“God, Luca, please.” I moaned, unsure what I was asking for, but knowing I wanted more.
“I'm going to take this out.” Luca eased his fingers beneath the edge of the stiff base and tugged lightly.
I whimpered, but didn't argue.
Luca hesitated. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I think so.” I spoke clearly again. I couldn't take another spank. Not then. I was teetering on the edge of something big and didn't know what it would take to push me over. I'd never felt anything like it before.
“I'll go slow.” Luca gripped the base more firmly, his fingers pinching against the puckered flesh of my asshole. I didn't know that slow would be any better than fast, but trusted Luca to take me where I needed to go. “You have to help, Mari. Push against it.”
As good as his hands felt on my body, his fingers probing around the plug, there was absolutely nothing sexy about him telling me to shit out that plug. I would have laughed, but I was afraid to even move. Everything was over sensitized and dangerously close to the surface. I did as he asked and the plug shifted.
“Good girl.” Luca smoothed his palm against my low back, locking me in place. He urged me to release until the plug was fully out and I felt an emptiness I'd never before experienced. It was startling. As foreign as it had felt to put it in that morning, it was far, far worse to have him remove it.
I couldn't help it, I cried out at the loss.
“Shh, I've got you.” Luca soothed as he moved into position behind me. “I wanted to play with you more, but you obviously need me here.”
He held the crown of his cock against my anus and pushed slightly. The pressure was reassuring, comforting in the promise that I'd soon be filled again. I relaxed and let him find his way.
He pushed until the head was inside. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I gripped the blankets hard, desperate to hold on to something. As good as it felt to not be so empty, it was completely different from the familiar feeling of the silicone inside me.
I heard a muffled popping sound and felt cool liquid against my ass hole. I could tell by his movements that Luca was smoothing lube over his cock. He traced the rim of my anus with his finger, and then gave several short mini-thrusts to work the lube into me. The burning heat was replaced with cool gliding, solid pressure.
“Sorry. Should have done that first,” he said.
I pushed back against him slightly. Not far enough to earn a reprimand, just enough to let him know I was okay to go ahead. “I'm good. Keep going.”
“Sure?” He'd been this way the first time I'd taken him into my throat, hesitant, solicitous. As much as he wanted, desperately wanted, to be as deep inside me as he could reach, he was even more concerned that his actions might cause me pain. He took it slow and easy until we were both certain I could take more. Prior to that night, I’d given him several blow jobs, but letting him fuck my throat was a completely different experience, and not something we repeated often.
“I'm sure. It feels good.” It did, not the same way it did when he filled my cunt. But I felt so deliciously dirty to be spread open like that, taking him inside me this way. I didn't know if I could come from him fucking my ass alone, but it would take me pretty damn close.
“I'm going to push a little more.” Luca talked me through it, as his cock slipped farther inside me. He stopped again and bent low over my back, panting and tense. “God you feel so fucking good.”
“Keep going.”
“You sure?” Luca's voice trembled from holding back.
“Yes.”
Luca pushed until he sank into me fully, stopping only when I felt the coarse brush of hair pressing against the sensitive skin of my buttocks.
“I'm in,” he gasped.
“Give me a minute.” I dropped my body weight fully onto my head and shoulders and just rested there, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. He reached deeper than the plug, but wasn’t nearly as thick. The sensation was familiar, yet unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel him twitch and throb inside me, his legs straining against me, desperate to move, but holding back because I asked him to. I clenched my eyes shut and just let myself experience the moment.
“Are you okay?” Luca gripped my hips, his fingers digging in and massaging in a comforting rhythm. He always seemed to know, at a subconscious level, exactly what my body needed.
I nodded, my eyes still closed, but not quite so tightly. “Go slow.”
“You sure?” Even as he asked the question, he was pulling back, easing the length of his cock out until only the barest tip remained inside.
“Yes.” I gasped and held my breath as he pushed in again. He moved with excruciating care, so slow his progress was barely perceivable. But I still felt every burning moment. It seared my insides, flaring white and hot through my belly and cunt in a way that made me think that maybe, just maybe, I could come from being fucked this way. “More lube, please.”
