“I told you, no toys. Just you.”
Laughing, he rejoined me on the bed and set the box aside.
“I know. I heard you. But we still need some supplies.” From the box he pulled out a bottle of lube and a few condoms.
The lube he set next to us within easy reach, but the condom he placed in my hand.
“It’s up to you. I’m clean, and I know you’ve never slept with anyone else before, but if you’d feel better with protection, we can still use it.”
Contemplating the condom for a moment, I eventually tossed it aside. “If I can trust you with my life, then I can surely trust you with this.”
He kissed me so hard that I fell back flat against the mattress. Clinging to his shoulders I breathed with him, trying to consume him as he consumed me. This lasted for several minutes, tongues dancing and lips passing whispered promises back and forth, before we parted, gasping for air. Even apart, we stayed close enough that a string of saliva still connected our lips.
One of his hands slipped down between my legs. At some point, while I’d been distracted, he’d coated two of his fingers in lube, which he now used to rub against my tight hole.
“Eeep.” I jumped at the startling sensation of cold liquid against hot skin.
He kissed me again, much quicker this time. “Sorry. It’ll warm up soon. Try to relax.”
One of his fingers slipped inside me, and I arched my back as I dug my fingers into the meat of his shoulders.
“Relaxing is the last thing on my mind right now.”
His finger inside me didn’t hesitate. He slowly pressed it farther and farther, until eventually it was as deep as it could go.
I shivered and moaned low in the back of my throat when D’Angelo’s finger brushed teasingly against my prostate, never quite pressing down.
He pressed a line of kisses against my throat. “If you don’t relax, this is going to be a much rougher ride.”
“I don’t...” I gasped as a second finger breached my tight pucker, making its way inside me. “I don’t think I can.”
The second digit was soon as deep as the first, and D’Angelo started scissoring the pair inside me, opening me up and giving my tense muscles no choice but to relax.
“Hmm?” D’Angelo sat up just enough to look down at me. “Fine then. Don’t relax. I know you secretly like it rough.”
He suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving me heartbreakingly empty. I whined and writhed, desperate to be filled again. My own hand crept down between my legs, but before I could reach my goal, he grabbed both my wrists in an unyielding grip.
“Oh, no. You don’t get to do that. Pleasuring you is my job.” His smile turned dangerous. “If you can’t control yourself, I’ll have to help you out.”
From the box, he grabbed a familiar length of nylon rope. I thought he was going to tie my hands to the headboard like last time, but instead he merely bound my wrists together. It didn’t seem particularly effective when my arms were still free to move around, but then he gripped my shoulders and abruptly flipped me over, so I was lying on my stomach. My wrists were trapped under my own chest. Even if I wiggled my arms freeand extended them above my head, it wouldn’t do me any good. There was nothing useful to hold onto. At most, all I could do was hold the bed sheets with the tips of my fingers.
Grabbing my hips, D’Angelo pulled them up, so I was braced on my knees. The position drove my chest and shoulders harder into the mattress, which also trapped my wrists even more efficiently. Burying my face against the sheets, I tried to hide the sound of my desperate whimper.
“There,” D’Angelo cooed as he slipped his fingers back inside me. “That’s much better. Easier to reach.”
He fingered me slowly at first, each movement smooth and deliberate as he coaxed me to open up for him. I continued to moan and whimper into the mattress as arousal built in my stomach and made my hips tremble.
Gradually, he began to speed up. His fingers plunged in and out of me faster and faster, until he was basically fucking me. My internal muscles automatically clenched down around the digits each time they pushed inside, trying to keep them there, and each time I was abandoned as they pulled out again.
“Such a little slut,” he breathed against my skin as he bit my hip. “Already so desperate, and I’m not even actually inside you yet.”
“Then hurry up,” I panted, though my words were muffled against the mattress.
His laughter danced over my skin as a puff of air. “Such a tempting invitation.”
I couldn’t tell if he was sincere or mocking. At that point, I didn’t care.
His fingers pulled out, and I groaned in disappointment, but he quickly pressed his hips against me. Shifting to get himself into just the right position, he brushed his cock against my puckered hole a few times, like he was asking for permission to enter.