His voice was husky. Deep. Intent. On nothing more than the nuances contained in the question, her womb clenched. She slid her mouth free of his cock. “Yes.”
“Keep them that way.”
The order didn’t require a response. She gave it to him anyway in a slow breath that wafted across the head of his cock in a whispery tease. The hard shaft jerked in her grip. She followed the airy caress with her tongue, flattening it across the broad head, holding it there, holding him there for a heartbeat before wiggling her tongue in the tiny slit at the center, then doing it again when his big body jerked in response, fucking it in tiny pulses that had his breath hissing in between his teeth. Oh yes, she liked him like this.
She laughed, taking him deep, letting him share in the reverberations of her pleasure. He pushed high with his hips, getting her to take a fraction more, reestablishing the power between them, reinforcing who would give and who would take. While she struggled to accept his cock, something cool and smooth pressed against her anus.
“Umph?”
The answer to her incoherent question was an increase in pressure against the tight ring of her ass. She froze. He had been in the toy box. Her ass twitched in apprehension while her pussy wept with need. She pushed up on her arms. The move pressed her harder against the would-be intruder. “Stay still.”
It was a no-nonsense order followed by a no-nonsense push against her butt. Whatever he had chosen felt huge. She remembered some of the toys they had selected. They were huge. Her muscles tensed in an agony of indecision. He pushed the fake penis against her butt again. She moved forward to his balls to postpone the inevitable penetration. She made an involuntary move to close her legs, but only succeeded in clamping her thighs around his ribs. His chest hair abraded her clit, making her gasp and twist.
He laughed, a low, husky, distracted sound. His palm cupped her rear holding her to the pleasurable friction while with unrelenting pressure against her anus he forced her body’s acceptance. “Relax, Becky.”
She tried, but it wasn’t easy. He didn’t desist.
“You can take this. Just relax and push back.”
He didn’t give her any choice. Untried muscles gave up on the unequal battle. She panted through the foreign sensation, a combination of pleasure and pain.
More pressure, this time at the back of her head, keeping her mouth full of his cock as he slowly breached her ass with the thick toy.
She breathed through her nose, struggling to relax, torn between wanting him to stop and needing the dark consummation to continue. The slow penetration finally stopped. The rough calluses of his fingers grazed the hypersensitive skin of her rear as he asked, “Okay?”
She took a breath, stilling the panic to try to find an answer. The dildo stretched her past comfortable but not fully into pain, creating contrary signals that her desire absorbed and translated into something darker, something deeper, something intriguingly different. She nodded yes.
“Good. Now, I want you to use your mouth and show me how you want to be loved.”
He was allowing her some control, letting her set the pace for her seduction. She was intrigued. Tempted and intrigued. Indecision held her immobile for a timeless, breathless second. She felt too…stretched for anything vigorous.
With the slightest of hesitations, she took just the tip of his penis into her mouth. He throbbed against the inside of her lips. She eased her head gently up and down. The dildo moved with the same shallow motion, forcing her tight muscles wider and the burn higher, the joy higher still.
She could handle that, she decided, repeating the move. It still wasn’t exactly pleasurable. There were too many conflicting emotions inside for her to sort out the pleasure from the other, newer sensations, but she could sense it waiting, just beyond her grasp. She forgot to caress his cock, and he stopped.
Darn. She squeezed her eyes tighter and resumed her movements.
“You want it like that for a while?” he asked.
Feeling vulnerable and exposed, she nodded her head.
“Okay. Rest your cheek on my hip and we’ll try this for a while.”
At first, she couldn’t relax, but the steady massage of the penetration soon eased the tension from her muscles. The motion became smoother and easier as she relaxed into the play. She loved the feeling of being penetrated almost more than she loved to come, and the sensation was even more intense, more satisfying this way. And now, with Marc’s permission, she was able to fully focus on the stroke of the toy over her most sensitive nerves, to wallow for as long as she wanted in the pure bliss. She lifted her hips facilitating the easy rhythm.
Her ass began to throb and twitch, and the easy screwing became more irritating than satisfying. Rooting with her lips, she found his cock and engulfed him in one deep swallow. The dildo echoed her efficiency.
Her satisfied groan danced down his shaft.
It felt good. So damn good.
She took him again, deeply. Her ass relished the same treatment. Marc caught the rhythm, slow and deep, hovering on the retreat before plunging back in to linger on the push. Unlike a cock, the dildo didn’t get too excited and put an end to the sensation. She was free to enjoy it as long as she could, letting the burn become an ache that sharpened to a high-pitched need that spread outward, building in a wave. She yanked her mouth off his cock, sinking her teeth into his thigh, biting down as she took more, her ass clenching down hard, holding tight….
She felt his laugh more than heard it. “Feels that good, huh?”
Again, all she could do was nod.
