Grace howled. Her grip on his cock was almost brutal while the last of his seed spurted into her. Collapsing on top of her, he waited until they could both breathe again before withdrawing and crawling off the bed.
“You, into the bathtub, now,” he ordered, gripping her elbow, but not hurting her.
Her mouth dropped open, showing that she didn’t completely understand his intent. She may have initiated the anal play. But that was mild compared to what he was going to do. Dallas was going to finish it.
Taking her into the bathroom, he plugged the tub and ran warm water. “Everything comes off except the jewelry,” he said, helping her out of the garter belt and stockings.
He tossed the red gown, not even sure what happened to her shoes. As soon as the tub was filled enough for the two of them, he picked her up and lowered her into the water. Using homemade soap, he washed his woman, being careful around her sensitive nipples and the chains.
The warm water felt amazing. Having Grace face him and straddle his lap, he enjoyed the way her almost-bare quim cushioned his semi-hard erection. Bringing her to lay against his chest, he washed her back and ass cheeks, running his soaped fingers along the crack. Soap and water helped her relax and accept the push of his middle finger into her tight asshole.
“Dallas,” she murmured, not showing any sign of pain. “You…you’re going to take me there tonight?”
Dallas nodded once. “I’ll prepare you first, baby. Don’t be afraid.”
Grace started to shake her head no. If she made that decision, he’d have to live with it for now.
She didn’t say no. “I’m yours,” she said, breathing out as he’d done when she fingered him. Pushing his finger further into her, he gritted his teeth. She was incredibly hot and tight. He wanted to fuck her ass and her pussy at the same time. To do that, he’d need something else to achieve the fantasy of fucking her with two cocks.
Sooner than he expected, she was accepting his finger thrusts, rocking and moving with him, taking his finger to the second knuckle. Withdrawing to re-soap his hand, he used two fingers, spearing her and stretching her more. Grace breathed and pushed, fucking his fingers.
“That feels so good. I want you to fuck me, please,” she confessed, rocking her hips.
“Not yet, baby,” he denied, withdrawing his hand carefully so he wouldn’t push her too far too fast. She might be willing, but she was incredibly tight and unaware that her body was naturally trying to bear down and keep him out. She needed more preparation before he could fit his cock in her ass and not hurt her.
Kissing her softly, he finished washing her and rinsed the soap from her body with a soft washcloth. He helped her climb out of the tub, unplugged the drain and grabbed a towel to dry her off. Grace trembled slightly, more from arousal than fear.
He watched her to be sure, noticing her heavy-lidded gaze and the way her mouth parted. She was flushed, aroused. “Time for your next present,” he said, tossing the towel and leading her back to bed.
* * * * *
Grace was both incredibly aroused and amazed by the way Dallas took care of her in the bath. She wasn’t quite sure what would happen next, though she had a pretty good picture in her mind. She was nervous, sure. But she trusted that he would make this night good for her.
Dallas stopped her at the bed, bringing her up to him with his hands at her waist. He lowered his head, taking her mouth in the gentlest of kisses he’d ever given her. His hands were trembling.
Encouraged, she placed her hands over his fingers, gripping him as he held onto her. His warm tongue slipped through the seam of her lips, opening her mouth and plunging deep inside. The quest of his tongue, the seduction of his kiss, left her breathless. His long, soft hair teased her bare skin wherever it touched, feeling like a thousand fingers.
Her heart tripped, her labia fluttered, reminding her that her pussy was currently empty. She wanted his cock, his hands and his tongue. Everything and anything he had, she wanted, in all available places a woman could take a man.
Breaking away to press her lips against his jaw, she kissed and nipped a path downward. Dallas murmured something, almost stopping her, but Grace shook her head.
“My turn,” she whispered, licking first one nipple, then the other.
Dallas grunted. She bit down, trapping his left nipple in her mouth and suckling it gently. His hips pushed against her, his erection poking between her slit, but not entering her. He smelled like soap and water and sex, the mixture as potent as if she’d drunk a bottle of brandy.
