Page 24 of Crave You

“Wow,” I say.

“Fucking right,” he growls.

Zander’s massaging my clit and moving his fingers in and out of me, and as I get used to the stretched-out feeling, I really start to enjoy it. He expertly takes me on a journey, but he stops just seconds before I cum. I moan in frustration, but this only makes Zander grin. “Not yet, you.”

He doesn’t take his hand away from me, he just stops moving in and out of me and his thumb just sits on my clit, not moving. I stand it for as long as I can bare it and then I start to move my hips. “Please,” I find myself groaning.

I grind my clit against Zander’s thumb and the movement makes his fingers move inside of me too.

“Who said you could move?” Zander says, his voice low and primal and I stop moving instantly. “That’s what I thought. You want movement. How’s this?”

He starts to open his fingers up, pressing them out to the sides. I moan again and it turns to a whimper as the stinging pain comes over me. I keep my face neutral. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that he’s kind of hurting me. I keep my eyes on his face and I can see the amusement in his smirk.

He keeps his fingers open but he starts to rub my clit again and instantly, my nerve endings come to life filled with fire, the good kind of fire, the kind that could easily consume me and I would welcome it.

The pain of Zander’s fingers stretching me and the pleasure of his thumb on my clit collide and strangely, instead of clashing, they complement each other perfectly. I arch my back as the feelings merge becoming almost unbearable but in the best possible way. I feel as though my whole body is alive, my pulse thrumming, my skin fizzing.

“Please,” I plead again.

“No,” he says simply. “You don’t get to decide.”

Zander works me, but he does it in a way that keeps me on a level where he doesn’t ease off the pressure enough for me to get any relief, but he also doesn’t push me hard enough that I get to cum. I am desperate for relief. I feel like I’m going mad. I want to scream at Zander to stop or to not stop or to do something. But there’s another part of me. A part of me that wants to submit to his will, to trust that he knows how far he can push me. I want to have my limits tested and Zander is the perfect partner for that.

As though he can read my mind, Zander bends down and runs his tongue over one of my nipples. It springs to life under his warm tongue, and he sucks it into his mouth and keeps sucking. Just when I start to relax, he bites down on it. It’s not hard enough to hurt, not really, but it’s enough to make me yelp and it’s enough to have a shiver of pleasure go through my whole body.

I hear myself moaning Zander’s name and he releases my breast and looks down on me. He smiles, that sexy smirk that makes my heart beat faster. He runs his lips over mine, leaving me wanting more. Then he pauses and reaches down for the backpack that he was wearing before and which has fallen to the floor. I hear him unzipping it.

“Do you remember when I said I was going to get you something special from my room that first night, before you ran off,” he asks with a smirk.

I want to deny again that I “ran off,” but my words fade as I see what he pulling out of his bag. It is a very large rubber sex toy; a fleshy pink-colored dildo of enormous proportions.

“This is the only other cock I want in you apart from mine," Zander says with a growl in his voice, “but I want you to show me you can take this, before I really fuck you.”

I feel a mixture of intense pleasure and something approaching fear as Zander moves it towards my pussy, which clenches in anticipation. I have a quick vision of me going down on Zander while he works the dildo in me, and it sets me zinging with anticipation.

Zander rubs the tip of the dildo around the edge of my glistening folds before inserting the head. My cunt takes it with ease. By the time he has pushed it inside up to halfway, I am so wet and pliable, that I am certain he will be able to insert it all without doing any lasting damage to me.

He works it for a moment longer and then he does just that. He pushes the entire length of the toy into me. It feels cool and lifeless at first, but as he begins to slide it back a little I forget about that and just concentrate on the sensation of him pushing it back in again. He moves it slowly at first and I cry out as he stretches me open, making me wider and wider. He stops the movement for a moment and I look at his face.

He is starting at me, his eyes on mine. I see nothing but lust in those eyes and I know I can take it all. I can take anything he wants to do to me. I start to move my hips in time with his thrusting hand. I can see that he knows that I am not only accepting this, but I am also loving it. He moves the dildo faster. Then, he manipulates it until hits my g spot, and then he rubs the wide tip over it. He is giving me no reprieve now. He presses down on my g spot and the sensation takes my breath away.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Zander warns me. “Not until I say you can.”

I don’t know if I can hold myself back from hitting my climax. I am already so close, but a shiver of faux-fear goes through me at the thought of what Zander might do to me if I don’t obey him. I try to ignore the ecstasy thrumming through my body, and the various sensations that are setting me alight.

I bite my lip and focus on my willpower, holding myself back. After what feels like forever, Zander leans close to me again. He sucks my ear lobe and then he whispers in my ear.

“Cum for me, baby” he says.

I have never been happier to give in to someone’s demands than I am in that moment. I stop holding back, stop trying not to feel my body’s reactions to Zander’s touch. Instead, I let it all in and I am hit by the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It doesn’t just make my clit throb and my pussy clench. It makes my stomach clench, and my womb contract. My nipples tingle and goosebumps chase each other all over my body.

Zander doesn’t stop working on me even as I’m cumming. He keeps me in a heightened state, the dildo’s width drawing out every second of my orgasm, and making it last so much longer than it normally would.

I try to breathe, and I can’t. I can’t suck in air. I can’t think. I can’t move. All I can do is feel. My eyes roll back in my head and for a moment, everything is red, but it feels right. Red is the right color to describe how I am feeling right now, and I let myself hang there, floating in the color. I feel as though I’m no longer a conscious person. I’m just a nerve ending, the sole purpose of which is to send pleasure out to all the other nerve endings.

I don’t know how long I can take it, but while I can, I intend to enjoy it and I welcome the feeling of weightlessness and floating. I manage to gasp in a breath and my eyelids flutter, and I’m looking into Zander’s beautiful green eyes. I see visceral desire there among the tiny flecks of gold which I have never noticed before. And still my body clenches, pulses and buzzes.

Finally, I feel Zander pull the toy out of me and I take a long, shuddering breath. He leans down and runs his lips over mine.

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