Page 9 of Brood
Just weird.
I know how intercourse works, and the lubricant will make it easier.
He puts more of it on his hand and then draws me farther between his parted knees. He slides one finger and then two all the way inside my vagina, applying the lubricant and pushing against my inner walls.
It feels…surprising.
It stimulates me strangely.
He’s still watching my face, and I suspect if I flinch for any reason, he’ll stop and make us wait.
I don’t want that to happen. It would feel like a failure. Not only a failure of duty but also of my physical abilities.
Having intercourse is both natural and necessary for getting pregnant.
I can do this.
He’s still working his fingers in my vagina. Now he’s pumping more than pushing. It’s making me hot and breathless. It feels like I’m losing my balance. When I hear my fast breathing in the quiet room, I try to swallow it down.
After a minute, he slides his fingers out and uses the tips to rub my clit.
The sharp tug of pleasure takes me off guard. I make a silly whining sound and then flush in embarrassment.
He doesn’t react. He keeps rubbing until I’m so off-balance that I have to put a hand on his shoulder to brace myself. Then he penetrates me with his two fingers again, pumping the way he did before but faster now.
The sensations are building so quickly, I can’t keep up. I huff in time with his rhythm, unable to stay as quiet as I’d prefer. He uses his thumb to press into my clit again, and the pleasure breaks without warning. My vagina contracts around his fingers.
It feels so good, I drop my head back. A soft moan escapes my lips. I have to clutch at his shoulder to keep from falling.
I know about orgasms. I learned about them in school and read about them in books. But I’ve never had one until right now.
“Okay,” he says, when my internal muscles have stopped clenching and the sensations have leveled. “That was good. Now you can get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
He gets up as I climb onto the bed. I’m relieved that he approves of my performance so far and excited that my body is doing what it’s supposed to. I arrange myself on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder at where he’s standing next to the bed. “Like this?”
He stares at my ass, which is pointed right at him. “Yes. That’s good. You ready for me to fuck you?”
I’ve read the wordfuckin books before, but I’ve never heard anyone say it out loud. “Yes. I’m ready.”
I’m still watching him over my shoulder as he undoes his trousers and lets them drop to the floor, before stepping out and toeing them out of the way. Then he takes off his white underwear.
His lower body is as fit and attractive as his upper body. His penis is fully aroused. He finds the lubricant and squirts more out to rub all over his erection.
He draws my body closer to the edge of the bed where he’s standing. Then he positions my thighs so they’re farther apart. He uses one hand to hold one cheek of my bottom while he grips his erection with the other. I’m pulsing all over and holding my breath as he guides himself into my vagina.
Because of the lubricant, he slides in fairly easily, but it’s tight. Tighter than I expected. I make another silly whining sound that embarrasses me.
“Does it hurt?” he asks tersely.
“No. It’s fine.”
It does hurt. Not bad, but some. There’s no reason for him to know that, however.
My neck also hurts, so I stop looking back at him. I can’t see his face anymore, but his presence feels tense. Like there’s a lot of energy coiled inside him.
He adjusts his stance, shifting his penis inside me.
I gasp at the way it feels.
