tracing a line of lube down its smooth shape, and then delicately teased the tip against the puckered opening of his ass. “I’m going to tease into you just a little,” she said. “Remember that I don’t have the kind of sensation you do when I do this. I need you to tell me if something doesn’t feel good—and if it feels great. Okay?”
He nodded, too swollen and needy for words; even before she eased the tip inside of him, the head of his cock glistened with fluid. She leaned down again, taking him in her mouth, and feeling the soft release as he surged upwards, his body opening and letting her glide the toy just a little inside of his body. She pulled back at the same time that she worked up his dick with her teeth and tongue, and then, when he was aching with just the tip of him in her mouth, just the tip of the toy in his ass, she pressed forward again, moving her mouth and the toy together, easing him open just a little farther.
He took his knees, lifting them, separating them. “More,” he panted. “More. All of it. Gimme.”
“Yes,” she breathed over him, but she still kept the motion slow as she filled his ass with the cold, glass toy. The sound he made came from his toes, and his hands tightened so hard on the sheets that she expected to hear them rip. He trembled in her mouth, and she relaxed her throat, ready to catch his spasm if he burst for her, but his eyes opened, locked on hers as small waves of fluid pulsed in time with his jerks against her.
“Not gonna last,” he murmured. “Amazing. Ride me. Want you—in you—in my ass— now —“
She let him fall out of her mouth and moved forward, straddling his body. He fit into her easily, sliding into her warm, wet, open body. She trembled as he sheathed into the depths of her, surprised by the shockwave of want that ran through her. Though she didn’t know why she should be, really; he was amazing, each and every time.
His hands came to her hips, ready to pound into her, and she grabbed them, leaning down, pinning them above his head with her weight. She watched his eyes carefully; there was only so much vulnerability a person could handle some days. There was a struggle, a moment when she knew he wanted to tell her to stop and back off, let him have his way, and then there was the submission, the gorgeous, hot, sexy submission. “Yes,” he said. “Please, Ma’am. Yes.”
Well. Since he’d said please.
She balanced her weight on his wrists, knowing that he was far stronger than her, had the weight advantage and combat training, but that he was giving in to her because it was what he wanted. She teased herself up the length of him and down again, letting him drag over that nubbled spot inside of her that made her shiver, letting him fill her. Every motion, she was sure would be the last one, the one where he burst inside of her, screaming and cursing, but each time, he held on for one more stroke.
“Come for me, Caro,” he whispered. “Jesus Christ, if you’re going to come for me, do it now. Can’t— do it now, god, come for me now.”
The orgasm had been swirling through her for a few moments, and she let it go, let go of the control and the fear and the need and everything other than her eyes, locked on his. He shuddered with her, spasming together, and she could feel his release deep inside of her, the rush of warmth as their flesh bonded together, tight and fast. They rocked together through the end of it, and she let his hands go so he could wrap her up in his arms.
“We can do this,” he murmured into her hair. “We can make this work. Caro, we gotta try.”
“I’m on board,” she whispered back.
“We’ll sell your house, maybe we can find a better apartment. I’m going to make the garage, and the club, things to be proud of. Things you can be proud of.”
She let her head rest on his chest for a moment, then lifted it again, resting her chin on her
He nodded, too swollen and needy for words; even before she eased the tip inside of him, the head of his cock glistened with fluid. She leaned down again, taking him in her mouth, and feeling the soft release as he surged upwards, his body opening and letting her glide the toy just a little inside of his body. She pulled back at the same time that she worked up his dick with her teeth and tongue, and then, when he was aching with just the tip of him in her mouth, just the tip of the toy in his ass, she pressed forward again, moving her mouth and the toy together, easing him open just a little farther.
He took his knees, lifting them, separating them. “More,” he panted. “More. All of it. Gimme.”
“Yes,” she breathed over him, but she still kept the motion slow as she filled his ass with the cold, glass toy. The sound he made came from his toes, and his hands tightened so hard on the sheets that she expected to hear them rip. He trembled in her mouth, and she relaxed her throat, ready to catch his spasm if he burst for her, but his eyes opened, locked on hers as small waves of fluid pulsed in time with his jerks against her.
“Not gonna last,” he murmured. “Amazing. Ride me. Want you—in you—in my ass— now —“
She let him fall out of her mouth and moved forward, straddling his body. He fit into her easily, sliding into her warm, wet, open body. She trembled as he sheathed into the depths of her, surprised by the shockwave of want that ran through her. Though she didn’t know why she should be, really; he was amazing, each and every time.
His hands came to her hips, ready to pound into her, and she grabbed them, leaning down, pinning them above his head with her weight. She watched his eyes carefully; there was only so much vulnerability a person could handle some days. There was a struggle, a moment when she knew he wanted to tell her to stop and back off, let him have his way, and then there was the submission, the gorgeous, hot, sexy submission. “Yes,” he said. “Please, Ma’am. Yes.”
Well. Since he’d said please.
She balanced her weight on his wrists, knowing that he was far stronger than her, had the weight advantage and combat training, but that he was giving in to her because it was what he wanted. She teased herself up the length of him and down again, letting him drag over that nubbled spot inside of her that made her shiver, letting him fill her. Every motion, she was sure would be the last one, the one where he burst inside of her, screaming and cursing, but each time, he held on for one more stroke.
“Come for me, Caro,” he whispered. “Jesus Christ, if you’re going to come for me, do it now. Can’t— do it now, god, come for me now.”
The orgasm had been swirling through her for a few moments, and she let it go, let go of the control and the fear and the need and everything other than her eyes, locked on his. He shuddered with her, spasming together, and she could feel his release deep inside of her, the rush of warmth as their flesh bonded together, tight and fast. They rocked together through the end of it, and she let his hands go so he could wrap her up in his arms.
“We can do this,” he murmured into her hair. “We can make this work. Caro, we gotta try.”
“I’m on board,” she whispered back.
“We’ll sell your house, maybe we can find a better apartment. I’m going to make the garage, and the club, things to be proud of. Things you can be proud of.”
She let her head rest on his chest for a moment, then lifted it again, resting her chin on her
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