Page 41 of Degrees of Innocence
He reaches for me and kisses me long and hard.
“Baby, you don’t know how good that makes me feel. I was worried we might have taken things a little too fast. I was hoping that I did not scare you.”
“Scare me?” I ask. “Nothing could be further from what I feel. When you say things like, ‘I’mgoingtospankyourassred,’it makes me hot, not that I would want you to hurt me. And it does embarrass me talking about it. I’ve never done that with anyone before.”
“The only way I can make sure your needs are met is if I know what you like and don’t like,” he says.
“Do you really want to know what I want now?” I ask, urged on by the effects of the wine.
“I’m listening, Katarina.”
“I would like to have another glass of wine, lie in your lap, and have you rub my ass,” I say, trying to keep my blush under control, but to no avail.
“I personally think that’s an excellent idea and if you keep blushing, I’m going to have a hard time not fucking you again.”
“You’re not going to give me a protest about another glass of wine?” I ask.
“No, as you so aptly mentioned there’s been plenty of time between drinks today.” I wrap up in my robe and head for the couch as he pours the wine. He places the glasses on the coffee table and pulls me into his arms, kissing me and finding my nipples below the soft material of the robe.
He laughs. “That’s what I thought I might find.” Are you turned on just thinking about me having your ass exposed while I rub it?” he asks.
I nod as he slowly pushes the soft material over my ass and up to my waist. I feel his hands on my hips and then a trickle of warm liquid that he begins rubbing into my skin. “Katarina, I do believe I’ve been duped into thinking your ass was sore,” he says.
I smile to myself, stretching leisurely and enjoying the feel of his hands on my body.
“I love your ass, Baby. I want to feel it around my hard cock.”
“I don’t know if it will fit,” I respond warily, thinking of his girth.
“It won’t at first. We’ll work with some small devices and lubricants until you get used to it. They will stretch you so that when we do you’ll be ready and it won’t be painful,” he explains.
“If you say so,” I say.
“Have you ever felt anything inside of your ass before, Baby?” he asks.
“No,” I respond.
“I want you to relax and trust me,” he says. I lay my head on a couch pillow and enjoy the exploration of his hands over my ass and lower back. He adjusts slightly and shifts so his fingers can explore between my legs and rub my clit.
I moan softly. “Chase, that feels good.”
“Stay focused on the feel of my finger,” he instructs. I feel warmth drizzled over my ass as another finger starts to rub its opening. I tense a little at first.
“Trust me Katarina, it’s only my finger,” he says, rubbing the opening with a circular motion while he positions his other hand underneath me and uses his finger to caress my clit.
“How does it feel, Baby?” he asks.
“Very nice,” I respond, slightly embarrassed and glad he isn’t able to see my face.
“You’re going to feel a slight bit of pressure, and I want you to breathe through it,” he coaches, gently inserting a small finger into my ass. He doesn’t move but lets me acclimate. “Does that hurt, Katarina?” he inquires.
I shake my head. “No, it feels different… full,” I respond. He pushes in deeper, again pausing to let me adjust. He continues, slowly fucking me in the ass with his finger while maintaining the slow and sensuous rhythm to my clit.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” I say.
He continues the leisurely and persistent pace with his fingers, rubbing and pressing firmly against my aching clit, allowing my urgency to build again before gently beginning to increase his rhythm, pushing deeper into my ass until I am moaning and trembling uncontrollably. He repositions himself and pulls me into his lap and I watch while he rolls the condom down his shaft before lifting me over him, bringing me down atop his swollen cock.
“The thought of you inside of my ass one of these days is such a turn-on,” I whisper. His eyes are molten, reflected with the passion that I feel.
