Page 45 of Saved by Him

I flushed at the thought of what I must look like. Head down, ass up. Nipples jutting out from my breasts in two hard little points. Pussy dripping and clit swollen from him making me come with his mouth. His fingers moving in and out of my ass.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his free hand running the length of my spine. “No one but me will ever see you like this.”

I told myself that he wasn’t making any real promise, just talking in the heat of the moment, but I couldn’t stop that bright flicker of hope that sparked at the thought of us being together always. A year ago, the idea of being in an exclusive, committed relationship would have scared the shit out of me, but now, with him, I could see it. Okay, it still terrified me, but it was a different kind of terrifying. The sort of anticipatory excitement that came with any unknown, but positive, adventure.

“All right,” he said as he pulled out his fingers. “I want you to relax and let me do the work. If it’s too much, tell me.”

I closed my eyes as cool plastic pressed against my asshole. My legs shook as the pressure grew, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I listened, instead, to the soft soothing sounds that he made and reminded myself that he wouldn’t hurt me. Not really. The stretching burn that grew steadily as he pushed wasn’t true pain.

I groaned as the hard shaft pushed past the muscle and slid into my ass. I couldn’t hold back a whimper as it settled into place, my brain struggling to process the impulses my nerves were sending out.

He brushed the hair away from my face, his expression one of concern as much as it was of desire. “Are you okay?”

“Give me a moment.”

He nodded. “Take all the time you need.”

I wasn’t planning on keeping either of us waiting that long, but considering the massive erection he was sporting, I appreciated his patience. His hand moved over my back, fingertips brushing the end of my scar. His touch soothed me, helped my muscles relax and adjust.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

I raised my head and met his gaze. “Very.”

He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. “If it’s too much–”

“I’ll tell you,” I finished the thought.

He smiled and moved behind me. A moment later, I gasped as a single digit slid into my pussy. As wet and turned on as I was, he should’ve been able to start with two fingers, but the plug changed things, making even one finger feel impossibly thick.

I lost all track of time as my world narrowed down to what he was doing to my body. Each stroke reached a new place, nudged me closer to pleasure, but before I got there, a second finger joined the first, and I went through the process again. He took me to the edge, fingers twisting as he brushed his thumb over my clit.

“I want you to come again,” he said, pressing his lips to the base of my spine. “Come once more for me.”

My breaths came in small pants, everything in my body focusing on that small knot of pleasure growing low in my belly. I could hear him talking, encouraging me, coaxing me, but his voice sounded like it was coming from far away, an echo in my head, and then it was all noise, a rush of blood in my ears, the pounding of my heart.

The muscles in my body clenched and the feeling of my ass spasming around the plug sent a shudder through me. I made an inarticulate sound.

“Good girl.” He ran his hands over my hips and squeezed my ass. “Are you ready?”

If I could’ve managed to talk, I would’ve told him that was a silly question because I didn’t think I could really be ready for what was coming, but all I could manage was a nod.

He ran the tip of his cock along my slit, teased it over my swollen clitoris. I shivered, then gasped as he eased inside. Just the head at first, his hips rocking back and forth as he gave me the time I needed to adjust. Inch by inch, he filled me, and he cursed each time I tightened around him. His arms slid around my waist, hands moving up to cup my breasts as he curled over my back.

“Fuck, Rona.” His teeth scraped over my shoulder, and I shuddered, drawing another curse from him. “You feel so good, babe.”

I moaned as his fingers teased my nipples, lightly tugging on them even as I squirmed under him. Too many sensations were trying to make themselves known. I couldn’t sort them all out. Flames licked across my nerves, chasing prickles of electricity and pleasure. The pressure was almost overwhelming, the most intense thing I’d ever felt, but then he moved, and everything else flew away.

I couldn’t explain it, but it went deeper than my skin, my nerves. It went clear to the bone, to my soul. It was beyond physical pleasure, something primal, a connection far beyond just sex. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see his face or that we weren’t making eye contact. We moved together in the sort of perfect unison that didn’t happen often, at least not to me. A dance that we seemed to instinctively know the steps to.

When we came together, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, a feeling that carried through to when we collapsed together in a pile of tangled limbs. He wrapped his body around mine and pressed his lips under my ear. In a few moments, we’d need to move, to clean up, but for right now, I was content where I was.

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