‘You want me to. You want my cock right here.’ He jabbed with the enclosed finger.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ I said in short gasps.
‘Good. Right. Settle down there, then.’
He took out his finger and let more cold lube drip between my cheeks from a height. I heard him taking off his belt and his trousers and his boots.
I wriggled and clamped my thighs, trying to find the perfect spot of friction on the vibrator.
‘Keep still,’ he ordered.
But it was hard, very hard to keep still. I was desperate to introduce the vibrator to my G-spot, so I could melt into a big gooey mess on the duvet. I knew that would disappoint Dan, who was now in a frenzy of lustful anticipation, so I tried to focus my mind on the spot of bedroom wall that needed replastering and forget that I was stuffed full of vibrator, awaiting sodomisation.
His hands felt big and authoritative on my bum cheeks, pulling them wide. I knew he was kneeling behind me. I knew what was coming.
‘OK, OK,’ he said, to himself, it seemed. Perhaps he was trying to hold himself steady. ‘Slowly.’
Something long and warm and thick placed itself in the crease of my bottom, rubbing up and down, spreading the lubricant all around. How would it compare to the plug? I wondered if it would be thicker. It was certainly longer.
The rounded tip of it butted my opening and I knew straight away that this part of it would not go in as easily as the tapered end of the plug.
I had to work at not clenching or trying to derail him. He took hold of a hip and pulled it towards him, easing forward.
‘I think I’m going to have to give it one good thrust, love,’ he said. ‘Or I’m going to dither here for too long. Hold tight.’
The lube eased his passage and he slipped in speedily, if a little eye-wateringly. God, he felt big. Really big, much bigger than the plug.
I couldn’t help myself; I closed my muscles against him, trying to repel the invasion.
But he only groaned and forged forward.
‘God, you’re so tight, oh, God. Fuck.’
The weight of delight in his voice allayed my little outburst of panic. He was slap-bang in the middle of a moment he’d fantasised about for a long time. I wasn’t going to take that away from him, even if it did sting like he’d rubbed raw chilli on his cock.
And the sting didn’t last, anyway. It was already dying down, to be replaced by a throb, a sort of dull ache. He was big and he was stretching me – I was going to be aware of this throughout. There was no way around it.
He made one last push and that was as far as he could go.
‘This is just …’ He groaned. ‘Your arse is hot and you feel so … oh, God. I’m sorry, I can’t … I’m so close already.’
‘It’s OK,’ I whispered.
‘Not OK, too soon. Got to … think of crime stats … housebreaking down 14 per cent, violent assaults went up over the summer months … right.’
His breathing steadied and he held himself perfectly still.
‘Does it hurt?’ he whispered.
‘A bit. Not much.’
‘I’ll take it easy.’
I don’t think he could have taken it easier, but I still found it the most squirm-inducing experience of my life. To feel that pressure and that friction and that movement. I mean, I’d had the first element with the plug, but the last two, no, that was new. I couldn’t help tightening around him, in my body’s mistaken assumption that this would expel its intruder, instead of holding him even closer.
He sawed slowly back and forth, and then, after a while, he remembered the dildo and he put his hand down there and began to jiggle it. It made me feel impossibly full, almost as if my entire lower body had been reconfigured. I no longer knew what was going where, what was thrusting and what was screwing.
All I could do was shut my eyes and take it.