knowing it was there puts fire in my veins.
“I’m cl—”
“I’m gonna cum,” I whine, bearing down on his cock, my nails so deep in his shoulders that he has to be in pain. He has to. But he doesn’t say a word.
His hips slap against me a few more times, rough and hard, and then he comes to an abrupt halt, all the way inside of me. He grabs my throat again, this time leaving his thumb across my chin.
His grip is tight but tender as the heat of his cum spreads through me. His erection burns me as it flexes and erupts, filling me with his hot release. I feel full, warm, and strange and I don’t even know how I came without rubbing my clit, but… holy crap.
“I love you,” I say on a momentous exhale as I try to catch my breath. “I love you,” I repeat again, wanting to enjoy myself saying it. “I love you,” I try a third time, and that’s the charm because he yanks me to him–by the throat–and crashes his mouth to mine. At some point, his cock slips out of me, along with a rush of cum, but he stays tucked between my legs, eating my face and whispering sweet things to me.
“You were so good, Goldie.”
“I love you.”
“God, I’m addicted to your perfect little ass.”
“That ass holds my cum so good; you’re such a good girl.”
That last one has me molten.
I fall asleep excited for the future.
twenty-four
atticus
All of my favorite holes, open and on display