The Safety of Nowhere by Iris Astres Page A

thighs, pulling her toward his mouth. And that was wrong. She glanced at him with some surprise. That wasn’t at all what she wanted.
    Still, when Malcolm slid his tongue into her pussy, the nerves inside her roared to life. This was where she felt his training most, all the practice in his touch. He seemed to have a thousand nuanced variations to the way he licked her clit. Any moment he could make her come or not come: quick and hard, slow and body wrenching. It was heaven, but she didn’t want to be in heaven now. She wanted weight. She wanted grit and struggle. And he should know that since he knew everything else.
    Dinah spread her legs for him. She arched into his mouth and let him bring her to the point where stopping would be painful, and then she made him stop.
    At her insistence, he lifted his head. His eyes were on her, sharp and focused. Interested. He always looked at her with interest, and she loved that about him. What he saw now must have been a woman very near the edge.
    Dinah was submerged in sexual feeling. Tingling and heavy. She scooted higher on the bed, pulled the drawer on her small nightstand open, and blindly fished around until she found what she was looking for and tossed the small bottle over to him.
    He glanced at what she’d thrown him for a moment, then squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers, testing it like they were in a lab. When he looked up at her again, she thought she saw lust ripple through him. There was nothing hotter than the sight of him when he was just about to fuck her.
    “Roll over.”
    With heavy movements, Dinah turned herself onto her stomach. She pushed her face deep into the bedspread and fought the nervous tingles running up and down her spine. She’d never come close to having anal sex before. She was afraid, but it was an exhilarating fear. The fear of haunted houses, teenage dares—all breathless palpitation with no worry. And better yet, it chased her real fears far away.
    Malcolm was caressing her, his warm hands moving over the swell of her ass. At times he pinched, pulled her cheeks apart, and swatted at her with no warning. All of it felt very good. All of it.
    She spread her knees and crawled forward a little in a shameless gesture of impatience. He spread the silky liquid over her small opening and made her very wet, then wetter still. She sighed and waited while he pushed and teased. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy wet and swollen from the orgasm denied. In time he pushed one finger into her. It felt strange, and it felt wrong, but it was not even a little painful. More slipping, sliding touching between her ass cheeks, and he got another finger in. She felt a very base and primal satisfaction that was good.
    Then he was out, his fingers slipping up and down her crease. “Push against me.”
    She raised her hips toward him.
    “Push against me with your inner muscles,” he explained.
    Dinah did it, unresisting. What she accomplished must have satisfied him, because he lay on top of her, his chest flattened to her back. His weight was wonderful, his hot breath on her neck almost as good. Malcolm felt hard everywhere, his muscles, his cock, and his riveting intensity. He reached down and positioned the thick head of his prick between her ass cheeks.
    She was frightened, heartbeat speeding up, breath coming short, a prickling of sweat along her spine. It was just the wild fear she wanted.
    He pulled her tight, their bodies flush against each other. His cock exerted pressure, making its way in. She felt a pinch and tensed at the discomfort.
    “Push back,” he said. His breath was hot where tears had cooled along her hairline. Her skin drew into gooseflesh from her shoulders to her breasts. “Push against me.”
    She pushed. He entered her in one smooth slide, and she was stretched and filled with that same base satisfaction spreading into all her cells.
    “You let me.” That’s what he had said.
    She inched her thighs farther apart and sought more