Page 145 of Free Heart
“Do you? I’m not sure you do.”
He knocks my hand away, and I groan as he opens his mouth, taking me in. Dan’s not always interested in sucking dick, but when he does give head, he goes at it with an intensity that makes my knees go weak. I press my hands against his shoulders, using him for support. He opens his throat and gags on me and then, his eyes wet with effort, he takes me down again. This time I slide deep enough that I shudder, feeling his throat work around my cockhead.
“Danny, that’s…oh, my God, I want to fuck your mouth.”
He taps my hip in a “go ahead” signal. Permission given, I take hold of his head, pressing slightly against his jaw with my palms to keep it wide open. Gazing up at me, he blinks tears from his eyes as his gag reflex threatens to kick in again. I slide out a little and back in, slowly pumping, working into his throat as he fights to take me.
“Danny,” I croon, my balls throbbing and my pulse racing. It’s too soon, but I don’t think I can stop it. “I’m gonna come.”
Dan pushes my hips back, and I slide free with a whine. My dick is wet, and the humid air of the bathroom still feels coolagainst it after the heat of Dan’s mouth. He coughs, wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and grits out, “No coming yet. We’re not even close to done.”
The tub is mostly full now. Dan grabs the basket of petals and dumps the whole thing in, and then motions for me to get in the water too. The soft touch of the petals on my skin is a new sensation, but Dan doesn’t give me time to relish it.
He climbs into the tub with a sloshing splash that sends many rose petals up onto the ledge, with a few spilling over onto the floor. “Get your sweet ass up here, baby,” he mutters. “So I can kiss my husband’s hole.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I bend over the deep ledge facing the steamy mirror on the wall, and I watch my own flushed face as he spreads my cheeks. I lick my lips, breath hitching as he leans in close and blows a stream of air over my anus.
“Baby, it’s just so pretty.”
My heart pounds and an anticipatory trembling starts up in my fingers and haunches. He licks me and, moaning, I close my eyes quickly. I suspect focusing on my own reactions in the mirror will dampen my ability to surrender to the sensations. At least at first. Watching can wait.
“Fucking hell,” Dan mutters. “I love this.” He splashes water over my ass cheeks, spreads me open again, and kisses my asshole with closed lips. He then tongues it softly. “Love to make it twitch. Love to make you moan.”
I squeeze my fists together and curl my toes, trying to hold still and take the onslaught as he finally gets down to business and takes me into heaven with his mouth. His tongue and lips make my asshole tremble and loosen, but the pleasure only grows as he adds teeth and fingers to the mix. I cry out and clench my fists and push back for more.
Once I’m shaking and begging, I slit my eyes open to see myself. I’m flushed, sweating, hazy in the fogged-up mirror, and my eyes are willow-leaf curves of wet, dreamy lust. My hair is a messy halo around my head, and for a moment I see myself as Dan must—beautiful, lovable, and very fuckable.
“Like what you see?” Dan says, sitting back and fingering me as I watch myself in the mirror.
I don’t answer, concentrating on the way his fingers are pegging my prostate. I stare at myself, watching my facial muscles jump and react, and seeing my breath coming in jerks and starts. I’m like a livewire for him.
“If I keep this up, will you come?” he whispers. “Anally, I mean. So you can see what you look like when you get that wild?”
“I don’t think so,” I whisper. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby? I want you to see everything. I want you to see what I see.”
“But I want to see you too,” I protest, reaching back to dislodge his fingers and attempting to drag him up into position to fuck me.
“You want to see what you look like when I’m inside you?”
I nod, though I really just want to feel him deep. “Danny, make me your husband in every way,” I whisper. “Make sure I can’t annul this tomorrow.”
“You’d never,” he says with certainty. “You love me too much.”
“I do. Please. I want you.”
“Don’t beg, baby. I’ll give you what you need. I promised to always fuck you until you cry in those vows, didn’t I?”
“No,” I choke out, laughing.
“Ah, well, I meant to.”
“I’m glad you—” I can’t say more than that because Dan chooses that moment to roughly slide two fingers in. It burns, and I bear down and grunt to accept him. My asshole feels hotand stretched, burning like it hasn’t in a long time. We don’t have lube in here, and I should probably suggest we get some from our luggage, but I don’t want him to stop touching me. I need him now. Even if it’s rough. I sweat in the humid air as he kisses my ass cheek, works my prostate, and stretches me open. My legs start to shake when he adds a third finger.
“Alright,” Dan growls, his voice raspy with desire. “You’re pretty open now.” He twists his fingers to show me. “Can you take me? Or should I get the lube?”
“No, don’t leave.”
