I pull out of her with my cock aching to explode and she glances back at me over her shoulder.
When she sees me grab the tub of lube from the nightstand drawer and the wicked look on my face, I’m sure she knows what part of her body I want own next.
Her eyes climb from the tub in my hands to my eyes when I return to her.
I pop the lid and her back goes rigid with tension and fear. I know this isn’t going to be the first time she’s done this, but when I’m done with her I don’t want her to remember being with anybody else except me.
Only me.
I look over her ass which is still red raw from my hand. As much as I love the color against her sun-kissed skin, this alternative so called punishment was so much better.
I stroke over her wet pussy to gather her juices and smear it over the tight rosette of her asshole.
Fuck me, she’s so tight but yet responsive despite her natural instinct to fight the pleasure.
I can see her face in the mirror. Her expression tells me all I need to know. It tells me she likes what I’m doing to her and likes me touching her.
“Don’t you think it’s time to stop fighting what you feel?” I say breaking through the blanket of silence that’s settled between us.
When her face hardens, I take a good amount of lube and add it to the smear of juices I previously covered her with.
“I’m not fighting,” she lies, on the edge of a desperate moan she can’t control.
“Tell yourself whatever you want.”
I position myself again behind her and as I push my dick into her asshole I slide in but I know I’m still hurting her. It’s pleasure and pain for both of us because she’s fucking tight.
“Eric…” she mutters my name and the pained expression painted on her refection in the mirror is beautiful. It’s priceless and one I wish I could capture.
“It’s okay, baby, be a good girl for me. I promise you’ll feel good in a second.”
I feel the moment she does because her passage widens to take me and I slide deeper.
That’s also the moment when I truly lose control and start fucking her ass.
My body takes over and gives into the pleasure that pulses through me, as well as the thought of owning another part of her body and filling her with my cum.
She moans into every relentless thrust I deliver and the sound of her stokes my carnal desire.
I speed up and when I take in the sight of her lush ass taking my cock, I blow into her, erupting like an angry volcano.
A growl rips from my chest and we both collapse in a heap when I’m finished with her.
I lay resting on her sweat covered skin for a few moments, inhaling the smell of sex.
My ears are ringing and when I pull out of her and watch my cum leaking down her thighs I already feel like I want more again. And I can see she does too.
Shit.
This is exactly what I feared, my desire for her has fucked me over and I can’t think straight.
I’ve gone against any and everything that was telling me to watch myself with her, and to be honest, I know I am going to want more.
Watching my cum travelling down her skin plants another idea in my head.
Not the sensible kind of idea considering the reality check I just had. It’s the other kind of idea because I need more and I’m a man who always, always gets what he wants.
When she rolls over after noticing my hesitation, I run my fingers over her smooth stomach and trail up to the fleshy mounds of her breasts where I take her rose dipped nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers to give them a gentle squeeze.