Hooking Up
Page 45
I grin as soon as I realize what it is. Pushing up on one arm, I nab the toy. It has some heft to it, and it’s cool to the touch. I hold it up for Amie to see. “I want you to tell me about this.”
She pulls out the sass. “Well, it’s called a butt plug and it’s made of stainless steel.”
“Interesting.” I drop my hips so my cock is nestled between her legs and grin. “Do you like it?”
“It’s new. I haven’t had a chance to use it.”
Ah, fuck. This just keeps getting better and better. “Do you think we should fix that tonight?”
She bites her lip, glancing at the plug in my hand and then back at me. “We can try. Maybe see if I can handle it?”
“If you can handle this, you can handle me.” My cock kicks. “Would you like that?”
She moans softly.
“Is that a yes? You want me to fuck your pretty ass, Amie?” She nods once and I roll my hips, cock sliding over her clit. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
On a tremulous breath, she wraps her legs around my waist, tilting her hips up. “I want you in me everywhere.”
My smile echoes hers. “Be explicit, please.”
“I want you to fuck me like this.” She shifts her hips and I slip low, the head nudging inside all that soft, warm, and wet. “With nothing between us.”
We’ve had condomless sex a few times over the past two weeks on the heels of a brief discussion about safety. Amie’s on the pill, but we still use condoms most of the time just to be safe. Tonight I’ll give in to her, though. I ease inside, slow and controlled.
“And then I want you to get my ass ready for your cock.”
My hips meet hers on a low groan.
“Was that explicit enough for you? Or do you need more details?”
“I like details.” I rock against her, staying deep so I can hit that spot that makes her eyes roll up and her muscles clench.
“I want you to take me every way you can. I want you to fuck my ass until I come. I want to feel you everywhere in me even when you’re not with me.”
My thrusts speed with every dirty admission and detail she provides until we’re skin slapping, sweat dripping, bed rocking. I don’t slow down until she’s screaming my name as an orgasm rolls through her. When she recovers, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. Then I take a moment to move most of the sex toys to the carry-on lying open on the floor, keeping only the lube and the plugs—all three of them.
Amie watches me with her cheek resting on her folded arms, her breaths still quick and shallow. Once the comforter is cleared, I drag a single finger down her spine, enjoying her shiver.
She starts to push up, lifting her ass in the air, so I place a palm at the base of her spine to stop her. She glances over her shoulder at me, confused until I stretch out on top of her, moving her hair to the side so I can kiss and nibble her neck. “We’re going to take it slow tonight from here.” She twists enough that she can find the back of my neck with her palm. As we kiss she pushes her hips up, my cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
I’m in no rush, even though I’m aware that every passing moment brings us closer to the end. I want to draw it out, make these hours last for years. Eventually her moans turn into pleas for more, so I kiss a leisurely path down her spine until I reach her ass. I don’t stop though, instead I nibble my way across the plush flesh, kneading and kissing and biting. I’m straddling her legs, so she can’t push up the way she’d like to. The longer I hold back, the more she wants what I haven’t given her.
As soon as I lift my weight she pushes up on all fours and smoothes her hand across the comforter, grabbing for the travel-sized version of the lube that was not confiscated at the airport.
Popping the cap she holds it out, but instead of dropping it in my hand she squeezes, cool liquid running down my fingers. I rub them together, then drag the tips along the divide. I circle the tight opening over and over, not penetrating, applying the tiniest bit of pressure before I circle again. At least until she pushes back. Resistance gives way and her head drops, back arching as I ease one finger into her perfect, tight ass. As promised, I take it slow, adding a second finger, listening to her soft sounds grow deeper and louder, less delicate and more primal.
She groans my name when I add another finger and clutches the comforter tightly.
“Is this okay, baby?” I think it is. I’ve become fairly adept at reading her level of enjoyment over the past two weeks.
She exhales a shuddering breath with the slow, deep penetration. “Better than okay. So good, Lex.”
“You’ve got three of my fingers, what do you want me to replace them with?”
She stills. “Three?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You have big hands,” she murmurs.
I keep finger fucking her ass, slow and easy, spreading them, stretching her. “Should I just try the steel?”
