soft, contented purr.
He hated to leave her for even a second, but he hadn’t intended to have intercourse with anyone. He set the flogger down, then walked quickly to the table and grabbed a condom. Lube certainly wasn’t needed. He moved back to Amanda and put his hands on her waist, leaning in close. “Are you sure, Amanda?”
“Yes.”
Normally, he wouldn’t have accepted a sub’s word for anything when they were that blissed out. It was his job to take care of her at that point, not her job to make decisions. But she’d asked earlier, when she was in a more normal frame of mind. And he couldn’t resist any longer. He kissed her neck while he unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, aching hard-on. He tore open the condom and found he had to look down to make sure he was rolling it on right. He was out of practice. Fortunately, some things one never entirely forgot.
He positioned himself at her entrance. Spread out on the cross, her pussy was very available to him. Then he pushed forward. She was wet, but she was still somewhat tight. He could have plunged in, breaking down all resistance, but he wanted to give her a moment to become accustomed to him.
AMANDA HAD KNOWN Jeremy was big from the moment his erection had pressed against her belly when he was spanking her. But she hadn’t had a sense of how big until then. His cock stretched her, filled her, and still he was pushing farther in. Oh my God.
Usually after being flogged, she felt no particular need for sex. The endorphin rush alone was sufficient. She wasn’t sure why it was different with Jeremy. She wanted him. Badly. All day long she’d been thinking about him and what would have happened had the woods provided more privacy.
She felt the bump of his pubic bone against her bottom and was almost thankful there wasn’t any more of him to take. She could move against him, but even raising or lowering herself a fraction of an inch caused the ropes on her thigh to chafe. Just a fuck toy. That’s all I have to be right now. A channel for him to fuck. It was freeing. And besides, his cock felt so good.
He was moving slowly. Whether that was out of consideration or if he wanted to take it easy, she didn’t know. But each inch of friction felt delicious. He pulled back almost all the way, and then pushed in, this time not taking as much time. Her pussy accepted his return greedily. She gave him a squeeze to try to hold him in.
She turned her head to look back at him. He surprised her by kissing her. Their gaze met for a moment, and then she turned away, afraid that any emotional intimacy might drive him away. Right now, she wanted to focus on the sensations of him sliding.
He wrapped an arm around the cross to settle a hand on her belly, sliding it down her mound. She couldn’t move toward him or away; she could only wait while his fingers approached her clit. He drew his other hand across her breasts, his thumb brushing against a nipple. He tugged it to one side, and then as his thumb passed, it sprang back into place. Her nipples were so hard. Her pussy was so wet. The touch on her breasts both distracted from and enhanced the sensations below.
He thrust inside her, filling her pussy repeatedly. It started to feel more natural, but he still felt awfully big. And good. Better than anyone she’d ever felt before. Part of the reason she’d come to BDSM is that actual sex was usually a disappointment, nice enough but not worth getting all worked up about. Better to have all the variety of kink and the occasional surprise of new things. But if sex had all been like this… Well, it wasn’t exactly vanilla, with her tied to a cross. There was nothing to do but feel.
And oh what a feeling. I’m so full.
He pushed against her clit, which felt huge and swollen. She felt as if she was going to explode. “Can I?” she asked. “Can I?” She knew her habit of repeating herself annoyed some doms, who took it for impatience. But she never knew
He hated to leave her for even a second, but he hadn’t intended to have intercourse with anyone. He set the flogger down, then walked quickly to the table and grabbed a condom. Lube certainly wasn’t needed. He moved back to Amanda and put his hands on her waist, leaning in close. “Are you sure, Amanda?”
“Yes.”
Normally, he wouldn’t have accepted a sub’s word for anything when they were that blissed out. It was his job to take care of her at that point, not her job to make decisions. But she’d asked earlier, when she was in a more normal frame of mind. And he couldn’t resist any longer. He kissed her neck while he unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, aching hard-on. He tore open the condom and found he had to look down to make sure he was rolling it on right. He was out of practice. Fortunately, some things one never entirely forgot.
He positioned himself at her entrance. Spread out on the cross, her pussy was very available to him. Then he pushed forward. She was wet, but she was still somewhat tight. He could have plunged in, breaking down all resistance, but he wanted to give her a moment to become accustomed to him.
AMANDA HAD KNOWN Jeremy was big from the moment his erection had pressed against her belly when he was spanking her. But she hadn’t had a sense of how big until then. His cock stretched her, filled her, and still he was pushing farther in. Oh my God.
Usually after being flogged, she felt no particular need for sex. The endorphin rush alone was sufficient. She wasn’t sure why it was different with Jeremy. She wanted him. Badly. All day long she’d been thinking about him and what would have happened had the woods provided more privacy.
She felt the bump of his pubic bone against her bottom and was almost thankful there wasn’t any more of him to take. She could move against him, but even raising or lowering herself a fraction of an inch caused the ropes on her thigh to chafe. Just a fuck toy. That’s all I have to be right now. A channel for him to fuck. It was freeing. And besides, his cock felt so good.
He was moving slowly. Whether that was out of consideration or if he wanted to take it easy, she didn’t know. But each inch of friction felt delicious. He pulled back almost all the way, and then pushed in, this time not taking as much time. Her pussy accepted his return greedily. She gave him a squeeze to try to hold him in.
She turned her head to look back at him. He surprised her by kissing her. Their gaze met for a moment, and then she turned away, afraid that any emotional intimacy might drive him away. Right now, she wanted to focus on the sensations of him sliding.
He wrapped an arm around the cross to settle a hand on her belly, sliding it down her mound. She couldn’t move toward him or away; she could only wait while his fingers approached her clit. He drew his other hand across her breasts, his thumb brushing against a nipple. He tugged it to one side, and then as his thumb passed, it sprang back into place. Her nipples were so hard. Her pussy was so wet. The touch on her breasts both distracted from and enhanced the sensations below.
He thrust inside her, filling her pussy repeatedly. It started to feel more natural, but he still felt awfully big. And good. Better than anyone she’d ever felt before. Part of the reason she’d come to BDSM is that actual sex was usually a disappointment, nice enough but not worth getting all worked up about. Better to have all the variety of kink and the occasional surprise of new things. But if sex had all been like this… Well, it wasn’t exactly vanilla, with her tied to a cross. There was nothing to do but feel.
And oh what a feeling. I’m so full.
He pushed against her clit, which felt huge and swollen. She felt as if she was going to explode. “Can I?” she asked. “Can I?” She knew her habit of repeating herself annoyed some doms, who took it for impatience. But she never knew
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