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s my cock instead of a toy.”
She closed her eyes, imagining it, wanting it. “Oh yes.”
She shifted up and caught the tip of his penis in her mouth. Just the tip. She closed her lips tightly around it and slid it in and out, flirting with the idea of penetration, making him relive over and over the thrill of possession.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he forced her ass open again and again with the same piercing motion. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Desire roughened his voice to a hoarse parody of his low drawl and any doubt she had that he was enjoying this as much as her died a quick death. “But I think it’s time to change things up.”
His cock slid impossibly deep, hitting the back of her throat, holding there while she struggled with not to gag. The dildo plumbed her ass with the same erotic efficiency over and over again, taking her higher but not giving her that extra something she needed to relieve the screaming demand ripping along her nerve endings. The hot, burning need to come. She twisted in his grip, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper, faster, needing him to come so she could.
“Son of a bitch.” Hard hands fastened on her shoulders, pulling her up with the same wildness beating inside her. “Come up here.”
She did, kissing her way frantically up his chest, nibbling on his flat brown nipples, savoring the jerk of his chest until he pulled her away.
“Tease,” Marc murmured without heat, flipping her onto her back.
She rested her palms on his shoulders, sinking her nails into the thick pad of muscle, anchoring the wildness inside. “Can I open my eyes now?”
“Yes.”
His big hands slid down the back of her thighs. He lifted first one and then the other over his arms with deliberate slowness, walking his hands up the side of her torso with that same determination until he had her wide open and exposed.
She didn’t understand when Marc reached between them, holding her gaze with his until, with a twist, her ass came alive with powerful pulsing throbs. Her eyes flew wide. The dildo was also a vibrator
“I always wanted to know what one of those vibrating beds felt like,” he murmured.
“Oh God!” She dug her nails into his shoulder, her teeth into her lip as he nudged her with his cock. He tucked it into the small slit, forcing her tight pussy open with the same inexorable pressure with whic
h he’d opened her ass. It was too much. The over-stretching, the throbbing…Becky closed her eyes and struggled to adjust.
Marc didn’t give her time, just threw them both into the chaotic well of need with a slow, steady push. And she took him, all of him — muscles straining, quivering, parting, struggling with the near painful tightness caused by the dildo, nerve endings singing as his groin pressed into hers. And still he pushed, as if as close as they were, it wasn’t close enough. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. It would never be enough.
She had to move, needed to move, but there was no give in his hold, no leeway in his possession. All she could do was clench around him and beg. “Please, please, please!”
The words filled her head, the room. She was begging aloud and she didn’t care. She needed him, needed this.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
And he did, in every way that mattered. She opened her eyes, loving the passion in his face, the lust, the pleasure, knowing that she was giving this to him even as he was giving it to her. Ten more strokes and he came violently, slamming hard against her, holding himself high inside her pussy, his cock jerking with spurt after spurt of hot come.
The power of his release triggered her own, sending her surging up against his chest, twisting violently in his arms as overcharged nerves screamed for a reprieve. He gave her none, forcing her to ride every wave, holding her still when she would have ripped free, nipping her breasts when she swore she couldn’t take anymore, sending her into another orgasm as if to prove her wrong.
In the aftermath, when everything had subsided to a quivering ache, he lowered her legs back to her sides, and suckled her breasts more gently as he whispered over and over, “I love you.”
Inside her, she felt his softening penis and the hot warmth of his seed. Her pussy clung to both, the pulsing arousal inspired by the latter rivaling the toy. With a soft sigh, he eased out of her, still loving her breasts.
As always, she protested the loss. He’d come in her not once, but twice. She’d be achingly aroused all night unless she cleansed away his seed. She was reluctant to do so, especially when he patted her affectionately between the legs on the way down to turn off the vibrator.
“That was so good,” she sighed.
His smile was a tightening of his lips against her nipple. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
Her nipple sprang into the cold air with a soft pop as he released it and said, “Why don’t you turn over? You know you can’t sleep on your back.”
She turned over onto her stomach, facing him. Resting her cheek on her forearm, she asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
His big hand smoothed down her back. His fingers flirted with the crease of her buttocks before dipping between. With a delicate push, he re-seated the toy. Her oversensitive body made more of the movement than she’d expected, quivering and tightening. His fingers lingered almost contemplatively.
“Nope.”
She cracked an eyelid and noted his speculative expression as he played with the dildo. “Is there a problem?”
“Not a one.” He eased down beside her, patting her rear in a sweet caress before encompassing the curve. “I was just thinking–“
“What?”
His lips brushed her shoulder. The sheets rustled as his chest half shifted over her back, covering her with his heat and strength. His cock thrust against her hip as he drawled in her ear, “There are a lot more toys in that box…”
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Letting Go: An Erotic Short Story
Copyright © 2007 by Sarah McCarty
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