Page 31 of The Facilitator, Part 3

I kneeled up and rubbed more oil over her ass. I placed two fingers inside her, stretching and preparing. She moaned and pushed back against me. She mumbled and I thought I’d heard her say, “more.” I removed my fingers.

I lined my cock up with her hole and very gently pushed in.

She took in a deep breath and I waited. When she slowly exhaled, I pushed in a little more.

We did this a couple of times until I thought she’d relaxed enough.

She nodded and I very gently rocked against her.

She had been gripping the edges of the bed and I watched her hands relax.

I saw the tension release from her shoulders and her breathing accelerate. She moaned some more.

“Oh, boy,” I heard her say and I smiled.

It had become a standing joke when I’d told her I’d fuck her ass one day and she’d reply with ‘never.’ Never had come and just the thought that she was willing to do this with me was overwhelming.

I didn’t care if I fucked her ass or pussy, I wanted to be inside her.

But anal was, for me, more intimate, and a show of absolute trust. She truly gave herself to me and for the second time, tears pricked at my eyes.

I held her hips and closed my eyes, not just to hold back the tears, but to savor the moment.

The feeling of tightness as her muscles clamped around my cock was divine.

I reached around to swipe my fingers over her pussy, and as she’d said, she was dripping.

She cried out and I rocked a little harder. She moaned some more, demanding as she pushed back against me and I held myself in check, although I could have let go, such was the desire coursing through my veins. I didn’t want to hurt her, though .

It was both torturous and agonizing. It was the most pleasurable experience I’d had with her.

Lauren started to pant, she dipped her back, arching her shoulders back, and raised her head.

She cried out and I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers, she was going to come.

I finger fucked her hard, I slid in and out of her ass faster.

Sweat ran down my cheeks, dripping onto her slick skin and stinging my eyes as it caught on my lashes.

I was desperately holding back myself. She screamed out my name and I felt her come around my fingers.

I pulled my cock from her ass and spurted my cum over her back.

I wanted to see that milky fluid run over her skin.

She slumped to the bed and I did the same, landing on top of her. She struggled to catch her breath but I didn’t have the energy to move, eventually, I rolled to the side.

“Sweet Jesus, Mackenzie. Why didn’t you insist I do this earlier?” she said, smiling at me. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks reddened from her orgasm, and her lips dry.

I laughed, and grabbed the back of her head.

I pulled her face closer to mine so I could kiss her, wetting those lips for her.

She slid across my body and cupped my face with her hands.

Her kiss was demanding. When she pulled her lips from mine, she trailed them over my jaw and down the side of my neck. She nipped at my earlobe.

“I want you inside me,” she said slowly, and pronouncing each word. It was enough to have me hard and she’d felt that.

“And you shall, in just a minute,” I replied. I slid from the bed and washed my cock in the small cloakroom. I could hear Lauren shifting on the massage bed and I smiled.

When I returned, she slid to one side and patted the bed. I climbed on, lying on my back.

She raised herself, placing her hands on my stomach as she straddled my body. “My skin feels on fire. I ache, inside and out, and I want more.” She had whispered the words but in a demanding tone.

She reached for my cock and positioned it under her.

She slid down my shaft until she was full and even then, she parted her legs so she could get just a little more of me.

She threw her head back and she fucked me hard and fast. She dug her nails into my skin, she clawed at my chest, calling out my name, as her desire took over.

I was merely a tool for her to use and I fucking loved every single second of it.

When Lauren came again it was as violent as times in the past. Her breath caught and I could see her pulse thumping in her neck. The veins stood proud as she held herself rigid and then her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

I chuckled as I caught her and held her to my chest. We lay in that position for a few minutes. The first time Lauren’s orgasm had caused her to faint, I’d panicked, but after researching, I discovered it wasn’t that uncommon. I stroked her back until I knew she was back with me.

“I think I died and went to sex heaven,” she said, her voice hoarse.

“I fucking hope not,” I replied. “We need to shower,” I added, although reluctantly. The scent of her orgasm, of my cum, the oils, and sweat in the room was intoxicating and I wished I could bottle it.

Lauren was asleep before I’d even pulled through the gates of the club and out onto the lane taking us to the motorway. She slept all the way home, and even while I carried her to bed.

“I love you so much, Lauren,” I whispered, as I tucked the duvet around her. She mumbled something and a small smile appeared as she snuggled down.

I kissed her cheek and headed down to the kitchen. I needed a coffee.