Page 64 of Moist!
He works me open carefully, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching me with gentle persistence. By the time he’s satisfied, I’m rocking back against his hand, desperate for more.
“Please,” I gasp. “I’m ready.”
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, slick with lube. He enters me with agonizing slowness, just the tip at first, giving me time to adjust.
The stretch is intense—a burning pressure that walks the line between pleasure and pain. I breathe through it, willing my body to relax, to accept him .
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his hands steady on my hips. “So perfect.”
He starts slowly, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as my body accommodates him. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I drop to my elbows, changing the angle, and cry out as he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
Inch by inch, he sinks deeper, until I feel impossibly full, stretched around him in a way that makes my vision blur. When he’s fully seated, he pauses, letting me adjust.
“There,” I gasp. “Right there.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, focusing his thrusts to hit that spot repeatedly. His pace increases, his breath coming harder, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.
“Move,” I finally manage, pushing back against him.
I reach between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers, the dual stimulation pushing me rapidly toward another peak. He notices, his hand covering mine, taking over the motion.
“Come for me again,” he growls. “Let me feel you.”
His fingers work me expertly, in time with his thrusts, and the pressure builds and builds until I’m shattering, clenching around him, my cries muffled by the sheets.
He follows moments later, his rhythm faltering, a deep groan torn from his throat as he empties himself inside me. I feel the pulse of him, the heat of his release, and it triggers an aftershock of pleasure that has me trembling anew.
We collapse together, his weight carefully distributed to avoid crushing me. For long moments, the only sound is our labored breathing as we come down from the high.
When he finally slips out of me, I feel a trickle of warmth between my thighs. He rolls me onto my back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and concern.
“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing hair from my face.
I laugh, breathless. “I’m better than okay. I’m fantastic. ”
He smiles—a real, full smile that transforms his face and makes my heart skip. “Good.”
We lay together, my head on his chest, his arm around me, both of us caught in a comfortable silence. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, and I sigh in contentment.
“I have a confession,” I say after a while, tilting my head to look at him.
He raises an eyebrow, waiting.
“I may have been...preparing for this,” I admit, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “For a while now.”
His brow furrows slightly. “Preparing?”
I bite my lip. “I bought some...toys. Monster-sized ones. For...practice.”
His eyes widen, then darken. I feel him twitch against my thigh, already hardening again.
“You’ve been fucking yourself with monster-sized dildos,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Thinking of me.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyway, suddenly shy despite everything we’ve just done.
He growls, rolling me beneath him. “Show me.”
“What?”
“Next time,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Show me how you use them.”
The thought sends a fresh wave of heat through me. “You’d like that?”
“I’d love it,” he confirms, his hand sliding down my body, finding me still wet and sensitive. “But right now, I want to be inside you again.”
He flips me over, arranging me on my hands and knees again. This time, he enters me in one smooth thrust, my body still slick and open from before.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice full of awe. “Taking me so well. Your hot, wet, tight cunt feels like heaven.”
The dirty talk from his usually reserved mouth sends a shiver down my spine. He sets a faster pace this time, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to circle my clit.
“You’re so responsive,” he praises as I push back against him. “So perfect for me.”
I clutch at the sheets, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, by the fullness, by his words. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, his fingers working me relentlessly.
When I come this time, it’s with a broken cry, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. He groans, slowing his pace to help me ride it out.
Before I’ve fully recovered, he’s turning me again, this time onto my back. He settles between my thighs, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist.
“I want to see your face,” he explains, his eyes locked with mine as he pushes back inside. “I want to watch you come apart for me again.”
I reach for his horns, using them as leverage as he begins to move. The angle is different like this, deeper somehow, and I can feel every inch of him dragging against my sensitive walls.
His pace is punishing now, his control slipping as he chases his own release. I hold onto his horns, my legs tightening around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Come with me,” he demands, his voice strained. “One more time.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling with precise pressure, and it’s too much. I arch beneath him, crying out his name as a final orgasm crashes through me, more intense than the others, leaving me trembling and breathless.
He follows moments later, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me again. I feel the warmth of his release, so much of it that it spills out around him, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“Don’t move,” he instructs me, and I don’t. He returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me up. Then wraps me up in a cozy, flannel blanket .
He collapses beside me, careful not to crush me, and pulls me against his chest. For a long time, we just breathe together, neither of us capable of speech.
Finally, he presses a kiss to my temple. “Stay,” he murmurs. “Stay the night.”
I smile against his skin. “Wild bulls couldn’t drag me away.”
He snorts, his arm tightening around me. “Terrible joke.”
“You love it,” I tease, already feeling sleep pulling at me.
He doesn’t deny it, just pulls me closer. I settle against his chest, his heart beating low and steady against my ear, and wrapped in his warmth, follow the slow glide into a blissful sleep.