Page 40 of Stocking Stuffers
He laughed. Everything was wet and smooth. He rolled his hips into her, shafting deeper. Each thrust in felt like the first one, and the vibration behind his balls had him panting already. He couldn’t help but grab the meaty flesh of her ass. She had thin silvery-white stretch marks on her hips, extending onto her butt cheeks. So fucking sexy. Pleasure curled in the base of his spine, like a tight, hot coil of need.
He touched her asshole again, and her whole body shook, her hips lifting up toward him. His hand was still a little slick from the lube but not slick enough.
“Sasha, can I?” He tapped his thumb against her hole lightly and thrust his cock into her pussy harder.
“God, yes.Fill me up.” Her voice was wrecked, shot.
The bottle of lube had landed somewhere by his knee and he found it again, dribbling it over her crack. When she was slick, he pressed his thumb inside her ass, gripping her round cheek with his fingers. She was so hot and tight inside. It made his head spin.
Her body went rigid, and words poured from her, like a damn had broken. “So … oh fuck, Perry. More, please. I want … You feel incredible.”
He slowed the roll of his hips, which made her wilder. She bucked against him, and her elbows collapsed out from under her until her chest was flat against the bed.
She reached underneath herself, putting the Fingerslip to use. He could feel the vibration from the toy moving through her. It made his eyes roll back, and he had to grip her side with his free hand so he didn’t collapse on her. He stroked up her ribs and over her shoulder with one hand and rolled his thumb in her ass with his other.
“Such a good … multitasker,” she said, gasping and trembling.
He tried to laugh, but it came out as a hungry moan. He knew, without a doubt, that if not for the cock ring, he’d have come at that first press of his thumb into her ass.
His heart thundered in his ears, his body spurring him on to dive into her body, to drench himself in this perfect pleasure. To take and give as much as possible.
He could see her profile, and her cheeks were flushed a Christmas red. Her hair was damp from sweat, and she seemed incapable of any words, any noise, besides sweet, broken cries.
He couldn’t believe he was inside her like this. Inside her in two places—his cock in the smooth, wet warmth of her pussy, his thumb in her amazing ass. She quaked as he pushed his thumb slightly deeper. Her body tightened everywhere.
“Come on, beautiful,” he whispered.
“Perry!”
She came again, wrenching and violent, this time with his name on her lips. He had to grind his teeth against the onslaught of his own pleasure, to hold it back, as her body throbbed around him.
He held himself still as a statue through her orgasm, just to absorb it. To live in this reality for a moment longer. As the tension soaked from her body, he pulled out of her ass and her sweet pussy and gently turned her over.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She looked wrecked, her arms splayed to the sides, her eyes closed.
“Yes.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her thighs silky against him, and he entered her again. He kissed the rosy, tender tips of her nipples and the undersides of her breasts before mouthing up to her throat.
She gazed up at him. “Areyouokay?”
“Yes. Want to see you.”Want you to see me.
Staring down at her, their bodies so close, him completely covering her—this felt more intimate than anything else they’d done. His chest ached suddenly, and he kissed her lips.
They found a slow, intense rhythm. One that lit his blood on fire, made him feel vulnerable and exposed.
He worshiped her body with his, and she twisted her arms around him, tugging him closer. They were pressed together everywhere, her soft body accepting him.
A rush of heat spiked through him, and he drove into her harder. She grabbed his face and gazed straight up into his eyes.
His orgasm began as if in slow motion but harsher than ever before. Like it was being yanked out of him slowly, roughly. His balls tightened and clenched, the vibration on his taint causing all the blood in his body to throb. His ears and eyes, his tongue, his fingertips—they all pulsed in time to the slow spirals of his orgasm.
“Oh holy night.Fuck,” he said.
Sasha laughed, her face transforming with joy. And that laugh, that absolute elation on her face, was what ripped him apart for good.
