Page 106 of Making It Up

“That’s the idea,” he says, his voice now tight.

I pry my eyes open and look down at him.

He looks almost in pain.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m in fucking heaven. And I need you to come. I’m not gonna hold on much longer.”

I think about reaching between my legs, circling my clit and finishing this in the next thirty seconds. I’m right on the edge.

But then I have another idea.

A possibly better idea.

I can say and do anything with David. And there’s something I really want.

“Can we stand up?” I ask.

He stops. “Stand up?”

“I want you to bend me over the seat and fuck me from behind.”

That felt good saying it out loud. It’s amazingly liberating to be able to say dirty fantasies out loud to someone.

A moment later, I find out it’s even more thrilling when that person gives a deep growl, says ‘fuck yes’ and lifts you up easily, and has you standing in the grass, bent over seemingly a second later.

“Hold onto that seat. And tell me if I get too rough.”

“Okay.”

He takes hold of my braid, tipping my head back. “Mia, I will stop at any point. You’re in control here. Tell me you understand.”

“I am totally okay. Please, David.” I reach back and grab his hip, pulling him closer.

I don’t have to ask again. He keeps hold of my hair, grips my hip with his other hand, and thrusts deep and hard.

I grip the seat and hold on, arching my back slightly, pressing back, but then giving myself over to David’s rhythm and the amazing sensations.

“Jesus. You’re perfect. Amazing. Fuck yes.”

It’s just those words over and over for the next few minutes.

I say similar things between gasps and moans.

And then my orgasm crashes over me and I am clenching around his cock and calling out his name.

“Fuck yes. Mia!” He slams into me one more time and then stiffens as he comes, gripping my hip and my hair.

He holds me like that for a few seconds before slumping over my back, his mouth going to my neck. He kisses up the side of my neck to my cheek, then turns my head and seals his mouth over mine.

When he pulls back, he says, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

“If you did, I loved it,” I tell him.

That gets a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, I have to remember the chapter with the flogger.”

I laugh. “I’m not quite ready for that.”