“Come.” I was on fire. He moved quickly, crossing the room to stand behind me, his own palms splayed over the pale round cheeks of my ass. Deep as my need was for him to drive himself inside of me, as hard as he could, I also wished to savor the sensation of his skin simply pressed against my own.
I could feel that he was eager; his cock jumped against the back of my thigh. I pushed back against him, rubbed the skin of my ass over his groin, enjoying the feeling of the coarse hair that surrounded his cock against the soft skin of my ass.
I let out an impatient sigh when he bent, circling my ankles with his hands. But he slowly traced his fingers up, up over the insides of my calves, behind my knees, straight to my inner thighs. I trembled, then wriggled my hips from side to side when he took yet another moment to trace a path over my hips, then down between my cheeks. My breath shuddered out as those probing fingers again found the moist heat of my entrance; he dipped inside of me, groaned with satisfaction when he found me hot and wet.
Control then shattered as he clasped my breasts together in one hand, squeezing them tightly. With his free hand I felt him grab his cock, guiding it to my entrance. I lowered myself until I was pressed flat against the table, standing on the tips of my toes. I raised my ass as high as I could in the air, my thighs spread, granting him as much access to my cunt as I possibly could.
With one hard thrust of his hips, he seated himself inside of me, all the way inside of me, and I moaned deeply, my eyelids fluttering as I rode the sensation.
Holding perfectly still while the head of his cock nudged against my womb, Christus allowed me a moment to adjust to the fullness of his cock from this angle. When he moved experimentally inside of me, I bit my lip.
Bending over farther, covering my sweating body with his own, he brushed his lips over the lobe of my ear, then took the hand that had been caressing my breasts and slid it back around my waist. He drew a firm line down my spine with the tip of one finger, not stopping when he reached the crease that divided my buttocks.
I would have squirmed away at that moment had the wooden table allowed me even a breath of space in which to move, for the sensation was incredibly intense. But I had nowhere to go, and so I had to accept the strange yet pleasurable sensation that came when he pressed a finger against the pucker between my folds.
“Christus.” It was too much. My body could not possibly accept so much sensation. But instead of responding to my entreaty, he pressed harder against that pucker, murmuring in my ear.
“Push back against me.” Pulling his hips back, he thrust forward in my cunt at the same time that his finger worked its way past the tight ring of muscles. I cried out at the intrusion, and he stilled, allowing me yet another moment to become accustomed to the feeling of being so full.
“Oh.” Slowly he began to rotate the finger inside of me, swiveling his hips in the same manner. I found myself then pushing back against him, the better to absorb all of the little quivers of pleasure that were running through me.
With a soft grunt, he pulled both his cock from my cunt and his finger from between my buttocks. I whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation, then froze when he ran his cock, slick with my juices, up the cleft, then between.
“Christus?” I might have been unsure, but at the same time I knew that I wanted him in any manner in which he would take me.
“You wanted it fast.” His palms gripping my flesh, he pulled apart the cheeks of my ass, and let his cock slide up to press against that most hidden of pleasurable places. “You wanted it hard, and rough. And so I am going to give you a sensation that you have never before had.”
His cock pressing against me, he slid his hands teasingly to my waist. I writhed against them, then nearly screamed when he pushed, and the head of his cock worked its way through that tight ring and inside of me.
“When we are in these demented games, when you feel all alone”—I dug my fingers into the wood of the table, feeling the nails of my fingers splinter against the unforgiving surface—“you will remember this. No matter what happens, you will remember this. I am the only one who can do this to you. I am the only one who can make you feel this way.”
“Yes.” What could I do but agree? He continued to slide his way into me, moving in increments, with momentary pauses to let me adjust to the strange sensation of fullness where I had never felt it before.
“I am the only one who has been inside of you like this. I am the only one you want inside of you.” Finally, finally he had seated himself inside of me, the heavy weight of his balls rocking against the tender spot where my ass met my legs.
“Oh, Christus.” It was a strange sensation, to be sure, but once I became aware of the new places along my skin that were tingling with pleasure, when I realized how wet my cunt had become because the feeling of fullness here was just so damned good, I moaned and pushed back against him.