Uncivilized
Page 87
As if to prove his ominous message, Zach pulls his finger out, and then starts to push two back in.
Oh, well… okay, that feels a bit different. There’s a slight sting around the opening, but he goes slowly. As I take a sucking breath into my lungs, he pushes both digits all the way in deeply. Holding still for a few moments, he starts to gently move them in and out of me, letting my tight passage stretch and accommodate. The stinging sensation diminishes, and Zach knows I’m ready for more because of the soft moans fluttering over my lips. It’s torture, but I keep my body absolutely still so he can work at his own pace.
Zach pulls his fingers free, adds more body wash, and then says, “Hold on, baby. I’m giving you one more finger.”
Anxiety tightens my chest as I prepare for the invasion, but he goes so slowly… so gently, that I’m amazed that the stinging is no greater than when he put two fingers inside of me. He thrusts them in deeply and pulls them back with exquisite tenderness. In and out, in and out, and a pleasurable convulsion rumbles through me. I can’t help it… I push back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper, and I’m rewarded with another crack of his palm on my ass.
“Ooohhh,” I moan, because the hurt actually feels so good.
Zach pumps his fingers in deep again, and then stills for a moment. Suddenly, the most intense feeling occurs… fullness such as I’ve never felt back there as I realize he’s pulling his fingers apart, stretching me even further. It feels amazing, and I think I could come this way if he kept at it.
Reaching around my chest with an arm, Zach pulls me up into a standing position with his fingers still deep inside of me. He leans his head in and nuzzles at my temple. “Okay, I want you to ride my fingers for a bit.”
My head falls back onto his shoulder with surrender, and my h*ps immediately start gyrating and pumping against his hand. He doesn’t help me at all, keeping his hand absolutely still, but soon I learn a rhythm and then I’m grinding down on him, feeling the knuckles at the base of his fingers pushing against my pu**y lips.
Zach hisses against me. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
He drops his hand down that is holding me up by the chest, bringing it to my front. Pushing his way past the slick folds, he pinches my cl*t lightly between his thumb and forefinger and then I’m shrieking out as I start to cl**ax violently.
“Yes, oh yes,” I cry over and over again. “Fuck… Fuck.”
When my tremors slow but not cease, Zach pulls his fingers out of me and leans over to turn the shower off. He steps out first and sweeps me up into his arms, which is a good thing because I’m absolutely boneless and weakened.
Zach carries me into the bedroom and practically tosses me onto the bed, soaking wet. I start to turn over on my stomach, but he says, “Don’t. I want you on your back when I do this.”
“My back?” I ask in confusion, thinking maybe that last orgasm rendered me stupid. I thought we needed to do “this” doggie style.
“Trust me,” he says with a grin as he leans over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. My heart starts a stuttering thump when I see him pull out the lube and toss it on the bed beside me. He then reaches out and pulls out a flesh-colored, vibrating dildo that’s not mine. I’ve never even seen it before. Turning to me, his look is sinful when he turns the base and it starts buzzing.
Holding it out for me to inspect, he says, “I bought this on Amazon. It’s got a butterfly on the front to hold against your clit, and it’s eight solid inches that I’m going to fill your pu**y with when I’m f**king your ass.”
My entire body shudders over the thought… over Zach’s filthy words… and by the unrestrained lust I see in his eyes. My gaze flicks downward, and his c**k is practically sticking straight up. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it this hard. I reach my hand out to touch him, but he steps away from me.
“No touching. I almost f**king came in the shower just watching what I was doing to you,” he says in a moment of complete and utter honesty. “Now lay back and spread your legs for me.”
I ease back onto the bed, making sure there’s enough room for him to crawl up and join me. My heart is thundering, and I’ve never been more wildly excited for something in my entire life. I’m giving something to Zach that I’ve never given to another person, and he’s accepting something he’s never had before.
Zach crawls onto the bed and kneels down in between my legs. He turns the dildo off, placing it next to my hip. I eye it with fascination. Reaching out, he puts his hands on my br**sts and gently squeezes them for a moment. Then his hands move to my face and he leans in and kisses me, softly and deeply… with quiet hunger.
When he pulls back, he places his hands under the backs of my knees and spreads my legs wider, lifting up and pushing them back… way back… until the tops of my thighs mash against my br**sts and my ass lifts off the bed. I’m splayed open for him, completely vulnerable.
“Put your hands here,” Zach indicates with a nod to where he’s holding my legs. “I need you to hold yourself open like this for me.”
A rushing gasp of air pours out of me, and I suck another lungful back in. “Where in the world did you learn this?” I ask him in wonder as my hands come up to hold my legs in place. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing, and I’m amazed.
Reaching over to the lube, Zach gives me a wide grin. “There’s an instructional video online. Two p**n s stars did it. I’m not following it exactly, and their instruction involved these weird-looking things called anal beads, but I got the gist of it.”
