“Forest.” He walks me backwards, hands going to my hips, thumb sweeping over my lower stomach. I wish he’d go lower. The wetness coating my sex seems to get slicker with every movement of my legs.
“Missed out on something last time. Saw you crawl into bed when I took care of the condom, watched your ass the entire time.” There’s a hunger in his tone, one that drips heated desire.
“And what did you want, Forest?” I ask. He moves so he’s flat on his back and my legs straddle his hips, hands moving up until he’s cupping both of my breasts, his cock at my slit, making me slide back and forth until the underside of his length is coated with my wetness.
“You on your hands and knees, watching my cock between the cheeks of your ass.” One of his hands that was on my breast coasts behind my front, slides down my back until he’s gripping the cheek of my ass, opening me up. His fingers slide across that one entrances no one has ever had access to. “My finger pressing on this entrance, your ass sucking it in like it were my dick taking you there.” His words cause me to rock harder and faster, envisioning how that would look, how it would feel, and if I’d actually allow him to one day take me there.
“Forest.” He lifts his head up and takes one nipple into his mouth. The hand on my breast is still pinching and pulling, a thick digit presses against that same spot, and I swear I’m reeling in a craving I’m not sure I ever experienced.
“You like that, don’t you.” He pulls off my nipple. A whimper leaves me as I wait for him to continue.
“Yes.” He moves us so I’m flat on my back and he’s hovering above my naked and trembling body.
“I’m taking you from behind. Not taking your ass tonight. One day, you’ll give me that.” Forest is sure of himself; he’s also not wrong. I turn over in his arms, him giving me the room to work as I prop myself up on my forearms, thrust my ass backwards, answer enough that he can take what he wants tonight. There’s one thing about Forest—he’ll never hang me out to dry.
“Look at you. Hold yourself there, just like that.” He moves to the nightstand, and I see him pull out the metallic square.
“I’ll work on birth control, if that’s something you want to get rid of.” I nod at him as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. If I thought his demeanor was full of craving before, it’s nothing like it is right now.
“You do that. I’ll show you my tests. Haven’t been with anyone since her besides you.” I nod. His hands work the latex down his cock. My core clenches with want, begging to feel him inside me, missing how it is between the two of us.
“This week,” I respond. Forest is behind me now, his knees pressed to the mattress on the outside of my spread thighs, pressing on my lower back to make me arch for him further.
“Fuck, yes.” He rubs the head of his cock against my seam, gathering the wetness, and then he’s moving inside me. My head lowers, a moan that is too loud makes me find a pillow, pressing my face into it, unable to stay quiet. It isn’t until Forest is seated inside me that I take a deep breath, adjusting to his length, and in this position, he feels so much bigger.
“You good, baby? Ready for me to start moving, or do you need a few more minutes?” he asks as he drags the back of his fingers against the slope of my back, then going lower. My body tightens around his length when he reaches that spot. A sensation I’ve never felt before, it’s featherlight at first. “It’s okay. You tell me no, and I’ll stop.” I shake my head, push my hips back towards him, letting him know to keep going. He presses further, slowly rocking his hips until I’m relaxed.
“More,” I tell him, wanting to feel him lose control, much like he makes me do anytime his hands are on me.
“Shit, Bailey, you feel so good, all tight and hot wrapped around my cock, your ass taking my thumb, sucking it in. The first time I take your ass, you’ll have a toy in your pussy as my cock tunnels in and out. You’ll love it, especially with how you’re taking me now.” I desperately would love to see what he’s doing, to watch as his body is taken over by rapture. Next time, I’ll ask for a mirror.
“Forest,” I chant his name into the pillow over and over again. He’s not holding back now. I can feel his thumb in my ass, pressing down, and his dick, God, his dick, indescribable is what it is, thrusting in and out, the groans and moans tumbling from his lips. I’m in the throes of an out-of-this-world orgasm. There’s no holding back, no stopping, it’s Forest and me in this room, each of us grasping to come. I hope he lets go, silently hating that he’s coming inside of a condom, vowing that I’ll be fixing that as soon as possible.