Page 117 of Hale Yes
I’ve never been a fan of butt stuff. My only prior experience was when I was in grad school and dating a guy who loved anal. In fact, it’s the only way he liked having sex, but it wasn’t enjoyable for me because he didn’t even offer a courtesy reach-around. Our relationship didn’t last long at all.
Helix, on the other hand, always makes sure I’m properly prepped and keeps his fingers between my legs until I come at least once. Since he showed me how a real man takes his woman’s back entrance, I freaking love it.
“You are so fucking wet, queenie,” he says, slipping a finger inside my pussy and using my arousal to slick across my sensitive little button.
Using my thigh muscles, I raise and lower myself, loving the fullness this position provides. My hips roll and pick up speed, and when Helix pulls my hair to arch my neck back, my entire body shivers. “I’m so close,” I call out to the ceiling of his bedroom.
“Good girl,” he growls, pushing two fingers into my pussy so I’m completely stuffed with him. “Fuck me until you come on my cock and my fingers like I taught you.”
I lean back with my hands on the mattress beside his body and ride him for all I’m worth. The orgasm slams hard into me, spots dancing around the edges of my vision. There’s something about these climaxes that hit me with so much intensity I feel it from my head to my toes and everywhere in between.
“God, that was good,” I pant. “So happy to be part of your family’s tradition.”
He chuckles and pushes me forward until my hands meet the mattress between his knees. Then he takes time to add more lube to his cock before positioning himself behind me and swiping my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss my neck.
“I love you, Nicolette. So goddamn much.”
“I love you so goddamn much too,” I tell him, turning my face so we can kiss. His tongue strokes against mine as he slowly enters me from behind and fucks my ass with long, measured strokes.
His chest is flush with my back, and we’re both sweating from the exertion. Helix kisses across my cheek and to my ear. “Are you ready, baby?”
My body trembles in anticipation. “I’m ready.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Safe word,” I say dutifully, and he kisses my cheek before raising his body and placing his hand on the back of my head.
“Head down, Nic. You know how I like it,” he tells me, and I grin to myself.
“Make me.”
That never fails to bring out the darker side of him. Shoving my head roughly so my cheek rests on the mattress, he slaps my ass. Hard.
“Why do you insist on acting like a fucking brat?” He pushes deep, his hips clapping against my cheeks before withdrawing to the tip. “Why do you like pushing my buttons?” Another deep thrust. And another.
My fingers curl into the sheets, and I arch my back for him, taking each one of his punishing movements as he propels himself into me time and time again. It’s hard, and it’s dirty, and I fucking relish every second of it.
“Because it makes you lose control and fuck me exactly how you need it,” I pant.
His cock is rock hard, filling me up so tightly I can feel every ridge and vein on the slick surface. My face is turned toward the dresser mirror to the left of us, so I can see the profile of Helix’s perfect, toned body. Sweat drips off him as he clenches and releases his muscular butt muscles. The man has got some serious cake back there.
His eyes are downcast, looking at the spot where we’re joined while he pounds into me with furious thrusts. “Your tight little asshole looks so pretty when she stretches for my cock. Use your vibe on your clit, baby. You’re coming with me.”
I’d forgotten he slipped a small finger vibrator on my middle finger earlier, telling me he’d let me know when to use it. He reaches down and presses a button on the back of it twice before guiding my hand between my legs. Finding the right spot in about a second, I feel my entire body light up with the buzzing stimulation.
I watch as Helix’s lips part, and I can hear his breaths coming out in pants punctuated by grunts. That’s how I know he’s close. His head tips up to the sky, and he leans back slightly, letting his strong back and narrow hips do all the work as I clench around him.
My body is so attuned to him that his orgasms and mine often blend together. I can feel that happening now. As soon as his thickness begins to throb with his release, I find my own.
And we soar together.
“Do you love me more than my shower?”
This is a silly little game we’ve been playing the past couple of weeks. We ask the other if they love them more than some random thing.
Do you love me or pizza more?
You.