It was strange being that desperately wet and yet still need the addition of lube to our sex act. We’d done enough that I trusted my body to know what it needed, and I trusted Luca enough to vocalize those needs. This one, however, still felt oddly misplaced.
The cool gel liquid of the lube soothed the rim of my anus as Luca added more. He moved his hips to work it around until he was able to glide with no resistance. “Better?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“Hold on.” Luca wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his palm flat against my lower abdomen. He hiked my hips up higher in the air and simultaneously pushed against the back of my neck with his other hand, pinning my upper body and dragging my ass up for better access. This was one of his favorite positions. He pushed against my neck and shoulders firmly, commanding me to stay put with his touch. “Just like this. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Luca’s words pulled a moan from deep inside me. It originated, I’m sure, somewhere in my cunt, and traveled up and out my throat in a low, desperate growl. Luca replaced his hands on my hips, his fingers digging in harder than before, and then he started to fuck me in earnest. No more careful, gentle exploration. He had permission to move, knew I was okay and eager to accept him fully, and he no longer held back.
“Mari,” Luca keened, a sound I rarely heard from him. “Mari, Jesus, so good. I can’t last. You’re so fucking tight.” He accentuated tight with a particularly hard thrust that flattened my body into the bed. He grunted and hauled me back into position. His hips never stopped fucking into me. He moved with a desperate, barely controlled rutting and I knew he was going to come before I could reach orgasm myself. That never, ever happened. He was far too careful with me.
“Luca, wait.”
“Jesus, fuck, Mari. Touch yourself. Please. I’m so fucking close.”
With permission to move, my hand flew to my clit. I was so wound from Luca’s attention already that night, it took only a few circles, a matter of seconds, for my body to clench, quaking, on the precipice of release.
“God, now. Come now.” Unlike his usual command, this was a plea. Luca was beyond his own control and knew it.
Heat and power built inside me, throbbing with each thrust and swipe over my clit. I climbed, and then flew, energy bursting through me like a nova of light. As my body shook with my orgasm, I felt Luca clench and jerk, coming inside me in a way that shook his whole body.
“Fuck.” He collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside my ass, as his body twitched and spasmed through the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck.”
Luca brushed my hair out of my face and twisted his body until he could kiss my mouth. His weight pressed me firmly into the mattress, grounding me in a way that I very much needed after such a powerful experience.
He eased out and rolled to the side then pressed his body tight against me and held me as we both tried to bring our breathing back to normal. I felt empty, but the yearning I felt earlier had been sated. Now I was just sore and ready for a break. My body, however, was a mess. I needed a shower before I could give in to the pull of sleep.
I started to rise and Luca pulled me back down. I turned until we were curled against one another, face to face. Luca stared into my eyes with so many questions rising to the surface in his. He gently smoothed my hair back and tucked it behind my ear.
“What?” I smiled softly at him.
“Tell me what I can do.” He held my gaze. The look in his eyes was searching, and painfully vulnerable.
“What do you mean?” I wanted to avert my eyes, to seek a moment of reprieve from the intensity focused upon me, but I didn’t.
“What do I need to do to make you believe in us?”
His words tore at me, knotting my stomach until I was on the verge of saying yes, I’m ready. I knew in my heart I wasn’t, but Luca knew just the right way to touch me emotionally as well as physically.
“I’m not trying to rush you. Not anymore. I just want to understand.” He curled his fingers around mine and my resistance crumbled even further.
“Our relationship has been like a fairy tale,” I said. “You sweep in and rescue me from my life on Friday and return me to it on Sunday night. Everything we share feels so far removed from my day to day existence. How do I know that we’ll survive merging the two? How can
you
be so sure?”
“I love you. That’s enough.”
