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“Testing the waters,” he murmured, dragging the tip of the toy along my crease and circling my hole.
Exhaling, I focused on the feeling of Sasha caressing my thigh instead of waiting for the burn to start all over again.
“Look at me,” he said, the barest pressure against the opening.
I did as he told me, locking onto his pale blue gaze. A moment later, his hand stilled on my leg and the pressure against my hole increased. I drew in a sharp breath, willing my body to relax.
“Breathe... Good boy,” Sasha said, his free hand roaming across my skin again, rubbing my leg and caressing my abdomen. “You’re doing so good.”
The pressure continued slowly until it breached the tight ring of muscle, twisting gently as it went deeper.
Biting my lower lip, I made myself inhale and exhale over a four-count, concentrating on the sharp angles of Sasha’s face, how fucking turned on he looked.
“Fuck, just look at you.” He pulled his gaze away, pointedly letting it sweep over me. Instead of my dick getting all the attention this time, he zeroed in on my ass as he pushed more of the toy inside. “So incredible.”
I whimpered my acknowledgment of his praise, pressing my hips downward to try and help the silicone slide in further.
Before I knew it, it was in all the way. Sasha exhaled an awed breath and ran both hands up and down my thighs. “Fuck me. You look so fucking good.” He climbed up next to me and laid down, holding the side of my face while kissing me gently.
His mouth was a welcome distraction from the burning, stretching feeling. I seized his face with both hands and crushed his mouth to mine, suddenly needing to remind myself where I was, who I was with, that this was all a fucking choice.Mychoice.
He ran his hand down my body, gripping the toy again. Despite my ravenous kissing, he managed to pull it out slowly, halfway, before pushing it in again.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth. Sasha immediately froze in place.
“No, no. Keep going.”
“I don’t—”
I pressed my lips to his at the same time I gripped the base of his dick. He inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away. Instead, he thrust into my palm, matching the rhythm of the dildo.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, punctuating each word with a kiss.
I nodded, panting out a “Yes” a second later, in case he was waiting for a verbal acknowledgment of some sort before I kissed him again. His tongue caressed mine, teasing my mouth before he sealed his lips to mine and plunged it in deeper, like the toy.
Pulling away with a gasp for air, I finally stole a glance downward at myself. Just like watching him jerk me off, I watched him piston the toy in and out, mesmerized by the sight of his tattooed hand working to pleasure me. It was unreal. Our whole relationship was unreal, that someone like him could care about someone like me. That someone like him could make me feel the things I did — physicallyandemotionally.
“Sasha…” I squeezed my eyes shut as all of the heat in my body gathered in my lower abdomen. “I’m going to fucking come…”
“Yes,” he breathed against my ear a second before he spit. I didn’t have to wonder where it went because his other hand wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down easily. “Come on, baby. Let go. I want you to. I want you to feel good.”
He increased the friction on my cock, thrusting quicker with the dildo. As soon as the head of the toy pushed along my prostate, I was done for.
“Fuck!” The orgasm exploded along my lower spine and shot out all over my bare torso.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Forcing myself to swallow, I gulped in oxygen and willed myself to open my eyes. It was dark, but there was enough light from the hall to show it was clearly our bedroom. And Sasha was right there, stroking my cheek and pressing kisses to my temple and the side of my head, anywhere within reach.
“You did so good, baby. Better than good. You were amazing.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but the only thing that came out was a pathetic squeak. A rush of tears sprang to my eyes and I rolled closer to him, hiding my face against the side of his neck.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him as tightly as he could. Shushing me, he stroked my hair with one hand, the fingers of the other digging into my back, like an anchor.
“I’ve got you, Solnyshko. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”
