He repeated the path of his hands, pressing harder now, coaxing my muscles to loosen. I forced myself to take deep, calming breaths, a challenge considering how wound up I was with want and anxiety. After a few minutes, though, I felt the knot in my shoulders ease, even as the tension in my core tightened.
JC must have noticed a change in my posture, shifting his attention from my back to the space between my legs. His fingers slid easily into my hole. “You’re soaked,” he said in awe. “You have no clue how much that turns me on.”
I did, in fact, have a clue. A hard, thick one that was now shoving inside my cunt. He grunted as he settled in deeper before adopting a leisurely pace with his thrusts.
“Yes,” I moaned. He felt good. I always loved him from behind, and his slow tempo teased and taunted, spurring me to beg for more.
“JC. I want. Please.” I wasn’t even sure what I wanted anymore. All I knew was that he would give it to me.
And he did. Without saying a word, I heard the click of a bottle opening, and a moment later, the cold tip of a toy was at my ass.
“You know how this goes. Bear down while I push in.”
A moment of clarity burst through my lust-filled haze. “I need you, JC.” He’d already been the only person I’d ever used a plug with, but I wanted all of him. Wanted him to mark me and make me his with his cock.
“I know what you need.” He seemed irritated. “Right now you need to let me be in charge. Now. Bear down.” He didn’t wait for me to agree, pushing the plug in until it was firmly fitted inside me.
Immediately, I began the climb to climax. The penetration from the plug while he was inside me tightened my pussy around him. Made each stroke rub against my walls, hitting every nerve ending.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, already half there. I’d be all the way there if I weren’t trying so hard to wait.
“Go ahead. You need to come before I go on.” As if he didn’t believe that I’d give in so easily, he reached around and found my clit.
It was too much to fight against. My orgasm erupted, spilling over his cock in a wet gush of heat.
He pulled both his cock and the plug out the instant I went over the edge, and even in my bliss, I could sense he’d moved away from me completely.
“Come over here,” he ordered.
I stood, blinking, still not recovered. I turned to find he was now sitting on the armchair, his erection pointing boldly out from him, calling me to him as strongly as his voice had.
He had the lube, and he applied a generous amount to his cock as I stumbled over to him. “Crawl in my lap. You can take me at your own pace.”
He was making this sweet and intimate. Trying to take away all the fear by putting me in control.
Except my fear never really went away unless he held the reins.
“JC. This isn’t—”
He grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me to him. “You need to stop questioning everything I’m doing, Gwen. This is going to require all your trust, and if you can’t give it to me then we need to do this another time.”
“No.” I was already climbing up to straddle him, afraid he’d stop it if I hesitated at all. “I trust you.” I was on my knees, hovering above him.
“Good.” He kissed me, savagely. His tongue plunging deeper into my mouth than ever before. When he broke away, I was panting. “Now sit back.”
I leaned back and felt his head at my back entrance. He didn’t need to tell me to take a deep breath, but he did anyway, reminding me again to bear down. Slowly, I pushed down. He felt big, so big, and when he reached my snug rim, I was sure he was too big, and that I’d have to stop from the pain.
But I slid down just a little more and his crown passed the tight part, and suddenly the pain turned into something else—incredible, breathtaking pleasure that I’d never felt before. So intense that my vision had spots in it, and I hadn’t even taken him to the hilt yet.
“Ahhhh.” The sound fell from my lips, half sigh, half whimper.
“Are you okay?” JC’s voice was strained, and I knew it was taking everything he had not to thrust.
“Mmhmm.” I’d stilled, letting my body adjust to him before sitting on him completely. I didn’t know if I could sit on him completely. Before I’d been unsure if I could put the whole of him inside me because of the pain, but now I wasn’t sure because of the pleasure.
“Can you take more?” He sounded both patient and eager at the same time.
And I’d wanted to give him this—all of this—so I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, sinking all the way down as I did.