Page 33 of Dirty Shots

He’d thrown the tube in his desk drawer after their last session. Quickly, he kicked off his pants and shoes, and then, feeling ridiculous in just his shirt, stripped it off, too. Naked, his erection bobbing out in front of him, he moved around to the other side of the desk and pulled open the drawers, rummaging through until his fingers closed around the necessary item.

He moved back around to stand behind Anya where she was still positioned bent over the desk. “Ready?”

She nodded.

Eric squeezed cool gel onto his hand, massaging the silky liquid down the length of his cock, until his body began to heat it up. Then he applied some to Anya. Her asshole was widened from the plug, and he easily used his fingers to slip some of the gel inside. Being shy with the lube wasn’t an option when it came to riding her the back way.

Anya moaned and gasped as he massaged her, her fingers opening and closing in small fists, as if she needed something to grab hold of but didn’t know what. Eric removed his hand from her to close his fingers around his cock, and positioned himself at her asshole. “Breathe deeply, Anya, and relax. If you need me to stop, just say so.”

“Elephant, right,” she managed, turning her face to him, a smile dancing in the contorted expression of arousal that had taken over her features.

He returned the smile at the mention of their as-yet-unused safeword. “Yeah, elephant.”

He pushed gently but firmly in the center of her anus. The head of his cock swelled against her tight hole. At first he thought he was going to be too big, but then he slipped inside, the tight ring of her sphincter gripping him. Anya moaned again.

He was panting now, “Is this all right?”

“Yes, Jesus! Keep going.”

The inside of her body was so tight and hot, like a heated fist gripping him. He nudged again, gently, slipping in a little farther.

“Oh, God,” Anya groaned.

He felt her press back on him, encouraging him. He applied more lube, greasing the way, and then pushed deeper. He was almost half way in now. Not wanting to go in any more than she could take, he began to pull out again, just an inch or two, to give him room to thrust. His hands gripped her bottom, one cheek in each palm, and he began to move inside her. With each thrust, he felt her widen for him, allowing him deeper. Anya was making small moans of pleasure, her body rocking with his movement. He increased his rhythm, the pleasure building in his balls, starting to take over his head. Would she want him to come in her ass? They should have discussed it beforehand.

“Anya, I’m going to come, should I ...”

She seemed to know what he was going to say. “No, I want you inside me. I’m close now, keep going.”

He reached beneath her body, his fingers finding the swollen nub of her clit, rubbing in the fast but gentle circles he knew she liked. The moment he made contact, her whole body tightened, and she pushed back on him harder, driving his cock deeper.

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her pussy as he thrust. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he was hurting her, but even as her small cries turned to mewls of lust, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop even if she wanted him to. He’d never been this wound up sexually, as if the need to come had taken over his mind and body, and he’d have to come whatever else happened. His orgasm built, higher and higher, his balls tingling and hot.

“Oh, fuck, Anya. I’m going to come.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Even as she said the words, her whole body tightened. He felt the pulse of her pussy contracting in her back passage, too, thrumming against his cock.

Eric shattered, his climax exploding through him. Her ass clamped around his cock as he came, spurting inside her in long, hot streams of cum.

He pulled Anya up against him and lowered his forehead to her shoulder, holding her tight as the final spasms of orgasm released them from its hold. His legs were weak, his head spinning from the intensity of what he’d just experienced. Had he ever fucked a woman like that before? He felt as though he’d emptied his power and strength into her, as though he’d shared with her the essence of who he was. He’d never before experienced such connection and oneness with another human being.

He grew soft and slipped from her body. Knowing they’d make a mess, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

She laughed, thumping his shoulder playfully. “Eric, I’m not a child.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I know you’re not, but I still want to take care of you.”

He deposited her gently on her feet, and reached into the shower and turned it on full. He removed the small amount of clothing she was wearing and pulled her beneath the spray. He’d thought he’d be exhausted, but being with Anya had given him renewed strength. He stood behind her, her back and bottom pressed against his chest and groin as the hot water ran down their bodies. But his sexual desire had been sated for the moment, at least. With care, he soaped her body, cleaning her intimately, washing away the residues he’d left on her skin.

“I only have men’s shampoo,” he said, holding up the bottle.

She smiled. “That’s fine.”

He tipped her head back slightly, the water running through her blonde locks, darkening the color. He squeezed some shampoo onto his hand and gently soaped her hair and rinsed it. She turned to him, taking the bottle to return the favor. Her small hands ran over him, stroking the soap over his body. This was different from the sexual frenzy they’d been in before. This was intimacy, the simple yet personal act of washing one another.

They rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping themselves in thick, cream towels that were warming on the radiator. They hurried across the apartment, toward his bed, and climbed beneath the covers.

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