Page 43 of Castaway Whirlwind
I readjust so that my length is pressed between her cheeks, though I don’t plan on doing anything other than resting beside her so I don’t disturb her sleep again. “Goodnight, darlin’. Sleep tight.”
Chapter 14
Layla
Now that I know what a real orgasm is supposed to feel like, I can’t believe I thought I’d ever had one before, mistaking the small pulses of heat for more than what they were when I was with Steven. Even as bone-deep tired as I am, I crave more. I also can’t seem to slow my heart rate down, my fingers between my legs, sliding through the cum Russell left on me—twice in one day—but not fullyinside of mewhere I want it.
His cock is hard again, pressed against me, so close to where I want him. I let my fingers drift lower, finding my clit, massaging it. It’s not nearly as divine as Russell’s tongue.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Russell says, his nose buried in my hair and his arm tightening around my waist.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re shaking.” He leans up on an elbow and turns my head. “What’s wrong?”
Just seeing his handsome face and thick beard makes my exploration more pleasurable, and my lips part with a breathy moan. He flips the comforter back, discovering for himself what’s making me shake, breathless, and his cock swellslarger, his hips already rocking.
He lifts my top leg over his, giving me more room to shove my fingers lower, my pussy wet as I speed up.
“Oh f—you need me, don’t you?”
I nod and beg, “Daddy, please. It’s so much better when you do it.”
Russell groans and replaces my fingers with his, humping me at the same time as he massages circles over my clit, my eyes fluttering shut.
I reach up behind me to grip his neck when he kisses mine from behind. “So good. So good.” I moan and arch my back, rolling my hips into his hand, then back against his cock.
“Darlin’—hold on.” He yanks his hips back and readjusts himself so that his shaft slides between my lower lips when he goes back to playing with my clit.
“Are we…are we going to have sex?” I both do and don’t want to. Sex has always been painful, and with Russell’s size, it might be worse. But I also don’t want to let that stop us from being together in the most intimate way possible.
“I want to. God, how I want to, but I’m worried I’ll hurt you,” he says as if he somehow knew what I was thinking. “And I never want to be the reason you’re in pain.”
If I had any lingering questions about the depth of his love for me, that would have squashed the last of them.
“Please, I want to try.” I arch my back deeper so his wet crown brushes my entrance on his next thrust.
Russell holds me still, now the one shaking. “If we do this…it means something to me. I don’t just want sex, you understand? I want you, all of you, darlin’.”
“Yes,” I breathe out with longing, the future I’ve always dreamed of flashing behind my eyes. A kind, caring, patient,and loyal partner. Even if I can’t have everything I want, with him at a later stage of life than me and my chances of getting pregnant slim as it is, I can still give him every bit of me and cling to hope. “It means something to me, too.”
“Layla…” Russell shudders behind me, and when he thrusts again, he slowly pushes in a tiny bit deeper, then backs out and does it again, all while continuing to massage me. “You tell me the second it starts to hurt, you hear me?”
I nod my head fast. “Yes, Daddy.”
He’s not the least bit aggressive as he works his way into my body, immediately coming to a stop when I hiss.
“Ok, ok, we’ll stop here,” Russell promises, breathing hard.
“No, keep going.” I even try to rock back to take more of his length.
He keeps me immobile with his hand on my hip. “Not yet. We have to work up to it.”
“Please?” I bring his hand up to cup my breast, hoping to tempt him into giving me more.
“No,” he says with finality, caressing my nipple with his thumb, and I love him all the more for it.
“Can you still cum when you’re only halfway in?”Please, please, let him be able to cum.
