Page 79 of Possessed By Shadows
“This is why you scrubbed me clean in the shower,” I said as though put out. “You planned on eating me?”
“Oh yes,” he promised. The pressure on my taint increased, no longer tickling, but adding a bit of weight. My hips rocked on their own, wanting more. “Are you protesting?”
“Never.”
He laughed and nestled his face between my cheeks, breath hot on my rim. The first lick nearly sent me into orbit. Who knew the asshole was such a sensitive bit of anatomy?
I grunted.
“Hmm?” he hummed the question into my ass, pausing to tease around the rim and not actually touching the puckered edge for a few seconds.
“Don’t stop, or fuck me, or something,” I demanded.
“Needy much?” Micah teased. His tongue found the rim of me again. It was the first time I wished we had that weird ceiling mirror set up that used to be big in porn. I wanted to see him. Not that I would see more than his head buried between my cheeks. The feeling of his tongue tickling me, dancing around the rim, lapping at me like ice cream…
I groaned. The pressure on my taint divine in combo with the tease of my ass. My cock was hard, dripping, but he didn’t touch it, instead keeping a firm arm around my hips to hold me up while he teased me. I closed my eyes and sank into the feeling.
He could tease me to orgasm this way and had many times. But I wanted him inside, stretching me, joined to me, reminding me I wasn’t alone anymore, no matter how scary things got. “Micah,” I begged.
“Hmm?”
“Please?” Would he understand? I wanted to say a thousand things, but my body zinged with pleasure, building until I teetered on the edge, unable to form coherent sentences.
He pressed a fingertip to my entrance, a tease that made my body clench, both trying to keep him out, and pull him in. “This?”
“Anything,” I sighed. My hips trembled a little from the effort to keep upright. Micah kept a firm arm around my hips, though the pillows helped relieve the pressure. I heard him open the tube of lube, then the cold edge of the plastic bottle set down beside my hip.
He pressed in, finger breaching me slowly, an inch only, a teasing dip, sliding in and out until I was squirming. Then he sank the entire digit inside. I gasped as my body rippled around him, dragging him deeper, and yet almost offended by the intrusion. No pain, not from a single finger well slicked, simply a reminder to my body to open up. He pressed deep, his knuckles swirling against my rim as his finger moved inside. Then he slid out.
I swallowed a protest as he returned with two fingers. The stretch was there, more about the tease, my body sayinghey wait, but with an internal caress and a reminder of things to come. He was purposefully avoiding my prostate.
“Bastard,” I protested.
“What are you complaining about?” His fingertips found that soft goodness inside, and I half screamed, pressing back into his touch. “That?”
“Fuck!” How had I ever lived before him? Without him? Was anything I ever did before him even sex? Nothing had felt this good, that was for certain.
He dipped a third finger in, twisting and teasing, not reaching that center again. I growled. He rewarded me with a husky chuckle. He leaned over and grabbed another pillow, this one a bit thicker, and with a removable cover we washed often, and shoved it beneath my hips. It took the last of the pressure off my bum hip, and I relaxed into the fabric of it.
“You better fuck me soon,” I demanded.
“Bossy bottom,” he teased, his fingers easing free and smacking me lightly on one cheek. He picked up the lube again to add more to his hands. “I wanted to try a new toy.”
“On me?” I hadn’t really needed them, though we’d tried a few.
“Me first. And then maybe you.”
I blinked at him as he peeled off his undies. His cock jutted out once free of the cloth, hard, and insanely large. Something black stretched around him beneath the balls and around the top edge of his base? I tried to see. A cock ring?
He crawled across the bed, one hand still on my ass, stroking my rim, the other on his own cock, gripping it and rolling it between his fingers, slicking himself. Only then did I see that it didn’t stop with the ring. There was a piece attached that went underneath him, pressing against his taint and…was that?
“Is…” I started to ask, and he turned, showing the dark edge of something nestled inside his hole. My body jerked at the sight, like it wanted to come just from seeing him spread and filled with something. “What?” I sucked in air wanting to see it, feel it, and watch him come undone even while my body screamed for him. I reached for his cock, fingers tracing over the tip and Micah making a half-pained sound. “Am I hurting you?”
“Super sensitive this way.”
I hoped the ring didn’t prevent him from coming, though it didn’t look that tight. “Is it…” I had a thousand questions.
He leaned over and kissed me. “Going to fuck you now, and once I’m inside of you, the movement will shift the ring and you’ll be fucking me too.”