Page 36 of Misadventures in Blue
“Okay?” I ask, meaning all of it. “Need to stop?”
“No, no,” she says. “Just—I usually warm it up first.”
I test it with my finger and find that the metal is already warming up against her skin, so I decide I can push her a little here. “I’ll give you something very warm in a minute,” I tell her and begin working her rosebud open.
She breathes out and relaxes against me, but it still takes some coaxing to get the plug inside, and then a long, quavering moan as the widest part of the bulb stretches her open. Once it’s seated in her ass, the jewel winking sweetly between her cheeks, I reward her with the vibrator on her clit, letting her get almost to the brink before I pull back again.
“Jace!” she cries out, frustrated.
“I know, baby,” I soothe. “I know.” I run a gentling hand over her ass and up her back, petting her. “You’re being so good for me right now. So good letting me have what I want.”
“Oh God,” she says, rolling her face into her forearms. “If I don’t come, I’m going to die.”
“Then you better be ready for heaven because we aren’t done yet.”
We play like this for a few more minutes—some buzzing on her clit, some toying with the plug until her entrance is kneaded into pliancy and ready for my cock. She’s a moaning, wet mess with slick arousal now coating the outside of her pussy and her inner thighs, and when I see that, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.
How am I going to last long enough to make her feel claimed?
Fuck, I’ll be lucky if I last another minute.
I climb off the bed and move in front of her so she can see me undress and also so the tempting shine of her wet cunt is out of view. She watches me peel off my shirt and kick off my boots. She watches me unzip and sees my cock push through my fly with wetness all over the blunt tip of it, all for her. Her eyes are huge in the darkness, and her tongue can’t seem to stop darting out to lick her lower lip. As if she’s desperate to taste me.
I’m light-headed at the thought, and also, Jesus Christ, light-headed that she’s here with me—dumb, young me. She wants me, and I’m going to give her everything in return.
Once she truly knows she’s mine, that is.
“Let me see you lube up,” she whispers. “I want to see it.”
I decide I don’t have any objection to this, and I let her watch me as I coat my shaft and the big head with lots of slick lube. I give myself a few more strokes than necessary because it feels so fucking good to squeeze against the ache building deep in my groin.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise as I mount the bed behind her and remove the plug. “You tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Just hurry,” she says in that trembling, needy voice that kills me to resist. Resist I must, though, because ideas like fast and rough don’t belong anywhere near anal—at least not for the first couple dozen times or so—and I’m determined only to be a caveman in the ways that are fun for us both.
I go slowly, knowing that I’m bigger than the plug, that there’s no narrow base at the end to give her relief. I coax my plump crown past her rings, smoothing my hands along her bottom and back as I do, and then I give her a moment to adjust.
“I feel like you’ve gotten bigger,” she says, a touch grumpily, as I slide forward another inch.
“No, baby, you’re just small here. Let me in.”
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to relent against my intrusion, but it’s still a labor of love to get deeper. Still a few hot, urgent moments to get in all the way to the hilt. But then I am, and the sensation of her so tight and hot and smooth around me has all my muscles clenching and rigid against my impending orgasm.
Her first, her first, her first.
I reach for the vibrator and find her clit with it. “You can come now,” I say. “Anytime you’d like.”
“You don’t have to sound so gracious about it,” she mumbles, but I can already feel her tightening around me, see her hips trying to chase the delicious rumbles of the toy. I can see the muscles in her thighs trembling and hear the whine building in the back of her throat.
I turn up the vibrator’s strength at the same moment I begin thrusting in short, grinding motions to maximize the indirect pressure against her G-spot. Her reaction is instantaneous.
“Oh God, oh God oh God,” she whimpers, and the whimpering dies off into a series of sexy-as-fuck, animalistic grunts. “Coming coming, oh God, Jace!”
She dissolves. She’s shaking, sweating, screaming, her entire body spasming around my cock as she kicks her stockinged feet against the bed and wails her pleasure into her forearm. Each squeeze of her climax clamps down hard on my erection, massaging it, yanking me closer to ejaculation, and I can barely wait for her tremors to subside before I’m flipping her over onto her back and pushing into her ass again.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” I hiss through my teeth. Her pussy is so wet against my skin as I curl my body over hers to fuck her harder, and I can feel her beaded nipples against my chest and her goose bumps against my own. I meet her gaze and take in her wrecked, dazed expression—hooded eyes and parted lips—and know that I made her that way. I fucked her so thoroughly that she looks like she can’t even remember her own name. I gave her what she needed, every filthy minute of it.
“Look at me when I come inside you,” I order her. She obeys, her eyes so soft and adoring up at me, even while I’m inside her ass, that I fall in love with her all over again. “Look at me while I take you in a place no one else has. While I claim you.”