“Maybe,” I agreed and gave in to the sweet kiss he pressed against my lips. Maybe it would work. Maybe we would last. For now, though, I wasn’t quite willing to risk the fairy tale in order to find out. I wanted to hold on to my Prince Charming as long as possible. No matter what Disney splashed at the end of their movies, Happily Ever After was not guaranteed.
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Luca stepped into the shower and pulled me in after, shielding my body from the spray. He liked it hotter than I did, so he enjoyed the higher temp for a few moments then adjusted it to a level we could both stand.
He encircled me with his arms and pulled me tight against his chest, then turned until my back was to the stream of water. It felt glorious, the water massaging my back and Luca’s solid form pressing against my front. As always when we were naked and close together, he got hard. His cock lengthened and strained against my belly.
In spite of that, showering together is an act of extreme coordination. It looks sexy in the movies, but it’s mostly about adjusting and getting out of the way so you can each take care of personal hygiene needs.
Luca soaped his body with a bar of organic goat’s milk soap he liked to use that lathered in his chest hair and made the rest of his body slick to the touch. He moved the soap over his private parts with an efficiency that made me wish he’d linger just a little longer. Then he shampooed his hair, rinsed, and it was my turn. I reached for the bottle of freesia scented bodywash that he keeps because he likes the way it smells on my skin. Luca intercepted my hand and pulled it to his mouth. He kissed my knuckles and said, “Allow me.”
First he shampooed and conditioned my hair, his fingers kneading and massaging my scalp until I moaned. He let me rinse my own hair, a practice born from the hard learned lesson that when he does it, I end up with soap in my eyes and that pretty much kills the whole sexy vibe of the experience. When I finished, he pulled me against him, my back to his chest.
“You feel good.”He moaned the words as he grinded his erection against my ass.
I pushed back against him. He distracted me in the most wonderful ways.
Luca held the bodywash in front of me and poured a generous amount into his other hand, far more than I would ever use. He began a slow, sensuous massage of my body, the pace and attention completely different to the time he spent on himself. He covered every part of my front, dedicating extra time to my breasts, which he squeezed and teased, pinching the nipples until I was so sharply turned on that I would start touching myself if he didn’t do something soon.
“Good?” he asked.
“God yes. Stop teasing.”
“Teasing?” He swooped his hands low and cupped my sex. “You think I’m teasing?” He palpitated his finger against my clit until I was moaning and grinding against him shamelessly. Then he stopped. “I would never tease you, Mari.”
“No,” I groaned. He was going to make me pay for being impatient.
He rinsed my body, letting the water sluice over my skin. He squeezed my breasts together, and pinched the nipples hard between his fingers as he held them in the direct spray of water. I’d never thought of Luca’s shower as particularly powerful until that moment when I was held at his mercy with the line of water pounding directly on my over sensitized nipples and flaring a direct line of arousal to my cunt.
“Jesus,” I gasped and reached behind me to find some part of Luca to hold onto. I grabbed his head with one hand and his hip with the other as I held my breath and waited for my body to come apart.
“Hmm,” he mused aloud. “Too easy.” He released my breasts and I slumped against him.
“Fuck,” I managed.
He slid his hands lower, until he once again cupped my mound. He pulled the flesh back and thrust against me until my hips were angled forward. The water hit my fully exposed clit with the same driving intensity and my knees buckled. I almost hit the tile floor, but he tightened his grip. He let the water work against me, then slid one finger slow and easy over the very tip.
“So hard,” Luca groaned with need and finally decided I’d had enough. He circled his fingers against my clit hard and fast until my body drew tight and flew apart under his touch.
He held me and whispered sweet things in my ear as I came down from my orgasm high.
“Good. Your front is all clean. Let’s take care of the back.” He turned me until I was facing the back wall. Still panting and disoriented, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Luca pressed my palms flat against the tile wall, pulled my hips back, and nudged my legs apart.
Once again I felt his soap slicked hands moving over my body in a hypnotic rhythm. I held my body still and let him take care of me, mostly because I was worn out but winding up all at the same time. That kind of dueling stimulus tended to render me immobile.