by Raine, Alice
My gurgled words were apparently exactly what Nathan had wanted to hear because he swore and massaged my arse again with a groan. ‘Jesus, Stella, you are so fucking perfect.’
Strikes three to six remained at the same level of power, but Nathan did swap sides halfway through. When he was finished, he laid himself over the top of me, blanketing me with his warmth and littering my skin with kisses.
I felt completely boneless; that had been incredible. Shifting himself to the side, he ran his right hand down my spine, over my heated buttocks, through my arse crack and down to my soaked folds.
‘Fuck. So wet.’ He immediately began to circle at my clitoris with his fingers, and after the last few minutes the sensitivity was almost too much for me to cope with and I whimpered softly. Nathan obviously knew exactly how turned on I was, because he skipped any soft introductions and moved his hand with almost ruthless speed against my needy bud.
Gasping loudly, I curled my hands around the edge of the counter, feeling my orgasm already teetering on the edge as his fingers skilfully circled me then suddenly pinched.
Hard.
Really hard.
How he managed to get a grip when I was so wet I have no idea, but he did, then immediately followed it up with a twist to my flesh that sent me spiralling into an orgasm so powerful that I yelled out and flailed on the counter as my muscles went into delicious orgasmic spasms. My mind felt floaty, my body was like a liquid being rolling across waves of bliss, and through it all there was Nathan, grounding me to the pleasure that consumed me.
After that performance, it was very clear that Nathan was indeed back in control. But God, how I loved it.
He continued to gently tease me with his fingers, working me down from my orgasm and seemingly content to just pleasure me today. There was no way I was having that, though. I wanted him to get his release, too, and as I lay there sated and relaxed I suddenly thought of a different way that he could really claim me.
My heart sped up again at the idea, because it slightly scared me, but I knew Nathan would probably love it, and it would tick off yet another thing we’d never done together.
Swallowing my slight fear, I reached down and took hold of his wrist, gently guiding it from my slick folds until it rested higher, over the crack of my arse. Nathan and I had done some play with butt plugs and his fingers, but we’d still never had anal sex. At the start of our relationship I’d said I wasn’t keen, and like the true gent he was, he’d never once returned to the subject.
The thing was, now we were so strong together, and the sex between us was so incredible, I’d started to get curious. The things he did with the plugs had felt amazing, and even if I decided I didn’t want to do it regularly, I was keen to try it at least once.
Nathan used his finger to gently caress me there and I relaxed against his careful touch. Keeping hold of his wrist, I pressed his hand more firmly against my arse to make my point clear as I whispered my next words. ‘I want you inside me. Here.’
Nathan’s touch stilled, and the next second he pulled his hand from my grip and moved it away completely.
The hands that landed on my shoulders a second later felt urgent in their pressure, but as he helped me sit up he treated me as if I was made of glass. ‘That’s one of your hard limits, Stella,’ he growled, his eyes searching my face as if trying to see right inside my brain.
Of course. Nathan and his rules and contracts.
‘I know. It was, at the start, but … those contracts don’t represent us now, Nathan. We’ve changed so much.’ I swallowed, wondering how I could possibly explain how deeply I trusted him, and how much I wanted to try this. ‘I’m curious. I know you’d make it good for me, and I … I want to try it.’ He said nothing, and I wondered if I had misread his interest in this area of sex, and frowned. ‘Unless you don’t want to, of course.’
In reply to my worry, Nathan made a dismissive noise which was almost like a dry laugh, then smothered any further words by crushing his lips down onto mine. ‘I want to. Believe me. Let’s go upstairs.’
Chapter Twenty Six – Stella
As Nathan lifted me from the counter top, I took a moment to look between us with amusement. I was completely naked, wobbly-legged, and flushed from my recent climax, but Nathan was still suited, booted and immaculate.
Apart from the large bulge straining at the front of his trousers that was, which looked so desperate it must surely be painful.