Long moments pass and I beg the gods of anal to give me the all-clear, which is when she says, “You can try.”
I leave my fingers where they are, hoping this is going to help pave the way for my cock. I grab the plug, sliding the cold steel over her clit. Amie sucks in a breath. “What are you going to do?”
“Warm it up for you.” My fingers stay where they are while I tease her pussy with the plug. When she’s ready I exchange my fingers for the plug, easing it in inch by slow, steady inch.
The needy sounds she makes, and her soft whimpers and pleas, are exactly what I want to hear.
When her ass is full of plug, I fuck her, holding her body against me, keeping pressure on the end. Her neck is craned at an awkward angle, so we can kiss and maintain our connection. She comes on a scream, nails raking across my shoulders as she tries to hold on, biting my lip as she bucks.
When she sags in my arms. I lay her on her side.
“God that was intense,” she sighs.
I tuck her body in close to mine, her back against my chest, her damp hair sticking to her neck. I kiss her shoulder. “If you can’t handle more we don’t have to go there.”
She shifts, eyes rolling up at the movement since the plug is still filling up her ass and I’m still filling her pussy—and I’m still hard because I haven’t come.
She touches my lips with fingers that tremble. “I want it. I want you everywhere. I want this with you.”
I kiss her softly for minutes that seem like hours. When she’s languid in my arms I ease out and then I remove the plug. I’m not much bigger, so she’s as ready as she’s ever going to be to accommodate me.
And she does accommodate. She’s still on her side, eyes on mine as I sink into her, pushing past the resistance. I ease inside her, tight and slow and controlled. When my cock is finally all snug up in her ass I slip my fingers between her legs and circle her clit. She arches and fists the sheets, chanting oh my god as an orgasm rolls through her.
Amie’s mouth drops open, eyes hazy with need and desire when my hips meet her ass. “That’s it, baby, you’ve got all of me.”
“This feeling, it’s indescribable.” Her shaking fingers brush over the base of my cock.
“Talk to me. Try and find the words to explain the feeling.” I lean over her, getting in close, one hand on either side of her, caging her, protecting her, my thigh pressed into the crook of her knees. We stay like that, lips barely touching as I stay deep and fuck her slow.
She pulls out the sass. “Well, it’s called a butt plug and it’s made of stainless steel.”
“Interesting.” I drop my hips so my cock is nestled between her legs and grin. “Do you like it?”
“It’s new. I haven’t had a chance to use it.”
Ah, fuck. This just keeps getting better and better. “Do you think we should fix that tonight?”
She bites her lip, glancing at the plug in my hand and then back at me. “We can try. Maybe see if I can handle it?”
“If you can handle this, you can handle me.” My cock kicks. “Would you like that?”
She moans softly.
“Is that a yes? You want me to fuck your pretty ass, Amie?” She nods once and I roll my hips, cock sliding over her clit. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
On a tremulous breath, she wraps her legs around my waist, tilting her hips up. “I want you in me everywhere.”
My smile echoes hers. “Be explicit, please.”
“I want you to fuck me like this.” She shifts her hips and I slip low, the head nudging inside all that soft, warm, and wet. “With nothing between us.”
We’ve had condomless sex a few times over the past two weeks on the heels of a brief discussion about safety. Amie’s on the pill, but we still use condoms most of the time just to be safe. Tonight I’ll give in to her, though. I ease inside, slow and controlled.
“And then I want you to get my ass ready for your cock.”
My hips meet hers on a low groan.
“Was that explicit enough for you? Or do you need more details?”
“I like details.” I rock against her, staying deep so I can hit that spot that makes her eyes roll up and her muscles clench.
“I want you to take me every way you can. I want you to fuck my ass until I come. I want to feel you everywhere in me even when you’re not with me.”
My thrusts speed with every dirty admission and detail she provides until we’re skin slapping, sweat dripping, bed rocking. I don’t slow down until she’s screaming my name as an orgasm rolls through her. When she recovers, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. Then I take a moment to move most of the sex toys to the carry-on lying open on the floor, keeping only the lube and the plugs—all three of them.
Amie watches me with her cheek resting on her folded arms, her breaths still quick and shallow. Once the comforter is cleared, I drag a single finger down her spine, enjoying her shiver.
