Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [106]
When his fingers left her, she took a deep breath.
“Relax for me, baby,” he said. “Relax and want me.”
Yes, I do. So much. She was too drained and excited to say it, but she wanted to give him that last piece of her virginity now more than she wanted to breathe.
The tip of his cock felt hard yet moist against her, and she knew a deep, primal yearning to accept it there, in that impossibly tiny opening. He pushed, and she thought the head began to enter. She heard an “unh” escape her.
Behind her, his breath grew heavy, his hands tightening on her waist. She bit her lower lip as he delivered another gentle thrust, then began to rock rhythmically against her. She rocked back, trying to meet him, take him, the sensitive fissure of her anus hungry for him.
The opening stretched, and a soft burst of pain came with it. She cried out but then realized just as quickly that he’d found entry and his cock was sliding, sliding, slowly into her ass.
“Oh my God,” she heard herself whisper as the most bizarre sense of fullness she’d ever experienced assaulted her. It was as if he’d found a new part of her body that she’d never known existed.
“So tight,” he said, but his voice sounded weak now, too, as weak as she felt. “And you’re so amazing, baby. So fucking amazing.”
“I can’t believe . . . you’re in me there.”
His hands massaged her hips and the cheeks of her ass. “I am, honey. Oh God, I am.”
And then he began to move—slow, small, light thrusts clearly designed not to hurt her. She met them, arching higher, eyes shut, lost in an entirely new world of strange, heady pleasure that stretched through every inch of her body from head to toe, all-consuming.
And she thought she’d absorbed just about as much sensation as she could when something cool pressed between her thighs in front, and as it began to buzz she realized it was the vibrator. She hadn’t even seen it on the quilt with them in the dim lighting, but apparently Braden had thought they might want it and was now reaching around to glide the toy cock back and forth in her slit while he fucked her ass.
The arc of pleasure was immediate—the orgasm coming mere seconds later, bursting through her with all the power of an exploding star. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She heard herself practically howling with the intensity of it, felt almost disconnected from her body. At some point, she realized she was no longer supporting herself on her hands but had collapsed, slumping down in front, resting her head on the quilt.
Behind her, Braden still fucked her ass, but every tight stroke came with a hot, masculine moan—until he said, “I’m gonna come in your ass, honey,” and then let out an enormous groan as he plunged deeper, harder, again, again, then crumpled atop her, spent.
After falling asleep on the quilt for a while, Laura felt Braden nudge her awake, take her hand, and lead her to the shower. They cleaned up, then fell naked into bed together, where they wordlessly made love again, Laura on top for a while, then Braden, lifting her ankles to his shoulders as he drove relentlessly into her welcoming cunt.
Three more times through the night they fucked, until morning came and they realized they’d barely slept. “You’ll sleep on the plane,” he said gently, kissing her forehead.
After a quick breakfast of bagels and coffee, they returned upstairs so Laura could dress and finish packing. Braden came up behind her to tuck the penis-shaped vibrator into her suitcase. She looked up at him, surprised. “I’m supposed to send this through the X-ray machine at the airport?” It was a carry-on.
He grinned, winked. “I’m sure it’s not the first one they’ve ever seen. Be bold, snowflake.” And that easily, she decided she would be. It was a vibrator, not a machete—she could travel with it through the airport if she damn well pleased. “And I want you to use it,” he said, leaning close, “and think of me.”
“I will,” she said on a whisper, without hesitation.
“Good. That’ll give me some nice fantasies.”
They stood in the bedroom, staring