‘Come,’ he murmured, taking my hand. He had a determined look on his face as he led me from the kitchen and up the stairs to our bedroom. From his purposeful strides, I got the distinct feeling that he was almost tempted to run, bless him, but his all-important self-control must have won out, because we walked, albeit rather quickly.
When we entered our room, Nathan spun me into his arms and kissed me again until I was dizzy, then left me standing in the centre of the room as he disappeared into the en-suite. I looked around the room, marvelling again at just how beautiful it was, and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the huge mirror.
My hair was wild, my cheeks pink, and my eyes dilated – all in all, I had the look of a thoroughly sated woman. Turning slightly to the side, I looked at my arse and gasped. Oh my God … I was now the proud owner of some seriously red lines across my buttocks. Six lines were equally spaced down the soft flesh of my arse, mirrored perfectly with three on each cheek.
Now I understood why he had swapped sides halfway through; he’d wanted to spread the pattern so it was equal.
I was exploring them with my fingers to see how painful they were when Nathan joined me again. He chucked a couple of tubes and a box onto the bed and immediately moved to my side.
‘Are they too sore?’ he asked in concern, placing a hand on my arm and hunkering his shoulders down to meet my gaze with his worry-filled blue eyes.
‘No, they aren’t too bad.’ I brushed off his concern with a smile and saw his shoulders relax. ‘I quite like the feeling, actually,’ I admitted. Which sounded stupid as I said it, but was totally true. I liked the fact that he had given me these marks. ‘They’re very equally spread,’ I observed, looking in the mirror again as Nathan dropped to his haunches and gave my arse a heated stare.
As if unable to simply look and not touch, he raised a hand and ran his fingers gently over my bottom. His palm felt cool on my heated skin and I wriggled it closer, causing him to laugh and trace the closest line with a gentle finger. ‘Of course. You know I like things neat and tidy.’
Ha! Isn’t that the truth! I just hadn’t realised that his OCD tendencies would spread quite this far.
‘They look so sexy,’ he murmured. ‘No, actually, you look so fucking sexy,’ he amended, before giving my arse another gentle massage that had my eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. Then he stood up to kiss me. Taking his time, he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, nibbled at the corner of my mouth, and pressed his tongue inside, meeting mine with warm, rolling movements and gentle explorations.
As his lips moved softly against mine, I got the feeling that we were moving away from our scene for this next bit. No more Sir and sub; we were just Nathan and Stella exploring each other on another, new level, and so I took the opportunity to reach up and start undoing his waistcoat. He didn’t stop me, or give me a different instruction, so I relaxed into it and continued with his tie, then moved to his shirt buttons as he joined in and quickly shucked his trousers, socks, and boxers.
With a smirk, I noticed that the clothes didn’t get folded this time, but Nathan didn’t seem to be bothered about “messing up the new house” as he dropped them unceremoniously by our feet. Not that I passed comment; I was way too engrossed in the moment to speak.
My legs were still a little jellified from the kitchen action, so I was immensely grateful when Nathan steered us towards the bed and guided me down onto my back. His lips barely left mine as he continued to kiss me, and we skated our hands over each other’s skin as we continuously caressed a
nd aroused one another further.
Finally, Nathan sat up and helped me over onto my hands and knees. He must have felt the way my body tensed slightly with nerves, because he spent a good while longer relaxing me by kissing my back, running his hands across my skin, and gently playing with my nipples and clit until I was pressing back against him, desperate for more.
The first warning I got that he might be losing the battle with his self-control was when I felt the tip of his cock brush against my inner thigh then bump against my moist folds. He held me close, his hands wrapped around me, as he curled over the top of me to speak just below my ear. ‘Are you definitely sure about this, sweetheart?’
There was no hesitation in my reply. ‘Yes. I’ve never done it before, but with you I want to. I want you to be my first.’
I’d thought my words would please him, which I think they did, judging by how his grip increased on my hips, but apparently, I’d riled him, too. ‘And your last,’ he added, his voice gruff and holding a touch of warning to it, even though I hadn’t meant to tease him with my remark at all.