She starts to push up, lifting her ass in the air, so I place a palm at the base of her spine to stop her. She glances over her shoulder at me, confused until I stretch out on top of her, moving her hair to the side so I can kiss and nibble her neck. “We’re going to take it slow tonight from here.” She twists enough that she can find the back of my neck with her palm. As we kiss she pushes her hips up, my cock nestling in the cleft of her ass.
I’m in no rush, even though I’m aware that every passing moment brings us closer to the end. I want to draw it out, make these hours last for years. Eventually her moans turn into pleas for more, so I kiss a leisurely path down her spine until I reach her ass. I don’t stop though, instead I nibble my way across the plush flesh, kneading and kissing and biting. I’m straddling her legs, so she can’t push up the way she’d like to. The longer I hold back, the more she wants what I haven’t given her.
As soon as I lift my weight she pushes up on all fours and smoothes her hand across the comforter, grabbing for the travel-sized version of the lube that was not confiscated at the airport.
Popping the cap she holds it out, but instead of dropping it in my hand she squeezes, cool liquid running down my fingers. I rub them together, then drag the tips along the divide. I circle the tight opening over and over, not penetrating, applying the tiniest bit of pressure before I circle again. At least until she pushes back. Resistance gives way and her head drops, back arching as I ease one finger into her perfect, tight ass. As promised, I take it slow, adding a second finger, listening to her soft sounds grow deeper and louder, less delicate and more primal.
She groans my name when I add another finger and clutches the comforter tightly.
“Is this okay, baby?” I think it is. I’ve become fairly adept at reading her level of enjoyment over the past two weeks.
She exhales a shuddering breath with the slow, deep penetration. “Better than okay. So good, Lex.”
“You’ve got three of my fingers, what do you want me to replace them with?”
She stills. “Three?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You have big hands,” she murmurs.
I keep finger fucking her ass, slow and easy, spreading them, stretching her. “Should I just try the steel?”
Long moments pass and I beg the gods of anal to give me the all-clear, which is when she says, “You can try.”
I leave my fingers where they are, hoping this is going to help pave the way for my cock. I grab the plug, sliding the cold steel over her clit. Amie sucks in a breath. “What are you going to do?”
“Warm it up for you.” My fingers stay where they are while I tease her pussy with the plug. When she’s ready I exchange my fingers for the plug, easing it in inch by slow, steady inch.
The needy sounds she makes, and her soft whimpers and pleas, are exactly what I want to hear.
When her ass is full of plug, I fuck her, holding her body against me, keeping pressure on the end. Her neck is craned at an awkward angle, so we can kiss and maintain our connection. She comes on a scream, nails raking across my shoulders as she tries to hold on, biting my lip as she bucks.
When she sags in my arms. I lay her on her side.
“God that was intense,” she sighs.
I tuck her body in close to mine, her back against my chest, her damp hair sticking to her neck. I kiss her shoulder. “If you can’t handle more we don’t have to go there.”
She shifts, eyes rolling up at the movement since the plug is still filling up her ass and I’m still filling her pussy—and I’m still hard because I haven’t come.
She touches my lips with fingers that tremble. “I want it. I want you everywhere. I want this with you.”
I kiss her softly for minutes that seem like hours. When she’s languid in my arms I ease out and then I remove the plug. I’m not much bigger, so she’s as ready as she’s ever going to be to accommodate me.
And she does accommodate. She’s still on her side, eyes on mine as I sink into her, pushing past the resistance. I ease inside her, tight and slow and controlled. When my cock is finally all snug up in her ass I slip my fingers between her legs and circle her clit. She arches and fists the sheets, chanting oh my god as an orgasm rolls through her.
Amie’s mouth drops open, eyes hazy with need and desire when my hips meet her ass. “That’s it, baby, you’ve got all of me.”
“This feeling, it’s indescribable.” Her shaking fingers brush over the base of my cock.
“Talk to me. Try and find the words to explain the feeling.” I lean over her, getting in close, one hand on either side of her, caging her, protecting her, my thigh pressed into the crook of her knees. We stay like that, lips barely touching as I stay deep and fuck her slow.
