Page 43 of Asher's Answer
Charlie groans. “Ride me, baby. It’s been too long.”
Nodding in agreement, I roll away to my bedside table and dig around for the lube in the drawer. I open the lid with a click and grin saucily. “Wanna prep me? Or wanna watch me do it?”
I’m not used to giving him options. He’s usually the one who sets the pace and makes the decisions ahead of time. But, as he said, it’s been a while and he wanted me big. His equal. His partner in this as much as everything else. To hazard a guess, I think he’s in his head about his limitations and I want so desperately to make it all better for him.
“Your ass is mine,” he answers in a sexy growl, and I don’t need any further encouragement.
With him still propped on his side, I roll to my hands and knees and turn sideways across the bed so he doesn’t have to pretzel himself into an awkward angle. I rest forward on my elbows, my ass in the air, and suck in a breath when I feel his lube-covered finger circle my hole. He teases for what feels like forever, circling the rim, barely pressing in. He smacks my ass when I try rocking back into him. Thezingof it goes straight to my cock and I smother a groan.
I’m not usually big on impact play. Before Charlie was injured, we tried a couple of spanking scenes but they felt awkward to me. Maybe I was too little for it at the time, though, because the sting and the unexpected heat of his palm on my skin lit me up from the inside this time.
Charlie’s definitely noticed. “That’s new,” he observes, smoothing his hand over the spot he’d smacked.
“Uh huh,” I answer. Words are hard right now. “Explore later. Fuck me now.”
With a chuckle, his finger probes gently at my hole again. “So impatient,” he accuses, but I know that he’s just as desperate for this as I am. Still, it’s the first genuine glimpse of my cheeky Daddy that I’ve seen in weeks and I go with it.
“Please Daddy,” I whine and rock back against his probing digit again, forgetting my promise to remain big. “Make me feel good.”
“I’ll get you there, baby,” his voice is suddenly tight and gruff, and now I wonder if him asking me to stay big was for other reasons. I know he hasn’t felt whole in his Daddy role lately. I make a note to discuss it with him later.
Right now, sex.
“Charlie,” I plead against his teasing finger, then moan loudly as he gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for. He takes it slowly, twisting that one thick digit before eventually adding more lube and a second finger. It feels like he spends hours this way, too, scissoring them and stretching me while I babble and demand more. Crooking them, he grazes my prostate and I buck against him, and my cock jerks, precum practically pouring from me. “Now, Charlie, please.”
He swats my ass again, taking me by surprise and I thrust backwards, fucking myself on his fingers. He adds a third, no longer slow and teasing, just stretching and fucking me with his fingers until he deems me ready. When he pulls his fingers out, I whimper, but then I remember that I get to ride him, and I push up onto my knees with haste.
I turn to face Charlie, who has drizzled more lube into his fist and is stroking it over his impressive length. He looks impossibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red, and I push his hand away so I can gingerly straddle his hips.
I lock my gaze on his, the blue of his eyes so dark that I almost forget what I wanted to say. “You safe word out if I hurt your leg,” I demand in a tone that brooks no argument. “Understood?” He might be the Daddy, but his safety and recovery is far more important to me than orgasms and our usual roles.
With a warm, understanding look on his handsome face, Charlie nods and grips my thighs. “I promise.”
Nothing more needs to be said. I reach beneath me to guide him to my entrance and then slowly bear down, watching Charlie’s face the entire time. He steels his jaw and slides his eyes shut when he bottoms out, exhaling heavily.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby,” he murmurs, so quietly that I almost don’t hear it. “Missed being inside you.”
“Me too,” I whisper back, a knot of emotion in my throat.
Starting to move, I force myself to be slow and careful. Charlie’s hand wraps around my shaft, still slick from the lube, and he starts rocking his hips and fucking up into me, setting a faster pace that I happily fall into.
I bend forward and tangle my hand in the hair at the back of his head, kissing him deeply and desperately. With the change in angle and the natural curve of his cock, he brushes my prostate with every quick thrust. I’m seeing stars, my balls drawing tight, electricity zapping along the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I warn him, my forehead pressed to his. “Charlie, I…”
He stares into my eyes. Beyond the fire in them, there’s joy and intensity and that glimmer of relief again. “Come for me, baby.”
And I do. I still my hips, my cock jerking in his hold as I spill over his fist and abdomen. Then he’s groaning and I feel the warmth of his release inside me. We’re both panting and I wince as I climb off him as cautiously as possible. I bend down for another kiss, back to languorous but definitely with an edge of neediness that neither of us has completely shed yet.
“I’ll just grab a washcloth,” I tell him when I pull back, feeling the not-exactly pleasant sensation of cum trickling out of me.
Charlie shakes his head and pushes himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Shower with me,” he says, and I bite back my surprise. He’s been forced to use a shower chair and he hasn’t wanted me to see him in it, even though it had given me some delightfully naughty ideas.
“I’d like that a lot,” I answer. I hook my arm around his waist and he leans on me instead of a crutch as we head into the ensuite.
Under the hot spray, we put some of my ideas into action after all. It’s such a relief to see him return to his playful self that I find myself slipping back into my little headspace when we finally make our way back to bed, cleaned off and satiated.
Once I’m there, cocooned in Daddy’s sleepy-time hold for the first time in what feels like forever, the tension of the last few weeks melts away.
