Love [Literally]

by Maria Monroe

  "Julian," I moan. "Oh my god. Julian." In some part of my mind I register the fact that he's no longer spanking me. His hands are on my body now, pushing me so I'm on my back. On top of me his eyes are hungry, ravenous, and he kisses me like never before, like a starving man eating after days without sustenance. My mind isn't working right, my body still convulsing, but I can feel him shoving his pants off. When the head of his thick cock nudges against my wet pussy I'm so ready for him that I thrust my hips up toward him.

  He's inside. All the way. Huge and harder than ever. He's moving, slowly at first, then hard, slapping into me over and over again. His breathing is harsh, his eyes focused. I've never been fucked like this, never this hard, this fast. I close my eyes.

  "Look at me," he demands, barely able to speak as he thrusts again and again.

  I open my eyes, staring into his. When his eyes narrow and his jaw pulses I know he's coming. He curses, his body tensing on top of mine, and I can feel his dick harden even more inside me seconds before his warm cum fills me up.

  "Holy fuck, Lia," he whispers. "Jesus Christ." He pulls out and falls onto the bed on his back, pulling me over to him so my head is on his chest. "That was…" He stops. "Did I hurt you? Did you like it?" There's so much concern, so suddenly, in his voice that I almost laugh.

  "I liked it," I assure him. "It was… intense."

  "Intense good, though, right?"

  "Julian," I whisper, "I've never heard you so uncertain about anything before!"

  "Lia." He strokes my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. "I don't want…I want to make you feel good. I want to know if you liked that."

  "I loved it." It's true.

  "I've fantasized about doing that for a long fucking time," he says.

  "Other things too?" I ask.

  He growls, pulling me on top of him and kissing me savagely. "Yes. Other things too."

  “Like what?” I whisper. I need to hear them; I want to think about exactly what makes him hot.

  “I want you bent over the bed,” says Julian suddenly.

  Without question, I comply, my heart pounding as I contemplate all the things he might have in mind.

  I feel his presence behind me, moving closer, then his fingers touching my already-wet pussy from behind. He sinks one finger in deep, getting it wet, then pulls it out and moves back to my other hole.

  I jump, the feeling unfamiliar though not unpleasant.

  “Relax, Lia.” His voice is so low; I love when he sounds like that, when his words are suffused with sex and desire.

  His finger pushes harder now, so the tip enters my tight hole, and I squirm.

  “Hold still,” he murmurs.

  I do.

  “If you need me to stop, say so. Otherwise, I’m going to keep going. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  He pushes his finger in deeper, and I cry out at the sudden invasion, but the truth is my clit is throbbing again. There’s something about the sensation, of me being so tight and him slowly working his way inside, that makes me lightheaded with desire.

  “Do you want me to stop?” asks Julian, pulling his finger out a tiny bit, then pushing it back in.

  “Oh god,” I moan, shifting my body slightly at the new strange sensation. “No. Don’t stop.”

  For a second he holds his finger completely still, then in one fluid movement he sinks it deep all the way inside me.

  I cry out in the split second of pain I feel, but it’s soon gone, replaced by an agonizingly satisfying fullness.

  Slowly, Julian withdraws his finger almost completely, then sinks it back in again. And again. And again. I begin to get used to the feeling, used to the fullness I’ve never felt before tonight.

  “Are you ready, Lia?” he asks suddenly, pulling all the way out and leaning over me, whispering in my ear.

  “Ready for what?” I think I know, but I want to hear him say it.

  “My cock.”

  Oh. My. God. “I don’t know,” I whisper. Then: “I think so.”

  “We’ll go slow.” I hear him open a drawer, then return to the bed. I know it’s lube he was getting, but it still surprises me by how cool it feels on my skin as he holds my cheeks open with one hand while he squeezes some of the lube right there, on my tight hole.

  With his finger he works the lube in a little bit and spreads more all around the outside too.

  “I thought we were going to try the plug first,” I whisper.

  “I decided we’d go for the real thing,” he counters. “Is that OK with you?”

