Perfect Match

by Alexis Alvarez

  He slid his cock into her pussy, pumping gently, then dragged his cock across her clit, making her whimper and flinch, because it felt good and almost like too much at the same time. After a few minutes of this, she was nearly ready to come again.

  He fingered her clit. “You feeling like you want to come?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes and fisting her hands. “Yes.”

  “Don’t, though. You only get to come when my cock is balls deep in your ass.”

  She made a little breathy sound. “Okay.”

  He played with her nipples, then reached back down to her clit, stroking and teasing, then stopping to pump her pussy with his cock. Soon she was writhing under him, breathing hard, trying to hold back.

  “I think you’re getting ready,” he murmured, and pulled his cock out of her pussy. She heard the bottle lid click again, and watched as he put some of the lube onto his hard cock. She was mesmerized, thinking: “That’s going to be in my ass. Inside me.”

  But instead she felt his finger, as good as she remembered, and she relaxed into his touch as he pumped her with his digit and then inserted another. Time seemed to stop while he played her ass with one hand, randomly stroking her clit with the other, and soon he had three fingers in her ass and she was whimpering with arousal.

  “Now you’re really ready,” he said with satisfaction.

  A second later, she felt him push up against her anus and instinctively clenched. “Relax your ass,” he said. “Nice and easy. Don’t clench up at all while I push in. It will go in easier that way.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  He brushed her clit, making her suck in her breath, then she felt his cock press past the ring of muscles and keep going. It felt strange, alien, and she made a little sound, but forced herself to keep her ass soft.

  “You good?” He paused for a second, and she could feel her heartbeat, she thought, in the ring of muscles clenching his cock.

  “Yes. Keep going.”

  “Oh, I plan to.” He pushed further. “God, your ass is so good.”

  “It hurts a little.”

  “I know.” He pinched a nipple, then brushed softly down her body. “It’s supposed to hurt a little. But soon it will feel good, too. You let me know if it’s too much, though.”

  He slid in further and she moaned, feeling a burning. At the same time, she enjoyed the entirely new sensation of feeling full of his cock, and the illicit pleasure, the fact that she was doing something new and sort of taboo, was enough in itself to heighten the sexiness of the experience.

  She bit her lip as he pushed a little more. It was hurting a lot, even with the lube; it didn’t feel like anything was going wrong, but the fire around her anal muscles was so intense! She was about to tell him no, stop, when suddenly, as her body loosened up around him, the pain faded.

  “Mmm…” she murmured, suddenly loving it even more when he jiggled his body, and when she clenched down on his cock, making him groan.

  “Starting to feel good, right?” He sounded cocky, but he wasn’t wrong. He stroked her thighs, then lifted her legs to adjust the angle. “Look, when I lift you up I can get even deeper. Relax for me.”

  She allowed him to lift her legs even higher, the pose feeling so illicit and dirty that she would have blushed if she weren’t so turned on.

  “Let me try this,” he murmured. He pulled back out a little bit, then thrust in. It was a gentle motion, nothing at all like when he was fucking her pussy, but it felt huge in her ass. And it felt good, too. “Because when I do this”—and he pumped her ass again, making her suck in her breath at the movement—“I want you to rub your clit for me. And then you’re going to feel fucking amazing. Can you do that for me now?”

  “Yes,” she squeezed out the word, her entire body focused on allowing and managing the new sensations. She reached down and touched her clit, gliding her fingers in the way she did when masturbating.

  “You keep touching yourself while I fuck your ass. And we’re both going to come. Got it? You better get that pussy nice and hot, because I’m going to fuck your ass as long and hard as I need to, to make you come. I only stop fucking this asshole when you scream out my name.”

  “Dylan,” she moaned. Her arousal shot through the roof with his dirty, rough talk.

  He started pumping harder, his cock moving in and out smoothly due to the lube. “I hope you’re playing with your clit, Fia. Because I’m going to start fucking your ass pretty hard in a few seconds.”

  He grabbed her around the thighs to get a grip and pushed backwards on her legs while pumping, and he went so deep that she cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain.

  “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’m balls deep in your ass, Fia. Fuck. You feel that? I’m watching my cock fuck your ass.”

  He pumped again. She could barely believe that his huge cock was inside her ass, and that it even felt good, as long as she kept touching her clit.

  “You know,” he said, “sometimes maybe if you’re bad, I’ll fuck your ass without letting you touch yourself. I’ll make you wait for an orgasm until I’ve had mine, and I’m hard again. I’ll take your ass for my pleasure.”

  She shuddered, as waves of arousal spread from her clit through her entire belly. Hearing him talk like this made her burn with desire. She didn’t know why, but she fucking loved it. She’d even let him do it, too, as long as her eventual orgasm was phenomenal.

  “And maybe,” he lowered his voice, “next time I fuck your ass, I’ll put a butt plug in immediately afterward, so you have to hold my cum in your ass as long as I want. I’ll fuck your ass and stick in that plug and send you to work like that, Fia. And all day long you’ll sit on that plug and remember that your pretty little asshole is full of my cum. And I won’t let you take the plug out until the end of the day, when I’m ready to fuck you again.”

