Page 58 of Desire and Discipline
It was not so easily soothed.
She retreated slightly before pushing in again, going a little deeper. The sting of his opening being stretched combined with the throbbing ache of being impaled on the thick shaft. Groaning, his head dropped to his arms as he panted, slowly adjusting to the sensation.
Diana took her time, retreating, then pushing in again. Oil dripped over it as she added the lubrication, easing the friction as she worked her way in deeper. Not that the lubrication helped with everything, but it made it all… slicker. It did nothing for the stretch or how deep he could feel her going inside him.
“Bloody hell.” He groaned again as he felt the leather harness press against his backside, her smooth skin hot against his.
She was all the way in.
He felt so utterly, devastatingly full. The dilators had prepared him, but they were in no way comparable.
Especially because now Diana’s hands were completely free to touch him. Free to run over his hips and thighs and down to his groin as she bent over him. The effect was it felt like she went even deeper just as her hand grippedhiscock, which pulsed against her palm. The sensation of her pumping his cock while she was deep inside him was indescribable.
“Diana…” He could barely gasp her name, he was so overcome by the assault of new sensations, the glut of pleasure that rippled through him, slightly tinged with discomfort. But he welcomed the discomfort. Enjoyed it even. Because he was doing it for her, to give her what she wanted. Every ounce of pain was an homage to his lady.
And for her… anything.
Diana
So this was what it was like.
The emotional charge she’d felt as she slid the harnessed cock into Oliver was immense. His groans. His shudders. Every reaction she elicited from him made her feel heady with power. Not only that, but she was dizzy with how much he was willing to give her. The things he was willing to do for her.
His cock throbbed in her hand, but she could not keep the position if she was going to actually move.
Pumping her hand several times to torment him, she released his cock and straightened up again, pulling back to thrust back in. Not that he seemed to mind the loss once she began moving again. Her own bottom was empty, but he was making her curious as to what it was like.
Something to try.
Later.
Right now, she focused on moving firmly enough to be enjoyable for both of them but not so roughly that she hurt him more than he could handle. There was a fake cock inside her as well, and her pussy squeezed it as she moved, helping her to keep the one she was using in position. Her clit rubbed against the harness, giving her physical pleasure as she slid the fake cock back and forth inside him.
The more she moved, the easier it became as he adjusted, opening for her. The tension in his body relaxed, and he began to push back against her, shuddering with pleasure every time she bottomed out. Diana grasped his hips, realizing this was as much a necessity as a pleasure, as she began to move harder, faster.
Her own pleasure increased with every thrust as his moans filled the air, accompanied by her own gasps of pleasure as her pussy clenched around the shaft inside her. Their passion grew together, punctuated by heated moans and shuddering tremors. Her fingers dug into his hips as she moved, her ecstasy growing with every passing moment.
He reached his pinnacle first, braced on one arm, the other beneath him grasping his cock. Diana could feel it, the sudden resistance as his ass clamped down around the cock, the way his body trembled under her hands as he cried out. Hearing his pleasure, knowing she’d done that to him, pushed her over the edge as well.
Thrusting fully into him, she pressed her own body against his, rubbing so her clit was stimulated by the harness as hot waves of rapture rolled over her. They moved through her, filling her, until they exploded like bursts of fireworks from her core moving outward.
Utterly undone, Diana slumped over Oliver, panting for breath.
She had not been sure what that would be like, so she’d had no expectations. It was like nothing she could have imagined, even after watching so many others engaged in similar activities.
“Bloody hell,” Oliver groaned from beneath her, which summed up her own feelings rather nicely.
Taking a deep breath, Diana gathered herself and straightened, so she could slide out of him—causing another long moan. Her pussy trembled around the cock inside her. Unlike Oliver, these did not deflate after climax, which meant the one inside her continued to make its presence known.
No longer pinned in place, Oliver rolled to the side so he was lying on his back, still breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. The fake cock bobbed in front of her, and Diana went to work on the laces, pulling it off of her so she could snuggle in beside him—on the opposite side of the wet spot he’d left on the bedding.
Cradled in the crook of his arm, her lower body still throbbing gently from the pleasure, she ran her fingers through his chest hair.
“Wife,” he said with pure satisfaction, stroking his fingers down her shoulder and upper arm.
She laughed.
“Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?” Despite feeling very sure of the answer, she still wanted to hear him say it.