I wanted to roll my eyes at his needless worry, but I didn’t. ‘Of course my last, Nathan. You’re it for me, you know that.’
‘Hmm. Good. I like the sound of that. A lot.’ I was rewarded with a kiss to the back of my shoulder blades, then Nathan reached beside us and grabbed the things he’d thrown down earlier. As I glanced across I saw they were a tube of lube, a box of condoms, a wrapped baby wipe, and a tub of arnica gel.
He was prepared, wasn’t he?
‘Condoms?’ I enquired, unable to keep the surprise from my voice, because Nathan had always been keen to go bare when we were together.
‘Yes. For what I have planned this is better. But if you enjoy what we do today and want to try this again, then I will definitely be going bareback and coming when I’m buried deep inside your arse.’
His deep, possessive tone went straight through me and caused my clit to pulse several times with excitement as my whole body shivered with desire.
‘But as this is your first time,’ he went on, ‘I want you to get maximum enjoyment out of it, so a condom is better, more hygienic. Trust me.’
I did. I trusted him with my life, so I nodded and didn’t mention it any further. ‘OK.’
He quickly donned a condom, then I felt a cool sensation in between my buttocks as he squirted some lube there. His left hand was still on my back, massaging and trailing across the skin, keeping me relaxed, but with his other hand he used a finger to gently circle my rear entrance a few times before beginning to press in.
I shuddered with desire, the feeling so arousing that I closed my eyes and pressed back against him in a silent demand for more. He groaned approvingly as I angled my hips backwards to allow his finger to slip past the tight ring of muscles then move inside me until it was in to the knuckle.
There was another strained noise from Nathan, then I felt the tip of his cock at my front entrance, eagerly pushing inside in a long, gentle thrust so that both my holes were full.
My skin peppered with goose pimples, but flooded with heat at the same time. The feeling of the condom was strange, but apart from that it was all good. We’d gone as far as this before with his fingers or butt plugs, and I hung my head forwards as Nathan began to move his finger and slowly thrust his hips.
‘Mmmm.’ It felt good. Really good. And it got even better a second later when he used his free hand to move around and circle my clitoris.
I noticed when he upped the finger in my rear to two because he scissored his fingers a little and the stretch was noticeable, but not painful. I was so carried away in the moment and my heightening emotions, I barely even reacted. Instead, I arched my back and moaned, feeling wanton and sexual and utterly free.
I didn’t care if some people would consider this dirty or taboo. I was with the man I loved, and I fucking loved the things he did to me.
Just as I thought I might come from the overwhelming sensations building within me, Nathan eased himself out of both my entrances. He briefly wiped his hand on the baby wipe, then I heard the squirt of more lube being applied. With one hand still circling my clit, he pressed the slippery tip of his sheathed cock against my tight ring of muscles. Regardless of how aroused I was, I instinctively tensed.
‘Just try to relax, baby,’ Nathan whispered, his voice soft and full of love. This might hurt a little, but I knew he would make it good for me.
From what I had read, the first part was the trickiest, because of the muscles there, so I took in a deep breath. As I released it, I began to press myself backwards onto his shaft.
My entrance stretched and I jumped a bit as my muscles suddenly relaxed. With only a slight sting, his tip pressed inside me, causing a surge of delicious sensation to spiral through my body. I felt heady from the pleasure, and nearly laughed from the relief as I realised that it had hardly hurt at all. Obviously, all the play with his fingers and butt plugs over our time together had prepared me.
‘Fuck, Stella. You are so fucking sexy.’ I couldn’t help but grin at how gritty Nathan’s voice was. I’d place money on the fact that he was watching his cock press into my arse right this second, but I didn’t feel embarrassed, I felt empowered. He was massively turned on and struggling for control, and it was all because of me.
Nathan didn’t rush me; instead, he used small, shallow thrusts of his hips to gradually work his length inside me bit by bit. The feeling was different, but with his fingers still massaging my clit I was focusing more on the pleasure than any discomfort. Feeling more confident because of the slipperiness of the lube, I began to gently rock in time to his movements, pressing back against his thrusts and moaning at how good it felt.
