Page 107 of Faking All the Way
She shifts a little, her hands resting on the hay bale as she turns her head toward my voice. “Everything feels… heightened. Louder, sharper. Like my other senses are trying to compensate.”
“Good.” I trail a hand down the length of her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I want you to feeleverything. I’m gonna make this so good for you, bright eyes.”
My hands lift the hem of her dress slowly, exposing her thighs inch by inch. Then her panties. The soft purple fabric is already damp at the crotch, darker where her arousal has soaked through.
“You think you’ll be able to be quiet?” I ask in a low voice, running my fingers along the edge of her panties. “This isn’t like when Daniel came to the house and I told you to scream for me. You don’t want everyone downstairs to know what we’re doing up here, do you?”
She shakes her head quickly, but then whispers, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be quiet. You make me…”
She trails off, but I know what she means. I smile, remembering how she told me Daniel used to complain about her being too quiet during sex. Now she can’t keep her noises in even when she tries. I fucking love that.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of it.”
I slip her panties down her legs, the fabric warm from her body. Then I hold them up where I know she can sense them even though she can’t see.
“Open your mouth,” I order softly.
Her throat works as she swallows, and then she drops her jaw open obediently. I tuck the panties between her lips, and she closes her mouth around the fabric so that it will muffle any sounds she might make.
She whimpers around the makeshift gag, her hips shifting, clearly liking this. My cock pulses, precum already leaking from the tip as I gaze down at her.
“That’s perfect. So good for me.”
Moving slowly to give her a chance to really feel everything, I slide my fingers between her folds from behind, exploring her slick pussy, teasing her clit to get her even wetter. Her arousal coats my hand, soaking my fingers.
Once I’m sure that she’s turned on enough to be ready for the next step, I use that wetness to work one finger into her tight back entrance, pressing slowly against the resistance there.
She stiffens at first, her whole body going tense, then gradually relaxes as I murmur encouragement, keeping my movements slow and steady. “Fuck, your ass is so good. Can’t wait to be inside you. You’re doing amazing, baby. Just relax for me. You like this?”
She nods, her body starting to accept the intrusion as the initial nerves pass. After a few more minutes, she starts to push back into my touch, seeking more, silently begging for it.
I groan at her eagerness. “I know, bright eyes. But I’ve got to take my time getting you ready. Your ass is so tight.” I work my finger deeper, twisting slightly, feeling her muscles flutter around me. “Can you take another? Do you want more?”
She nods eagerly, pushing back harder.
I work two fingers in, stretching her carefully—taking my time even though I’m dying to be inside her, my cock throbbing with the need to replace my fingers.
She trembles, her hands gripping the hay for balance. I palm my cock with my free hand, squeezing through my jeans, trying to get a little relief from the pressure. I’m so hard it’s actually painful, tension gathered at the base of my spine.
When I work in a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her wider, she cries out softly against the gag, her body arching back toward me, pressing into my hand.
I’m so turned on I can barely think straight, but I hold back, forcing myself to be patient. Easing her open until I’m sure she’s ready, until her body is relaxed and accepting.
Finally, I withdraw my hands. She whimpers around the gag, the sound needy and desperate.
“You’ll get more soon,” I whisper, my voice strained. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. Everything you asked for.”
I work my pants open with shaking hands, shoving my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock as cool air hits my heated skin. I slide into her pussy first, slicking myself with her arousal. She’s so wet for me that I press in easily, and I thrust a few times, coating my cock thoroughly. The feeling of being inside her, even just like this, makes me groan.
Then I draw out and press against her other entrance, the tight ring of muscle.
“It’s going to be intense,” I warn. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
But she shakes her head urgently, pushing back against me. Trying to take me inside already, begging for more without words.
Fuck.So much for slow.
I push forward a few inches at a time, groaning at the almost unbearable tightness. Her ass is gripping me so hard I can barely move. Every muscle in my body strains with the effort of holding back, of not just slamming into her the way every instinct is screaming at me to do.
