Page 66 of Revive
“Just good? Is there something I can do better?”
Maybe not ask him so many questions. He palmed his cock again and worked his wrist as her attention delved down between his cheeks, and she encouraged him to curl his legs up to give her better access.
“You’re pretty damned amazing, actually.”
That made her bottom wiggle, and a smile stretch across her cheeks. Interesting how he could feel that, and see it in his head, even though he couldn’t see her expression. Also, madam seemed to have a praise kink, given how much effort she was now putting in. “That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing really well.”
Certainly, well enough that he was relaxing enough to properly enjoy it.
“Tip of a finger, okay?”
He nodded, watching her upturned face, and all the love and excitement showing there.
“You don’t have to keep asking me about everything. I’ll tell you if I’m not okay with something.”
“Okay, but—”
“You’ve got this, Alle.”
“Right, but how wet do I need to get you, before I slip it in?”
She really wasn’t confident leading like this, which was amusing considering how bossy she was when it came to what she’d like him to do to her.
“Very. Use the lube, and don’t skimp on it.”
“Got ya.”
He’d never had a woman do this to him, though he’d done it to them. Spook anticipated a flood of raw memories, but surprisingly they didn’t come. They remained mere whispers in the background. Two shadowy figures. Xane obliterating them, and Alle in turn eclipsing him. She slipped him the very tip of her index finger, evoking sensations he couldn’t swear he liked, but she followed the intrusion up with a good deal of tongue, and that he definitely did like. It sunk a heady heavy feeling deep in his loins.
For once, she didn’t try to rush, but took it slowly, working him open little by little, until he was relaxed enough that her finger going a little deeper was the natural progression of things rather than a forceful entry.
“What am I feeling for?” she asked, between kisses dropped all around the base of his cock, which he was still languidly stroking.
“I haven’t exactly had my fingers in many guys’ arses.”
“Oh, right. Course. You haven’t?”
“I believe it feels like a fleshy bulb of tissue. If you make a come hither motion towards my taint you should find it.” Thank fuck for the internet!
“Here? This.”
He got half a syllable out before his ability to speak shut down. Then a groan left his body which had seemingly originated from the point of contact she’d just made. It filled his lungs and throat, and he couldn’t quite stop making it.
“There, right?” She touched him again, and shivers traversed him. He left off massaging his shaft in favour of gripping the sheets.
“What does it feel like?” she asked, watching him with rapture on her face.
Curiously, he wasn’t feeling very poetic. More, puddly.
“Hard to describe. Bit like I need to pee, bit like you’re jacking me off from the inside. It’s strange. But good strange. And different to being fucked.” There were other sensations involved in that. Pressure, and stretching. The awareness of another body above you, inside you. This was a way more concentrated experience. “Can you press your thumb down on the outside, just below my balls?”
She did it and the shakes got so bad he had to stuff his fist in his mouth.
“I’m guessing it’s good, since you’re not telling me to stop.” She was circling him inside. Round and round, spiralling him closer to bliss with each circuit. “But I’m asking, as you look like you’re in agony.”
“It’s one of those borderline things,” he managed to rasp. Damn, he hadn’t anticipated it feeling like this. Leastways, not this good. Not like it was a button he was going to want to repeatedly press. “And you know how I like those.”
“You’re leaking, quite a bit.”