‘Are you OK, baby?’ he whispered, his hip movements still gentle, as he continuously massaged my hip, coaxing me to relax.
‘I am. It feels … tight, but … but it’s good … really good …’ I panted, making Nathan hum appreciatively and stroke my back again.
‘I’ll add more lube to help,’ he offered, and after another squirt of cool gel he gripped my hip with one hand and ground himself forwards again, this time with just a little more pressure. ‘God. I’m all the way in. You feel amazing, Stella.’
As he spoke, I realised I could now feel his belly on my bum cheeks and let out a breath in astonishment. Holy shit. He was completely inside me. And I knew from first-hand experience just how well-endowed Nathan was, so this was really some feat.
‘Now you’re mine in every way …’ he murmured, his tone almost awestruck, which surprised me. I’d expected him to be possessive or domineering, but he really sounded quite affected by the moment.
Which made two of us, because this surely was as intimate as a man and woman could get together.
Slowly but surely, Nathan began to build his pace up, and I was surprised to find that even though the sensations were entirely different to when he hit my G-spot during sex, I was still quickly moving towards a climax. My breathing was erratic, skin hot, and head almost dizzy from the desire coursing around my system.
Nathan thrust into me with vigour, our bodies slapping together as our control began to fade, but suddenly, he dragged his cock from within me, tore the condom off, and thrust inside my pussy with so much force that I fell forwards onto my elbows. He didn’t stop, though; he merely adjusted to the new position, following me and curling himself around me as he continued to thrust with abandon and grip at my breasts with a low growl.
The change of position was unexpected, but as he thrust in to the hilt and hit my G-spot with utter perfection I couldn’t say I was complaining. Nathan dropped his right hand to my clit again and sped up his circling, the fingers now beginning to rub in just the spot that always made me explode, and as he continued with a hard, stabbing rhythm of his hips I felt my orgasm rear up on me.
There were no pre-orgasmic quivers this time. My climax hit me like a truck and was so powerful that it literally took my breath away. I did
n’t even have enough oxygen in my lungs to scream his name, because I was struggling with the crippling pleasure searing my entire body from the inside out. My lungs felt paralysed, I gripped at the duvet in desperation, and my muscles all seemed to give in and collapse at the same moment, which happened to be the exact second that Nathan came with a fierce roar as I felt his release scorching inside me.
He followed my trembling body down to the mattress, thrusting out his climax with a few more jerking jabs of his hips before swearing under his breath. Then he collapsed to the side of me and dragged me into his arms so I was cradled against him, my back to his front.
Holy fuck.
My heart was pounding, my arse cheeks still smarted from his crop earlier, my back passage felt twitchy and used, and my pussy was convulsing with the aftershocks of my out-of-body orgasm.
Nathan was panting heavily against my shoulder, and I was still struggling to draw in a full breath. That had been sex like I’d never known before. One thing stuck slightly in my mind, though, and I decided to voice it now while I was facing away from him and didn’t have the intensity of eye contact to add to my embarrassment.
‘Why didn’t you want to come inside me?’
‘I did come inside you,’ he stated with satisfaction. When he’d rolled to the side and pulled me down with him, most of his cock had slipped from inside me, but the tip and first inch or so was still in my channel, and I felt him give a lazy thrust now, some of his come leaking out and wetting my thighs as if to prove his point.
‘You know that’s not what I meant. You didn’t come in my …’ Even though I’d just done it, I still couldn’t bring myself to say the word.
‘Arse? Is that the word you’re searching for, beautiful?’ he teased, with obvious amusement in his voice.
‘Yeah.’ This was mortifying enough without him teasing me, too. ‘Why was that?’
The bed shifted as Nathan pulled out of me and moved himself so he was leaning up on one elbow, rolling me so I was on my back gazing up at him and couldn’t avoid his eyes. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were blazing. He looked so happy that I almost told him not to bother answering my question.