Burning Intensity by Elizabeth Lapthorne

blurred with resistance.
    Logically, El knew full well that James’ cock could fit inside her arse. Men and women performed this act every day. Sensible reason, however, didn’t mean much when the mere tip of his finger had her feeling like her backside was on fire.
    “I don’t think—” El bit off the words, tried to breathe through the discomfort. James didn’t lift his head from her pussy, so he could only mumble encouragingly. He shifted his free hand, tilting her hips down slightly to let him lick her clit in slow, wet circles.
    Pleasure fought against the pain and the line blurred once again. El opened herself to the growing sensations, dizzy from the overwhelming dichotomy she’d never experienced before. Time dropped away and it was as if she and James were in their own little bubble. Nothing else mattered. Just him. His finger. Those feelings he could bombard her with.
    All too soon, El found herself pressing her buttocks backward, accepting more of his digit. James balanced her perfectly, adding more sweetness when his possession became too much to bear. His progress was slow, but he had patience and seemed to enjoy watching her discover this new boundary.
    When her body sang once again, he lifted his head. Overwhelming need had her uncaring at the loss of stimuli.
    “El, darling, I need to get the lube.”
    She nodded, beyond speech. El didn’t initially understand why he’d said this, until he carefully removed the finger up her arse, stroking her from the inside. The loss of that penetration had her gasping with dismay. She lowered her hand, then stroked her clit and played with one breast. She didn’t want to lose this moment.
    James moved quickly, opening the bedside drawer and removing a tube, returning seconds later. He rested his eyes on her, pleasuring herself, splayed decadently on his bed. His gaze was admiring as he appeared to soak the sight up. When their eyes met, she grinned at him, wanton and not the least shy about it.
    “Roll over, darling,” he murmured. “Let me prepare your arse. Damn you’re a gorgeous sight.”
    Bracing a palm flat on the bed, El continued to caress her clit as she rolled onto her knees. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as James coated his thick, hard cock with the gel, then added more to his fingers until they shined with the slickness. She almost didn’t feel the slender digit slide a few inches into her arse, it was so well greased.
    Only as he added a second finger did the pressure return. She widened her knees, lifted her arse and concentrated on relaxing her muscles.
    “I’ve imagined this countless times,” he confessed. “Next time I’d love to restrain you, bind you to the headboard, maybe even spank you first. Redden your delicious arse to compliment the contrast between your pale skin and fiery hair. Damn, you’re every fantasy I could wish for, El.”
    Turning, she gazed at him over her shoulder.
    “If we’re going to get kinky then you’d better expect to indulge in a few of my fantasies too. I’ve always wanted to dabble with a cock ring. See how far I can push those boundaries of yours.”
    He lifted one dark blond eyebrow. James seemed intrigued but not turned off by her suggestion. He nodded once.
    “Seems like we have plenty to discuss later. I can handle that, El. It sounds tempting.”
    James continued to caress his fingers within her inner passage, stretching her. El kept the pressure on her clit, blending the opposing sensations until she could hardly breathe through the strength of her need.
    “Fuck me, James,” she panted, pleading with him. “I need more. Please.”
    “It’ll be my pleasure,” he replied, his voice strained.
    El groaned as James widened his fingers inside her, opening her even more as he slowly withdrew. She felt hollow, destitute when he left her. Glancing back at him, she watched James, entranced by the fierce look of concentration on his face. At first she didn’t understand what the pressure