by Ivy Carter
And the realization makes me heady, hungry. Time to be brave and tell him what I want. “I’ve…never had anal sex before.” My cheeks burn but I keep looking at him, and I see the moment his eyes darken with a flood of desire for me. My heart is racing in excitement. “I want to try it with you, because I was too scared to try it with anyone else. But I know you’ll make me feel good.”
He’s back on top of me so fast it almost makes my head spin. The intensity with which he’s staring down at me is heady. “That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I look forward to making you come this way, Emme.” He squirts a pump of lube onto his hand then drops it between my thighs. One finger caresses down my slit to my ass. He swirls the finger down there, and I sigh and spread my thighs apart even more.
His mouth clamps back onto my breast, tugging at the nipple, teeth biting. The sensations, combined with him touching my puckered hole, send me reeling. One finger pushes in and I freeze, then force myself to relax.
“That’s good, baby,” he says in a soothing tone. “Don’t fight it. Let me make you feel good. Don’t tense up.” He goes back to his ministrations down there, and when his finger starts moving in and out of my ass, the tension builds fast. It’s so tight, so strange, yet he’s hitting nerves that are screaming from pleasure.
Another finger pushes in. The burn hurts a little, but it also makes me ache. I’m so wet I can feel my pussy juices dripping down onto his hand. He moves his mouth to my other breast, nipping and sucking and licking me until I’m writhing. His fingers slowly stretch me wider, preparing me to take his dick, and I gasp as he starts moving the digits inside my ass.
“Shit,” I say, my head dropping back, my body bowed. “That…yes…”
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Emme, and I want you to come for me.” The ground-out words set my nerve endings on fire.
I can do nothing more than nod. He removes his fingers long enough to grab a condom from his pocket, tear it open, and roll it on. Then he’s back on top of me.
His mouth brushes against mine. He licks at my lower lip. “Stay relaxed. I’m going to go slow so it doesn’t scare you. But don’t tense up. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I swipe the tip of my tongue along his lip, and when he opens his mouth I suck his tongue. He gives a strangled groan. I pull back. “I like a little bit of hurt.”
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he says, lust thick in his voice. Then he covers his sheathed cock with lube, and rubs more along the slit of my ass for good measure. When he presses at the entrance, my instinct is to freeze up.
One of his hands reaches down to massage my breast, his mouth on my collar bone, my shoulder, and I close my eyes and unwind my muscles one by one. The tip of his dick pushes in my puckered hole, and it hurts, but not as badly as I was afraid it would. I give in to the pain, let it come over me, fill me. My breathing is shallow, my clit so hard and throbbing it might explode.
“You’re so unbelievably tight down there,” he says against my skin. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” The awe and reverence in his voice make my heart squeeze.
I rub his back with trembling fingers and shift my pelvis to angle toward him. “Fuck me, Dane.”
My words unleash something in him. His body shudders, and he pushes deeper in me, stretching and pushing and burning my ass. Oh God, yes. My legs shake, and I crush them to his sides.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “I’m going to come too fast because this is so good.”
I reach my hand down and stroke my clit. I feel full, and when he moves in and out, a bundle of nerves I’ve never stimulated before react to the sensation. I feel my orgasm come rushing to the front.
A few more pumps, and I explode. “Yes, yes!” I cry out, one hand on my slicked clit, the other clinging to his neck.
“Oh, fuck, God, yes!” he roars, stiffens, then pushes back into my ass, inside me all the way up to his balls. He seems to come forever, and when he’s finally done, he shakes and drops down on me, panting.
I wrap my arms around him and float down to earth once more. I’m kind of dizzy because I came so hard. When he looks up at me, his hair mussed, his smile crooked, I feel my heart trip over itself.
Dane is careful with how he pulls out of me, and I feel a dull ache down there. He darts to the bathroom, wets a washcloth and wipes me with a gentle touch. “You okay?” he asks.
I nod and brush my fingers across his brow.
Then he lies down beside me and wraps me in his arms. My breathing is still a little ragged and my heart is racing, and I feel like I just ran a marathon.
After a few minutes, our bodies unwind, melt into each other. It feels like we were made for each other, two puzzle pieces that fit snug.
“I love you, Emme,” he tells me. He sounds tired, sated, which is exactly how I feel too. But not too tired for my heart to skip a beat at hearing him say how he feels. That will never get old. “Hard to believe all this came about because of me reading your diary,” he continues.
I give a small laugh. “Yeah, and I hope you learned your lesson about reading other people’s private stuff. Now you’re stuck with me.”
He tugs me closer until our bodies are one. His mouth brushes mine, and his eyes are filled with love. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End of Boss Me
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