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Actually, I’m going to spoon her when we fuck. We’ve tried a couple of positions as we’ve worked up to full anal sex, and spooning’s the best way. Face-down’s no good the first few times, as I learned with Mouse. Bearing down on her sphincter with my full weight hurt Mouse, something I realized too late when I caught her muffling her whimpers in the pillow. I never want Kez to do that. Better to let her control how deep I go and how fast. If the pressure becomes uncomfortable, Kez can move her hips instead of being trapped between me and the mattress.

“We’ll get there. I want to kiss you without breakin’ your neck.”

“Oh.” She grins, her full, mischievous, delighted, incredibly sexy grin, and rolls over. One of the advantages of the magnecuffs is that they allow her to twist from side to side, even if she can’t get away. She ends up on her back, with her arms stretched over her head. I lie next to her, lean over and kiss her, slow and deep, while I trail my fingers down her body. Cup and stroke and pinch her soft little breasts. Rub down between her thighs and chuckle when she opens them for me.

“You want somethin’, kitten?”

She tosses her head from side to side. “Put something in me,” she begs.

CHAPTER 12

Ilift her hips and slide a pillow and towel under her. Enjoy the view for a moment before kissing her again. While we’re kissing, I pull her knee over my hip, spreading her open, but also entwining our bodies, so she feels connected to me. Then I walk my fingers down between her thighs, circling and rubbing as I go. Kez moans into my mouth.

She’s wet from the foreplay, so I could use her natural lube the way I had to with Mouse, but I feel better using a store-bought one. I fish it out of the pile of towels, pour a little on her, and smooth it down over the short expanse of her perineum. “Let’s start with a finger, kitten.”

“Let’s start with two,” she says, lifting her head and looking down her body to where I’m stroking.

“Patience.” I reach down and push my finger into her, parting her sphincter gently. She tilts her hips. This part is familiar now, and she likes the pressure. I stroke in and out a few times before introducing a second finger. “Still good?”

“Yes,” she moans. “More.”

More. She’s ready, and although I’m not feeling a huge sense ofurgency, I’m eager for the next stage, too. I’ve missed this since I lost Mouse, and I’ve been looking forward to doing it with Kez for what feels like forever.

I check her reactions as I work my two fingers in her, getting her used to the pressure and friction. We’ve gotten to this point several times now; the dance is becoming familiar. That familiarity, and her desire, keep Kez wholly relaxed in my arms. She’s breathing hard, moving her hips in time to the thrust of my fingers, but there’s no tension in her muscles. No sign of discomfort. She’s ready, and so am I.

I draw my fingers out of her slowly. Wipe them on the second towel. Turn her so I can spoon in behind her. “Draw your knees up, kitten.”

She does immediately. My obedient kitten. She gives me a little lip, which I encourage because I like her spirit. But when I tell her to do something, she does it. Without question, without hesitation. Her trust is total and unwavering and the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

I pour out some more lube, spread it over both of us, and position myself carefully.

“Clench up,” I tell her. Although I got the position wrong with Mouse, I got this bit right. It’s much easier to get in once her sphincter relaxes, and she relaxes most after she’s tightened up. “Hard. Harder. Hold it. Now let go.”

When she relaxes, I push gently. I’ve used plenty of lube, so I slide between her cheeks without difficulty and only find resistance when I press against her sphincter. It gives slowly. Opening and then closing tight around me. “Easy.”

“Hale, yes,” Kez whispers.

“Yeah, that’s my kitten. That’s it.” Another thing Mouse taught me was to talk my way through the initial penetration. It helped let her know what I was doing, and during our build-up I’ve found it keeps the connection flowing. Anal sex feels great, but it don’t always feel as intimate as other sex. Particularly when I take herfrom behind. “Little more now.”

“Yes.”

I push again and my head slides through. She squeezes hard on me and I stop. Wait until she relaxes. Pull back and pour out a little more lube. I don’t want there to be any uncomfortable friction. Talk her through it again. “Breathe. Bear down for me, kitten.”

Sweet, immediate response. I praise her as I introduce myself again, push a little deeper. Feel the reluctant give of that tight, tight flesh. My head’s all the way in now. Her sphincter is squeezing right behind my corona. Feels better than good. I pull her back onto me, gently, gently now. This is deeper than I’ve been before. I rock a little in her, not thrusting, just rolling my hips, to see how she reacts. Kez moans and shudders. She bucks, tries to control it, sags onto my chest, panting. “Hale,” she groans.

I wait and gauge the tension in her body. Her back is an easy curve, her legs are loose against mine. Relaxed. Trusting. Beautiful.

I move again, sliding inside her while she pants and moans. “Remember when we were dancin’, kitten?” I ask.

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Grind on me. Just like that.”

She does, rotating her hips as much as she can within my tight embrace. When she feels ready, I push again. Slowly working myself into her. I rock with her, keeping time with her grinding, moving with her, deeper and deeper, until my hips bump her soft, round ass. “That’s it, kitten. All the way.”

“All the way?” She shivers. “Goosebumps,” she whispers.

I wipe off my lube-covered hand so I can feel them for myself. Rub my palm up and down her arm until her skin smooths. Kiss her temple and fold her deep into my body. “You’re mine, kitten,” I whisper to her. “Everywhere.”

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