Page 69 of Blind Spot
“My body just knows. Feel me, ma.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it between our bodies. It rested on his thick, rigid erection. “You get me excited about little shit.”
I smiled and bit the inside of my cheek before I rolled over and pulled his nightstand drawer open. I removed the lube from inside and handed it to him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. You’ve had me practicing with the butt plug for the last month,” I replied, rolling onto my side and wiggling out of my panties.
It was the week before Christmas, and I had already decided that my early Christmas gift to Dominic would be anal sex. He had given me a butt plug the night after Thanksgiving, and I had been wearing it almost every day since. I anticipated having anal sex with him, and I sometimes questioned my sanity.
Anal wasn’t something most women looked forward to, but I looked forward to sharing a part of my body with Dominic that I had never given to another man. I wanted him to know that I trusted him with the whole of me, not just parts.
I moved onto my knees and planted my hands firmly on the bed. My heart squeezed in my chest as Dominic moved into position behind me. Warm kisses were planted on both shoulders and then down my spine.
The kisses relaxed me and allowed me to trust myself in his very capable hands. Dominic was gentle and tender as hecontinued using foreplay with his hands and lips to relax me. Loving and tender hands spread me apart, and then a warm hiss of air kissed my hole.
My entire body involuntarily clenched at the surprising feeling. It wasn’t even the puff of air that he blew back there that truly surprised me, but the pressure, wetness, and warmth of his tongue prodding me in the rear.
“Dominic?”
“I have always wanted to taste every part of you. If you trusted me to do what you’re trusting me to do, then let me ease you into it.”
Nodding, I pressed my forehead into my pillow and relaxed against his warm, sensitive touch. He rolled his tongue, pressed it, and slid it in and out of me. All the while, one hand caressed my hip, and the other wrapped around to my front and pleasured my core. Long fingers pinched my clit and rolled it back and forth before he plowed inside of me.
My pussy squeezed tightly around him as my hips gyrated to a melody in my head. My nipples were sensitive as they brushed against the pillowcase, and I arched my back as my lips released a hiss.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back.
“It feels so good, Dominic. I never knew anything could feel this good.”
“I’m glad, baby.” He resumed eating my ass while his fingers plundered my pussy.
The way he attended to my needs, I wasn’t sure if it was the fingering of my pussy or the anilingus that had me coming when I did, but I exploded in a moan of ecstasy on his fingers. My face pressed deep into the pillow, and I bit it as my hips and ass rolled in ecstasy.
Dominic’s warm hand dragged down my spine as he lifted and kissed my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so good,” I replied, panting because I was out of breath.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
It wasn’t long before I felt him back there again. He added lubricant, although I didn’t think he needed it. I was so wet and so turned on for him that I thought he could have slipped inside of my ass without anything. But boy was I wrong.
He played with my asshole with his fingers, spit in there, and rubbed it around. He used the butt plug to plunge it in and out of me before he pulled back again.
“I’m about to enter you, baby.” His voice was a deep grunt as if the desire he felt had robbed him of his ability to speak properly. The next pressure that I felt was his dick.
“Oh, Dominic,” I cried out as he pressed against me.
“Don’t tighten up, baby. I need you to relax the same way that you did when I did everything else to you.”
“Mmkay.”
His hands squeezed my hips, and he smacked my ass. “Relax,” he reminded me.
I tried to, and I felt the pressure back there again. It took several tries before he finally penetrated me. “Please stay still,” I pleaded.
“Okay, baby. Let me know when I can go deeper still,” Dominic stated.
