Page 66 of Savage Protector

“Because I said so.”

Oh, well…I manoeuvre myself onto my stomach, trying somehow not to break the intimate contact. I peer back at him over my shoulder. “I’m close…” I gasp.

“Hold that thought.” He reaches for the bedside drawer and locates a tube of something. “Lube,” he informs me.

“Do we need lube?” I can actually hear the sounds of my wetness.

“Oh, yes.” He sounds pretty certain, so who am I to argue?”

Somehow, he continues to drive those wonderful two fingers in and out of my channel whilst he reaches out again and finds something else.

“Is that…?”

“A dildo,” he replies. “Yes.”

“But I want you,” I protest.What is he thinking of?

“Not quite yet,may-ri-jaan.Soon.”

He kneels behind me. “Raise yourself up on all fours.”

I’m beginning to get the idea but still I ask him what he’s doing. What he’s planning.

“Do you trust me?”

“Well, yes. Obviously.”

“Right, then.” He gives one, final, tantalising thrust then withdraws his fingers to squeeze a generous dollop of lube onto them.

I’m past asking questions. I’ve worked out what comes next and I’m trying to process it. Anal. A new experience to me, but not for long, I expect.

He uses the fingers of his left hand to gently part my buttocks.

I gasp at the intimacy of it but remain motionless.

“Okay?” he checks.

“Yes. Yes, I think so…” I’m living dangerously, but it’s absolutely wonderful. My curiosity is almost as rampant as my lust.

“Tell me if that changes.” He smears the lube around the entrance to my rear hole, then, slowly, inserts his fingertip.

I start. The lube is cool, but the intrusion is not painful. Yet.

He withdraws to reload, then inserts his finger again, deeper this time.

I bite on my lower lip, and I can’t help tensing.

He pats my buttock, not hard but firmly. “Don’t clench up. Let me in.”

I nod and make an effort. Idowant this. Ido.

“Good. That’s good,may-ri-jaan.”He presses harder and slides the entire length of his digit into me. “So far, so good. Now for a second one.”

Oh Lord…

More lube, and that second finger slides in almost as easily as the first. I’m stretching, the whole experience is so intimate, so…so…sinful. And the friction is beyond delightful.

“Still doing okay?” he whispers.

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