  “Dylan, God,” she wailed, rubbing frantically on her hot spot, just above her clit. “I’m going…”

  “You wait until I tell you,” he growled, and pumped her again, so hard that she caught her breath. “Now,” he ordered, and pumped even harder. He groaned and stiffened, and roared out his orgasm, and she clenched down on his cock with her muscles, her pussy and clit convulsing as she came, too, the orgasm fierce and strong, even more delicious measured against the fire in her ass.

  He pulled out of her body slowly, gently, then patted her ass as he rolled over to lie beside, her, breathing hard. They lay together for a few minutes, and Fia just let herself go to enjoy the crazy mix of sensations in her body.

  She must have drifted to sleep for a few minutes, because when she opened her eyes, the shower was running in the bathroom and a sheet was covering her body.

  She sat up slowly, and time came back to her—she’d probably been out for maybe fifteen minutes? She tightened her ass muscles to see how everything felt. A little tender; not surprising, considering what she’d just done, but really not that bad at all. And considering that amazing orgasm, the whole experience had been pretty fucking good.

  “You awake?” Dylan came out of the bathroom on a waft of soap and steam.

  She nodded. “Yes. My turn?” She pointed to the shower.

  “Of course.” Dylan came over and kissed her mouth. “Fia, that was amazing.” He sat down and pulled her into his body. “Let me just touch your sexy body before you go shower.” He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her thighs. “Jesus, you’re hot.”

  “So are you.” She pressed his abs with her hand.

  “You okay?” He patted the side of her thigh. “Feel good? Does it hurt?”

  “Not that much. Not as much as I expected, for sure.” She shifted her weight from cheek to cheek.

  “Did you like it?” He bit the side of her neck, then kissed. “Would you do it again?”

  “Yes.” She flushed. “I mean, not right now. But someday.”

  “See, I told you I’d convince you that anal with me is awesome.”

  She shove
d at his hard arm. “As long as you give my pussy a fair share of pleasure, too.”

  “That can be arranged.” He slid his fingers between her thighs.

  “I need to shower!”

  “I like you this way. Wet and dirty and full of sex.” He smirked.

  “But you got to shower.”

  “Well, it was important for me to shower. I want to make you come again, but you can’t go from anus to pussy with a cock. That’s an important sex lesson, Fia, so I need you to take notes.”

  “Jerk.” She shoved him.

  “You’re going to jerk me off, you mean? With your mouth? Thank you.” He smirked at her and dropped the towel.

  He was already hard again, and Fia felt herself get wet again.

  “I think my cock is pretty clean,” he remarked, “But to be sure, maybe you should suck it a little bit. Or a lot.”

  “If I don’t?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

  “Well, then I’d have to spank you.” He shook his head and gave her a mock serious look. “Nice and hard, until your ass is pink and you’re begging me for a chance to suck my cock as long as I stop the punishment.”

  “You’ll have to catch me first.” She stood up and stuck out her tongue at him, then darted away, towards the bathroom, squealing as he caught her easily…which was what she wanted, anyway.

  And the rest of the night turned out to be very, very good.

  Relaxing on the lanai with a steaming mug of Kona coffee, the trade winds off the ocean ruffling her hair, Fia sighed in contentment. She glanced across the small table at Dylan. Leaning back in the deck chair in just board shorts, his impressive bare chest lit up by the sun, he looked casual and happy.

  She poked his leg with her bare toe. “I want to go snorkeling.”

  He smiled at her. “Not afraid of sharks?”

  “They’re not that common, really. Besides, they’d probably eat you first because you’re larger. So no. Not worried.”

  “Maybe they’d eat you first because they could smell your delicious pussy from a mile away.”

  “Okay, that’s a really nasty compliment. No woman wants to be told her pussy can be located from across the room, let alone the ocean.”

  “But you have to keep in mind that sharks have an incredible sense of smell. I’m not saying humans could do it.” He gave her his cocky grin.

  “I don’t know why I bother putting up with you.” She gave him a scowl, but burst into laughter anyway.

  “Come on, you know you like it,” he cajoled her. “I mean, I like your jokes. I couldn’t love you more if…” he broke off, face reddening. “Ah.”

  “What?” She felt her whole body go dizzy.

  “I…” he sat up and blinked. “Sorry. I was just talking, and it sort of—I mean, I know that’s a little weird to say it this soon, so don’t worry—”

  “I wasn’t worried,” she cut in, just as he added, “So forget I said it.”

  She felt her face get hot, too. “Um, okay. I guess.”

  They were silent for a minute, then she said, “Unless, I mean, you really meant it. Then we could talk about it. But if you didn’t and it was just a thing, then whatever, yeah.”

  He cleared his throat. There was a red stain on his jaw. “And if I did mean it? Would that scare you away?” He sounded surprisingly anxious to her.