  “Yes.” I’m terrified but turned on too, and I can’t wait for him to start while at the same time scared of how much it’s going to hurt.

  I jump the second I feel his hands grasp my hips, as I feel one of his hands spreading my cheeks again. And then, the tip of his cock pushes gently against my asshole.

  Immediately I tense up, afraid of how big he is and how it’s going to feel.

  “Shhh,” he whispers. “If you relax, it’s not going to hurt, OK?”

  “OK,” I whisper, but it’s hard to stay calm right now. Still, despite my apprehension, a new surge of wetness warms my pussy at the thought of what’s about to happen.

  He pushes into me a little bit more, and as my hole is forced open, I groan, both at the strange, new feeling and at the heady knowledge that he is claiming me totally in this act. I’m his. I would never do this with anyone else.

  He does go slow, just like he said, pushing in a bit at a time, filling me up little by little, stretching me wide. Every time I cry out at the intrusion or in pain he stops, waits until I relax once more, then continues. I can hear his breathing pick up; just knowing how turned on this makes him gets me even hotter too. The slow progress of his dick into my ass has my whole entire body tense, throbbing, filled with desire and pleasure.

  “God, it’s so fucking tight,” he groans.

  “Julian,” I whimper, my body weak with sensation.

  “I’m going to go in all the way now, Lia.”

  “Oh god,” I murmur, which he takes as consent because suddenly he pushes in quickly, and though his progress till this point was slow, I’m shocked at the sensation of his cock being all the way inside me like this.

  I’m gasping for breath, and Julian leans to whisper in my ear, shifting, slightly, the position of his cock inside me. “Relax,” he whispers. “I’m just going to hold still inside you for a few seconds so you get used to the feeling of me being in you like this.”

  “Yes,” I respond.

  He reaches around, finding my clit instantly; he knows my body so well, knows every curve and sensitive spot, and he presses it, moving it in delicious circles. I’m filled from behind with Julian’s huge dick while he’s touching me, and nothing has ever felt this good.

  When I start to moan and writhe, he slowly, oh so slowly, pulls his cock out of me a few inches, then pushes back in. It’s not exactly comfortable; there’s definitely an edge of pain to him fucking me like this. But it’s the kind of pain that, like the spanking, is muddled, mixed so well with pleasure that it stops hurting in a bad way. Instead, it turns me on even more.

  “Julian,” I moan, my clit starting to tense up, my whole body driving closer and closer to that edge of pure bliss.

  “I want you to come like this,” he utters, and I can tell he’s holding back, that probably? He wants to pound into me, deep and fast, over and over again. But he knows I’m not ready for that, so he takes his time.

  It’s only a few minutes before I feel the warmth in my core, feel my body begin to tremble, to tighten, as it prepares for ecstasy. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations of Julian moving in and out of my tightness while he touches my clit so perfectly it’s as though he’s been doing it forever. And then I’m soaring, my pussy convulsing, my body tightening vigorously around his hard cock.

  He growls, an animalistic sound of pure physicality, and then I feel him coming too, grabbing hard onto my hips as he d
oes, his breath raspy and fast.

  “Fuck. Oh fuck,” he murmurs.

  I can feel his dick soften, and he gently pulls it out of me as he kisses my hair, the back of my neck, my shoulders too.

  I’m too exhausted to move, and Julian gently cleans me up, then helps me back into bed so he’s holding me from behind, his breath warm on my neck.

  “You know,” he says after a while, “Chicago’s got a lot of stores. We should go shopping. Pick up some new toys.”

  “OK.”

  “God, I’m so glad we’re back together, Lia.” Julian’s words are a whisper against my hair.

  “Why? Because I just agreed to go sex-toy shopping with you?”

  “No! Well, yes. That too,” he concedes. “Because I love you, Lia. Because nothing was right without you. Because if we hadn’t gotten together again, I know I would have felt, for the rest of my life, like something was missing.”

  “Me too.” I snuggle up against him, positive that this right here is the best feeling ever.

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  Maria lives just outside Chicago. She loves writing and reading steamy romance novels. She has three cool kids, two dogs, two cats, and the most supportive husband in the world.