Oh, well… okay, that feels a bit different. There’s a slight sting around the opening, but he goes slowly. As I take a sucking breath into my lungs, he pushes both digits all the way in deeply. Holding still for a few moments, he starts to gently move them in and out of me, letting my tight passage stretch and accommodate. The stinging sensation diminishes, and Zach knows I’m ready for more because of the soft moans fluttering over my lips. It’s torture, but I keep my body absolutely still so he can work at his own pace.
Zach pulls his fingers free, adds more body wash, and then says, “Hold on, baby. I’m giving you one more finger.”
Anxiety tightens my chest as I prepare for the invasion, but he goes so slowly… so gently, that I’m amazed that the stinging is no greater than when he put two fingers inside of me. He thrusts them in deeply and pulls them back with exquisite tenderness. In and out, in and out, and a pleasurable convulsion rumbles through me. I can’t help it… I push back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper, and I’m rewarded with another crack of his palm on my ass.
“Ooohhh,” I moan, because the hurt actually feels so good.
Zach pumps his fingers in deep again, and then stills for a moment. Suddenly, the most intense feeling occurs… fullness such as I’ve never felt back there as I realize he’s pulling his fingers apart, stretching me even further. It feels amazing, and I think I could come this way if he kept at it.
Reaching around my chest with an arm, Zach pulls me up into a standing position with his fingers still deep inside of me. He leans his head in and nuzzles at my temple. “Okay, I want you to ride my fingers for a bit.”
My head falls back onto his shoulder with surrender, and my h*ps immediately start gyrating and pumping against his hand. He doesn’t help me at all, keeping his hand absolutely still, but soon I learn a rhythm and then I’m grinding down on him, feeling the knuckles at the base of his fingers pushing against my pu**y lips.
Zach hisses against me. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
He drops his hand down that is holding me up by the chest, bringing it to my front. Pushing his way past the slick folds, he pinches my cl*t lightly between his thumb and forefinger and then I’m shrieking out as I start to cl**ax violently.
“Yes, oh yes,” I cry over and over again. “Fuck… Fuck.”
When my tremors slow but not cease, Zach pulls his fingers out of me and leans over to turn the shower off. He steps out first and sweeps me up into his arms, which is a good thing because I’m absolutely boneless and weakened.
Zach carries me into the bedroom and practically tosses me onto the bed, soaking wet. I start to turn over on my stomach, but he says, “Don’t. I want you on your back when I do this.”
“My back?” I ask in confusion, thinking maybe that last orgasm rendered me stupid. I thought we needed to do “this” doggie style.
“Trust me,” he says with a grin as he leans over to the bedside table and opens the drawer. My heart starts a stuttering thump when I see him pull out the lube and toss it on the bed beside me. He then reaches out and pulls out a flesh-colored, vibrating dildo that’s not mine. I’ve never even seen it before. Turning to me, his look is sinful when he turns the base and it starts buzzing.
Holding it out for me to inspect, he says, “I bought this on Amazon. It’s got a butterfly on the front to hold against your clit, and it’s eight solid inches that I’m going to fill your pu**y with when I’m f**king your ass.”
My entire body shudders over the thought… over Zach’s filthy words… and by the unrestrained lust I see in his eyes. My gaze flicks downward, and his c**k is practically sticking straight up. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it this hard. I reach my hand out to touch him, but he steps away from me.
“No touching. I almost f**king came in the shower just watching what I was doing to you,” he says in a moment of complete and utter honesty. “Now lay back and spread your legs for me.”
I ease back onto the bed, making sure there’s enough room for him to crawl up and join me. My heart is thundering, and I’ve never been more wildly excited for something in my entire life. I’m giving something to Zach that I’ve never given to another person, and he’s accepting something he’s never had before.
Zach crawls onto the bed and kneels down in between my legs. He turns the dildo off, placing it next to my hip. I eye it with fascination. Reaching out, he puts his hands on my br**sts and gently squeezes them for a moment. Then his hands move to my face and he leans in and kisses me, softly and deeply… with quiet hunger.
When he pulls back, he places his hands under the backs of my knees and spreads my legs wider, lifting up and pushing them back… way back… until the tops of my thighs mash against my br**sts and my ass lifts off the bed. I’m splayed open for him, completely vulnerable.
“Put your hands here,” Zach indicates with a nod to where he’s holding my legs. “I need you to hold yourself open like this for me.”
A rushing gasp of air pours out of me, and I suck another lungful back in. “Where in the world did you learn this?” I ask him in wonder as my hands come up to hold my legs in place. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing, and I’m amazed.
Reaching over to the lube, Zach gives me a wide grin. “There’s an instructional video online. Two p**n s stars did it. I’m not following it exactly, and their instruction involved these weird-looking things called anal beads, but I got the gist of it.”