  A rush of emotion flooded her body. “Scare me? No! God, no. I mean, it’s possible that if you did mean something like that, then maybe I might feel the same way. But if you didn’t, or don’t, then I don’t either, of course.” She coughed and crossed her arms.

  “Aha.” He looked out toward the ocean for a second, then pursed his lips. “Well, what if I meant it?”

  “Theoretically?”

  “Practically.”

  “Like practically as in almost, like I almost could love you, or practically as in, real, in real life, and—”

  “I love you.” He looked right at her.

  She caught her breath, her heart speeding into a pace so rapid she could barely breathe. “For real?”

  He nodded. “Yes. I said love is stupid and people fall into emotions that aren’t really love. But this is different. I mean, it’s—you.”

  He got up and crouched down next to her chair. “Fia, I like you a lot. I like your smile and your ass. I like your sense of humor and your attitude and the way you get things done. I like being with you. I like the way we can talk about art and philosophy, and the way you’re so damn smart, and then we get in the bedroom and you fucking blow me away with your body. And all of those likes, they sort of add up into something really fucking amazing. And I guess that’s love.”

  He put his hand onto hers. “I more than guess. I’m sure. Yeah?”

  She smiled back, feeling tears in her eyes, but they were tears of happiness. “Yeah, I think you’re right. Then I guess I love you too.”

  “So that means no more dating service for me,” he said, standing and pulling her to her feet. “And definitely no dating service for you. I take back everything I said about you inputting your data into the system and seeing who got the highest numbers.”

  “Maybe I should do it,” she said into his neck. “Just to see how you and I match up. If we’d hit, like, ninety percent or something.”

  “Princess, your system could give us a fucking negative number for a match and I don’t care,” he growled, biting her neck and squeezing her ass. “Because in person we are perfect for each other.”

  “I agree,” she said. “But it might be fun to try it.”

  “You do it, and I’ll spank you,” he threatened. “One spank for each percentage point.”

  She laughed. “Then you should hope for a high number.”

  He ran his hand under her shirt. “You’re a perfect ten, no matter how you count it.”

  She melted into his arms. “You’re okay, too.”

  “You mean a ten also, right?”

  “Well, a solid eight, with potential to move up to a nine, depending on how the next few hours go,” she teased, then giggled when he squeezed her breast and bit her neck again. “See, already you’re climbing. Look at you moving your way to an eight point two.”

  “How about a six point nine?” He whispered into her ear. “Let’s go rock your numbers in the bedroom.”

  Fia had never been happier. There were still obstacles to overcome, and changes they both might need to make in their lives. It wasn’t necessarily going to be easy, the future…but it would be worth it. She had a long way to go in her career and life, but having Dylan by her side would make it all a hell of a lot more fun and rewarding. After all this time finding love for other couples, she’d finally done it for herself—found her own perfect match.

  L.A. Hot Spots Blog—Perfect Profiles Goes Rogue

  Perfect Profiles is making headlines again! This time Fia Martin isn’t going head to head in a dating game on a morning show. She’s tackling a much more serious challenge of counteracting the body shaming stereotypes and unrealistic images in Hollywood and the media.

  Her new “Love is All” campaign encourages people to join her elite matchmaking service and embrace their body and their unique beauty, and find the match who does as well.

  “Whether you’re a size two or a size twenty-two, whether you’re short or tall, no matter what you look like, you are beautiful,” Fia told us in an interview. “And you deserve to find the perfect match. At Perfect Profiles, we strive to find you a partner who will appreciate you, inside and out. Come to us with an open mind and heart, and be prepared to look at the inner beauty of your potential matches, because they’ll be doing the same for you.”

  When asked about why she’s speaking out, Fia added, “In this city, there’s so much focus on looking a certain way and being a certain size, and people are made to feel that if they’re not a size one model, they’re not worth as much. And that’s ridiculous and wrong, and I want to encourage open-minded people to reach out and look beyond the stereotypes. Because
when you limit your options, you lose out on so many wonderful opportunities for a great relationship.”

  Rumors about falling profits for dating services that featured plus-size women made Fia irritated. “You know, you can’t measure love with dollars,” she told us. “It’s not just about hard numbers. I believe that being inclusive with my matchmaking service is the right move for my clients, this city, and for me personally. As people come to realize that this is a safe and fun place to meet matches, I know we’ll expand to reach past our previous earning potential and become the top dating site in the city. Come sign up and you’ll see for yourself.”

  When we asked if it was scary to change her business model this radically, she gave us a vehement no. “You know, it’s not scary at all, because I’m doing the right thing for my heart, and I know I can make this a success. And I have the full support of my fiancé, Dylan. When someone else believes in you with all their heart, you know, it gives you even more strength to make a change.”

  Fia made headlines last summer when she got engaged to the very man she was supposed to be fixing up with other women on a highly popular TV series. She currently resides in L.A. where she runs her business, Perfect Profiles.

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