She’d noticed the brandy snifter on the side table, but hadn’t sipped it yet. She thought she might need it for their next sexual adventure. Right now, she didn’t. She needed to savor the taste of Dallas’ skin. Kissing further down his chest, she enjoyed the texture of his skin until she reached his delicious abs. Goose bumps popped up on his flesh, letting her know he was enjoying her attention. Licking and exploring his eight-pack with relish, she loved knowing how close she was to his fabulous cock. He was erect, pre-cum dripped from the head, coating him. His foreskin had slid down, hugging his glans. His ball sac looked heavy. She wondered what he’d look like shaven, although his dusting of hair was incredibly attractive to her.
Reaching to stroke his cock with her hand, she went to her knees. Smoothing her thumb along his foreskin and blowing on his glans, she slowly took him into her mouth. Concentrating only there, she licked the salty fluid, swallowing. His hands came to rest on either side of her head, his fingers spearing through her hair.
Dallas kept her still, giving the slightest pressure with his fingers against her jaw so she could open just enough to let his cock surge in and out of her wet mouth. When she wanted more, she only had to glance up at him to have her wish. He thrust his hips, letting her take his cock to the back of her throat.
She intended to suck him off, but he dragged her off him, hoisting her to her feet.
“No coming yet, for either of us,” he said.
“Dallas, please, let me finish you,” she begged, tempted to take matters into her own hands until he came. She wanted to spread his cum all over her skin, to wallow in the knowledge that he loved her enough to give her his unsheathed cock.
“I’ve a present for you,” he insisted. “Climb into bed.”
He turned down the covers and helped her onto the mattress. For a minute or two, he rummaged in the side table drawer, taking out another wrapped package and a packet of lubricant. He surprised her by getting a condom too. There weren’t many left in the box, but why where they going back to using them?
“Dallas?”
“Don’t worry, Gracie,” he said. “Your ass is going to be so hot and tight. The intensity is going to be incredible enough with the condom. If I take you bare, I’ll lose control before you adjust. Trust me. I want to make it good for you.”
Believing he knew what was right, she bowed her head in submission. “I know you will.”
Dallas knelt beside her, placing his hand beneath her chin to tilt her head back.
“This isn’t about serving me or submission, Grace. It’s about pleasure. If you get scared, you tell me. Don’t play martyr. You always have the right to say no to anything at anytime.”
“Thank you for that. I think I’ll be fine.”
He kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling with hers. He tasted amazing, smelled divine. She could happily kiss him for a lifetime and it wouldn’t be enough. She’d always feel the love behind his masterful, seductive kisses.
“Lay down, on your back,” he said when he eased away.
Dallas helped her get comfortable by placing pillows beneath her head. Once he knew she was ready, he showed her the wrapped package. He opened it for her, revealing two dildos. One matched Dallas’ erect cock in size and girth. Amazingly, it was uncircumcised. He let her touch and stroke it. It almost felt like him, the veins along the jelly-filled shaft were the same. The silken material that surrounded his plum-shaped glans felt as delicate as his foreski
n.
“How did you get one to match your cock?”
“I had it made from mine,” he explained, a faint blush seeping into his cheeks. She had no idea how he’d accomplished that, but her imagination went wild with possibilities.
The other dildo had the look and size of an average man’s erection. The one he’d taken from her apartment was about the same size, only the newer one looked more realistic.
“I don’t understand,” she admitted.
“Wait and see,” he suggested. “I’m going to use the smaller one to prepare you first.”
Grace smiled, nodding in acceptance of his gifts.
He moved closer, settling between her thighs. “Trust me now, baby.”
“I do.”
He stared at her. The heat in his brown eyes was as tangible as a touch, scorching her soul. No longer shaking, he placed the dildos on the bed near her right side and climbed on top of her. She saw and felt his erection sliding along her belly, wishing he’d take her. Dallas shifted, lowering himself over her as though he was about to make love to her. Then he was there, his cock head slipping between her labia, finding her slit and easing inside. Slowly, he thrust forward, filling her completely.
