Page 34 of Desire

Chapter 25

I positionedmyself on the bed on all fours as Connor had requested. I expected him home any time now, and I wanted to make sure I was ready when he arrived. I was nervous about what would happen tonight, because I planned on giving him a little push, and I didn’t know how he was going to respond. I enjoyed the touching and kissing we’d been doing, but I needed more. I knew he’d been holding back for a variety of reasons, not the least that he was afraid of hurting me. But my ribs had been feeling better for a couple of days. I wasn’t completely pain-free, but at least now it was tolerable.

Everything was seemingly perfect in our relationship except for this one thing. I could sense that he was desperate to trust me, but he just didn’t quite know how to take that leap. I hated pushing the issue, but I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to live this way. Even after only a few days, I knew something needed to give. Eventually, I was going to become resentful that he was refusing to share all of himself with me. I only prayed I didn’t cause him to pull away from me.

“Well, well, well. If that isn’t a lovely sight to behold.” I had been so wrapped up in my musings, I hadn’t even heard Connor enter the bedroom. I turned my head and tossed my hair so I could peek at him over my shoulder. I gave my ass a little shake. There was no way that after his specific instructions that he would be satisfied with only the barest of touching tonight. I planned on doing everything in my power to make sure that he finished what he started.

“I never heard you come in, Sir. I hope this is to your liking.”

A soft caress along the back of my thigh and up my spine sent a shiver of arousal through me. Connor leaned down to press a welcoming kiss to my mouth.

“This is definitely to my liking. Your pussy and ass are on perfect display, just begging for attention. Especially that ass. I’ve been extremely neglectful in my attention to these two gorgeous globes and what’s hidden in between them.”

With his words, he trailed his fingers along the crease of my thigh and skimmed up and down my crack. It was a tease for what I hoped was about to come. I loved anal sex. The nerve endings that were stimulated during anal caused a spark to explode inside me. It was a feeling unlike any other, and I craved it. Connor moved his fingers lower and dipped one inside my pussy. He coated the digit in my cream before blazing a path upward where he began circling my asshole. He started with a gentle touch, not quite entering, but tracing round and round, stimulating the puckered hole that opened in anticipation of being filled by his cock.

I couldn’t help but clench slightly as the finger finally entered me. In and out Connor pressed, going farther each time. When I relaxed my muscles and tried to push back, a sharp crack sounded and heat spread across my ass cheek.

“Don’t move.”

Coldness spread down my crack and across my anus as I realized Connor was dribbling lube on me. He must have grabbed some while I was still unaware he’d entered the house. He withdrew his finger and spread the wetness around, coating every inch of my hole before pushing it back in to spread it around inside. More lube was poured and then a small stretch followed and I knew he’d added another finger. I forced my body to remain still as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. His thrusts quickened, and I bit my lip as a moan of ecstasy escaped. All my nerve endings were firing, and all I wanted to do was move.

I could feel my body tightening in preparation for a glorious climax when Connor suddenly removed his fingers. I had to hold back the groan of disappointment. I heard rustling behind me, but I remained still. I didn’t want to do anything to distract Connor from his task and remind him that I’d only recently been injured. It didn’t matter that I was feeling much better. If he thought he was hurting me in any way, he would stop what he was doing immediately. I refused to allow that to happen. I missed feeling him inside me.

The bed dipped and warmth surrounded me as Connor cradled my hips in his, his leg hair tickling the back of my thighs. He gently pushed forward, his cock positioned in my crack where it slid up and down with each forward thrust of his hips. His upper body was bent over mine and he was flush against my back. I couldn’t stop the slight flinch and sigh of disappointment as the fabric of his shirt separated our flesh. Connor stopped moving at the sound.

He lowered his head, and I felt petal soft kisses across my shoulder. I was continuously surprised by how gentle he could be. It was a contradiction to the power he housed in his body. It often seemed he was holding back, restraining his body’s urgings to plunder and ravage.

“Your skin is like silk, soft and supple. Your body deserves to be worshipped and treated with the utmost care.”

He’d placed his hands next to mine on the bed when he leaned over me. He moved them until they were on top and he laced our fingers. He didn’t move; it was though he wanted to savor our physical bond. He nuzzled my hair and inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent.

Briefly, Connor untwined our right hands. I felt him reach behind me to grasp his cock and with excruciating slowness, he pressed it against my puckered hole. He began a gentle thrusting motion, pushing his cock farther and farther into my ass. I relaxed my muscles as best I could to help ease him inside. Inch by inch he entered me, until, finally, his hips were flush against mine.

He locked our hands together again and remained motionless while I adjusted to the fit. No more words were spoken as Connor tightened his grip on my hands and initiated again the gentle in and out motion. He kept a slow pace, torturing me with my need for him to go faster. But Connor wasn’t having any of it. This was his show, and he was the one in control.

He reached up with his left hand to cup my breast, lightly tweaking the nipple. His fingers then trailed down my stomach until he reached my mound. He cupped my sex in his large hand and curled his fingers until they pressed against my pussy. He didn’t enter me, just rubbed the tips up and down my slit, causing more cream to drip down my thighs. He adjusted positions so he hit a new spot inside my ass as he began circling my clit. The dual sensations had me panting in arousal.

I could feel his heartbeat against my back through his shirt, and soon, mine matched his rhythm. Our connection was visceral. My climax continued to build with each thrust of his cock and with each flick against my clit until I couldn’t control my release. It exploded out of me. Connor groaned behind me as he peaked immediately after I did. I felt his seed fill my ass. I collapsed in exhaustion. Connor slowly pulled out of me and rose from the bed. I continued to lie there as I heard him enter the bathroom and turn on the water. He returned and bathed me with a warm cloth as I replayed our encounter. Physically, he’d satisfied my needs. Emotionally, I was bereft. I needed to make him understand what I needed from him as my Dom.

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