Page 28 of Come Inside

I was beginning to feel self-conscious when he finally spoke.

“I want you to remember your safeword.” His words echoed off the glass wall. “And if you can’t speak, you tap me and I stop. You may think I am the one in control tonight, but Yara, honey, it’s really you.”

My toes curled in pleasure onto the rough tile below, but I didn’t have time to do much more before his hands found my hips, and he grabbed me off the wall, pulling my back flat to his chest.

I hadn’t seen him naked yet, but I could feel the firmness of his muscles, the scratchiness of his hair, the sturdiness of his frame.

I trusted him not to drop me, which was good because a moment later he was shutting off the shower and turning me around to lift me up onto him.

My legs reacted on their own accord stretching to encompass his hips; in doing so, I could feel every move of the plug still inside of me.

I let out a groan of appreciation as it rubbed against my inner walls.

One of his hands moved to my back while the other moved to my ass. His thumb pushed into the plug.

“That’s it. That feels good, doesn’t it? It’s going to feel even better when my dick is pressing against it from the inside.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

His hand on my back opened the shower door and then moved to my jaw, squeezing, and angling my head until I was forced to stare into his eyes.

My cunt throbbed a beat to my rapid heart that was threatening to escape the confounds of my chest.

He was touching me in ways I never thought I would like.

In ways that I didn’t realize I needed.

He walked us carefully to the bedroom. “You’re going to be a good girl. Now let me taste you.” He sat back on the bed, pulling me with him. My knees buried into the soft sheets below, I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. The pressure he was applying on the plug didn’t let up as he used his grip on my face to capture my lips.

He tugged me to him tighter as his full, soft lips moved against mine. They were wet from the shower, but I didn’t care. Everything about this man was dissolving my brain power.

I was his to use. His to fuck.

But it was because I wanted him to. Because I chose this. I was safe in this moment.

This man, thisolder man,wouldn’t smother me.

He wouldn’t trap me. He wouldn’t hurt me.

He wanted to make me feel good. It was new.

It was powerful.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming mine.

He began tapping on the plug again causing jerks of pleasure to shoot across my nerves. I squirmed against him, but his grip on my jaw didn’t budge.

Finally, when I grew lightheaded, he released my lips.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured. His bright eyes were hooded in lust staring into my very soul.

I felt as if this man could see more than the world could.

That he was looking into my heart.

Uneasiness sparked for a moment, but before I could fall into my thoughts, he was flipping me off him and onto the mattress, catching me at the last minute.

I landed on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

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