“Oh god, Dallas,” she murmured, constantly amazed that she could take a man of his size into her pussy. She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to take him in her ass.
“Gracie,” he whispered back, staying very still. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.”
He didn’t push or demand anything other than the feel of his cock surging in and out of her, each slow and steady stroke making her aware of his length and girth. Extremely aware of the intimacy they shared right then, she felt loved, cherished. He adjusted his pelvic thrusts, the sensation of his foreskin slid along her walls, thrilling her. She gasped in pleasant surprise, clawing his shoulders for more. But he stilled, with his cock head notched against her cervix. For some women, that might be painful, but Grace welcomed it.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out when he withdrew and she tried to clamp down on him but he’d slipped out.
“I’m not,” he reassured. “We’ll do this real slow, relax for me.”
Easing back against the comfortable pillows, she waited. Dallas shifted to help her bend her knees. “Can you hold your knees to your chest?”
Grace nodded, gripping the backs of her knees the way he’d asked. She felt exposed and vulnerable, knew he was looking at her pussy and asshole. He leaned in, running his tongue through her slit in rapid strokes, ravaging her clit. Desire spread outward from her sensitive knot, propelling her to rock back and forth, to chase his tongue. Heat spiraled, sending her higher, pulling an intangible cord within the well of her pussy until it almost hurt, but all she wanted was to come.
He reared back just as she was about to break. She whimpered, but he leaned over and kissed her softly, whispering something in his sexy graveled voice as he went back to his knees and picked up the smaller dildo and the lube. He tore the packet with his teeth. Watching everything he was doing as best as she could, she saw him lubricate the dildo, then squirt a generous amount in his hand.
As he’d done in the bathtub, he ran his slickened fingers along the crack of her ass. His touch was cold at first and she trembled. When he teased her puckered ass, he lifted his gaze to her face, waiting until the chill dissipated to gently insert his finger through the tight rosette. Heat shot through the incredibly responsive and sensitive muscles of her sphincter, spreading indescribable pleasure from her ass to her pussy. He leaned against her, using his body to hold her knees steady as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Her nipple rings felt tighter, but he hadn’t changed the fit. Her breasts were fuller, plumped from the jewelry. The silver chains slid teasingly over her skin. They were light, soft and a little cool, slightly scratchy, but they made her feel warm and wanted. His finger was warming her quickly, the lubricant readying her. Finally, he pressed into her to what felt like his second knuckle, the white-hot sting inducing an erotic burn that could have been painful if he wasn’t stroking her hot depths with infinite care and gentleness.
She liked it, welcomed it, seeking to find more bite, more pleasure. But as things started to get too intense and a little too frightening because he’d tried to add a second finger, she clamped down on him.
“Easy, baby, breathe and relax,” he soothed, waiting for her to adjust by going back to using only his index finger.
“More,” she begged when she was ready.
Dallas’ long finger pushed in, pulled out, pushed and pulled, surged and thrust. The pleasure became even better when his thumb stroked her clitoris. He thrust once or twice, she wasn’t sure. She lost count. She was so caught up in the moment that she groaned as he withdrew one finger and shocked her by fucking her with two. He stretched her, soothing her back passage with lubricant while the burn ricocheted through her in a river of need.
Inviting him to do whatever he wanted, she breathed out, relaxing her whole body so that when he withdrew his fingers, she felt strangely empty. “No, don’t stop,” she practically cried.
“I’m not.”
Dallas stayed where he was, keeping her in place while he blindly reached over on the bed. She turned her head, seeing that he’d grabbed the already-lubed dildo. He had to rock back and toss his hair over his shoulders because some had stuck to his mouth. It was so unexpectedly endearing and sexy, she laughed.
“The trouble with long hair,” he murmured, grinning.
