Page 16 of Take Me, Sir

The silicone shaft slid into me easily, not nearly filling me as much as Dean's cock had, but when the vibrating tip brushed against my clit, I still gasped. One of the reasons I bought this one had been for the duel functions it offered, clitoral stimulation and penetration. I'd always preferred both.

“When you're ready for me to fuck you, beg,” he instructed. “Not a simple please, but real, true pleading.”

As he turned on the vibrator, sending a shudder through me, I wondered if I should just start begging now. Then I looked at his face, and something primal in me responded to the light in his eyes. He didn't want me to make it easy on him...or on myself. And even though we weren't in a relationship, I wanted to please him.

So I gave myself over to it – to him – determined to last as long as I could. When he lowered his head to my breasts, licking across first one nipple, and then the other, I arched my back, wanting more. The cool air made my wet nipples tighten into hard pebbles, and when he flicked them with his fingers, my body jerked at the new sensation. He repeated the movement, and my fingers flexed on the headboard.

He played my body like a master musician with his instrument, each touch intended to maximize what I was feeling. Short thrusts with the vibrator that gave my sensitive clit barely enough time to register the change before it was being stimulated again. His mouth on mine, tongue caressing mine so that I could taste myself, teeth biting at my lips until they felt swollen. Then tongue and teeth on my breasts, nipping and licking across my skin and over my nipples. Fingers tugging and twisting until the darker flesh was standing up. Touch hard enough to bruise, but not damage. I'd feel every inch of it tomorrow, and it would only be that much sweeter knowing how well I'd done.

My first climax hit me out of nowhere, rolling over me like a wave. His teeth latched onto my nipple as he pushed the vibrator as deep as it could go, the part pressing against my clit hard enough to make me swear, but none of that took me out of my orgasm. If anything, it caught me tighter, pulled me deeper, until I felt like I'd been caught in some sort of undertow, drowning in pleasure so intense that it brought tears to my eyes.

I screamed his name, my grip tightening on the headboard until the muscles in my arms burned. But I couldn't let go because I was still coming. His fingers and mouth drove me from one climax into the next until I couldn't think straight, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything other than sob his name, and, finally, beg for him to fuck me. When he removed the vibrator, I fell back against the bed, every muscle in my body limp.

I hovered there for what felt like an eternity, until I felt pressure against my ass, and my eyes flew open. He was watching me carefully, and I wondered if it was because he wanted to see my expression or if he was waiting for me to protest. I didn't though. I trusted him to make me feel good. He'd already proven that he could.

“Relax, love,” he said. He brushed a kiss across my lower belly, then pushed, the tip of his finger breaching me.

“Dean...” I squirmed, unsure how I felt about the slight burn.

“Is this the first time?”

I nodded.

A dark sort of triumph crossed his face. “I'm going to make you come one more time with my fingers, love, and then I'm going to fuck you until you see stars.”

Any other man, I would've thought they were bragging, but I didn't doubt for a moment that Dean could do it.

Then his finger was pushing deeper inside, and a sharp burst of pain shot out from the stretched muscle.

“Fuck!” The word came out in a half-whine, half-shout.

“Fucking tight,” he muttered.

I searched for some snarky comment, but nothing came before he slid two fingers into my pussy. With the sort of rhythm that told me he'd had a decent amount of practice at this, he began to work his fingers in and out of me, twisting them so that they rubbed against each other. The burn didn't fade, but the pain did, blurring into the heat until I had an entirely new type of pressure building inside me.

“Are you close?” His voice sounded strained.

I nodded. “Can I touch you?”

His gaze flew up to mine, surprise showing.

“Please, Dean. I want to...need to touch...need my hands on you...” The words fell out in a rush, stumbling over each other in my desperation.

When he nodded, I released the headboard, my fingers stiff and protesting as I reached for him. My hands moved over his broad shoulders and down his arms where I could feel his muscles rippling under his golden skin. When his thumb started to move over my clit, I dug my nails into his flesh and came.

I was still coming when he slammed into me, and I did indeed see stars. Bursts of light sparked across my vision as he took me hard and fast, pelvis rubbing against my aching clit, nipples pressed against his chest. He was everywhere. Over me, inside me, around me. His scent and presence filled me, made me wonder if I'd ceased to exist as myself, if I was now and forever a part of him.

And the thought didn't disturb me as it should have.

I pushed the thoughts aside, and let myself fall into the white-hot orgasm shattering me. There was no past or future, only this moment, and that was what I clung to as he groaned my name. Only the present mattered.

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