“It’s deep this way,” he murmurs.
He flexes and swivels his hips
in the same motion, and I groan…
oh my – the sensation radiates
throughout my belly… everywhere. Fuck!
“You move, Anastasia, up and down, how you want. Take my hands,”
he breathes, his voice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.
He lifts his pelvis as I come down,
bouncing me back up. We pick up the rhythm…
up, down, up, down… over and over…
and it feels so… good.
I am fucking him.
I am in charge.
and I’m his.
He grabs my hips,
and closing his eyes,
tipping his head back,
his jaw strained,
he comes quietly.
I collapse on to his chest, overwhelmed,
somewhere between fantasy and reality,
a place where there are no hard or soft limits.
Suddenly, he inserts two fingers inside me,
taking me completely by surprise.
I gasp, this new assault breaking through
the numbness around my brain.
“Feel this. See how much your body likes this,
Anastasia. You’re soaking just for me.”
There is awe in his voice.
He moves his fingers,
in and out in quick succession.
He’s inside me, quickly filling me.
He moves, pounding into me, a fast,
intense pace against my sore behind.
The feeling is beyond exquisite,
raw and debasing and mind blowing.