Smiling back at him, she watched him turn serious again. Heat still blazed in his eyes, warming her all over. Her heart pounded with love. “I love you, Dallas.”
“Love you too, Gracie,” he replied. “You ready for more?”
“Always with you,” she assured.
Dallas showed her the smaller, lubricated dildo and then used one hand to guide her to spread her legs outward, further opening herself to him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked, looking from her pussy to her face and back to her pussy.
“Yes,” she answered, finally believing that she was a beautiful woman.
Even though she was waiting for him to fill her ass, she felt powerful, desired. His right arm shifted. The head of the dildo in his hand touched her asshole. It was chilled and wet from the lube. Shocked at first, she arched upward. He pushed a little harder. The tip entered her ass, spreading her.
Grace gasped, accepting the smaller dildo all the way into her body. Her empty pussy throbbed with wanting, missing his cock. The grip of desire tightened deep in her belly, the need to come far more thrilling than the knife’s edge of pleasure-pain that quickly turned to wickedly erotic.
Mindless with need, she arched, rocking her hips and fucking his toy. To her dismay, he stopped, leaving the dildo seated to the hilt. “Oh god, Dallas, I can’t take it.”
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” He eased back to watch her.
“If you stop, I may hurt you.”
He nodded and grasped her knees. “Lower your legs.”
He helped her, laying her out on the bed. The dildo shifted and pushed remarkably deeper, the sharp bite growing more intense, yet more incredible.
Climbing on top of her missionary style, he lowered until his chest rested against her breasts. The thin necklace strands bit into her skin a little. He tossed his head, shifting his weight so the silver and gemstones scraped him harder and scratched her, but not enough to hurt. Her nipples throbbed with need, sending lightning bolts of desire to her pussy and clit.
“Let me come,” she begged.
“In a minute,” he promised, adjusting his position so that the head of his cock slid into her pussy again.
He thrust his hips, pushing further into her. The dildo shifted as he surged slowly, the scorching reality of being truly taken sending her careening over the edge into orgasm. Crying out as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, she shoved herself up at him, fucking his cock and the dildo. His coc
k felt ten times bigger, his penetration deeper. The dildo shifted with him and she wondered if he could feel it through the thin membrane that separated her ass and vagina.
Dallas gritted his teeth. “Gracie! Fuck, the dildo makes you even tighter,” he murmured almost incoherently.
Grace was still floating, feeling all soft and satisfied from her climax, yet she knew there was more to come. He surprised her by withdrawing and his heavy, wet cock slipped over her bare thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum and cream. He turned them so that they were on their sides, spooning up against her back. Dallas groped for something on the bed. She heard and felt his movements.
Then he slowly began to ease the dildo out. Feeling strangely empty and incomplete, she whimpered.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
The smell of sex permeated the air. It was sweaty, dark and musky, but incredibly erotic. “No. I need more, please.”
“If this gets painful, stop me.” He was still doing something behind her back. Grace felt the squirt of cool lube on the rim of her ass. He fingered it into her, the skill and coolness of his touch thrilling her to her marrow. He drew back some. The bed shifted and dipped.
“Oh Dallas, take me,” she murmured, sensing that he was putting on the condom and lubricating it. Waiting for him to wrap her close, she sighed as his chest aligned against her back. His hips cushioned her butt as the head of his sheathed cock touched her asshole.
“Easy now, baby,” he coaxed, kissing her temple as he thrust forward, beginning to fill her. His cock felt immense, the intensity of being taken this way bordering on painful at first. “Feel me enter you nice and slow. Don’t fight. Breathe and relax.” As he spoke, she felt her body tense against the invasion. He drew back, surged, back again, surging into her a little deeper with each thrust. Finally he was inside, fully seated.
He stopped then, letting her accommodate to his size. His patience touched her heart, letting her enjoy their first time this way. He murmured into her ear, letting her know that she felt amazing and tight. His arms came around her, one under her ribs, and the other across her breasts, holding her close.
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