A Bird in the Oven - Kata Cuic Page 0,30
Do you prefer anal penetration over vaginal?”
He responds immediately, but his voice is still unnaturally growly. For Ollie. “Approximate because your responses hold the power of either distracting me or focusing my attention on my baser desires. We have not yet attempted a rear-entry position, but it is consistently listed as one which increases chances of conception due to its inherent allowable depth of penetration. Also, I do not wish to learn what your morning breath smells like. I have never attempted anal penetration due to the lengthy time of preparation necessary to make it comfortable for the receiving partner. I do not typically engage in sex with a partner long-term, therefore I have no basis for comparison to answer your question about which type of penetration I prefer.”
I’m playing with fire, but I roll onto my stomach. Maybe wiggle my ass a little for good measure, though it’s still covered by the sheets. I console myself with the idea that he won’t be exposed to my heinous morning breath this way. There are some hard limits that I’m more than willing to respect. “Please enlighten me on the long-term preparation necessary for anal penetration. I have never researched the topic before.”
He darts his glance to me for the briefest second before returning his eyes to the air in front of him, which means he’s still firmly in control of himself. “Contrary to popular cultural beliefs, one cannot simply penetrate the anus with even a less than average male sexual appendage without deliberate, measured preparation. To do so would likely result in tearing of the much thinner tissue of the rectum as opposed to the vagina or mouth, which are built to withstand an inward thrust of pressure and movement. Ideally, the progression of sexual acts should begin with light massage of the area, followed by insertion of a single, much less girthy diameter of a digit that is well lubricated, then slowly progressing to multiple fingers or toys with successful pleasure before ending in penile or likewise anal penetration.”
As expected, he’s thoroughly researched the topic. It’s a shameless boost for my self-esteem, but I plow through with my plans anyway. Even if we’ve gone a bit off topic. “You exhibit clear interest in anal penetration. I don’t understand why you’ve never followed through with your intent. It’s unlike you. You’re almost thirty, and you’ve had plenty of opportunity with more than willing women, I’m sure.”
An utterly animalistic noise erupts from his throat before he makes good on his warning. He roughly rolls me onto my stomach then hauls my hips into the air. “Do you want me to fuck your ass without any lube? Do you want me to tear your pretty little asshole to shreds with my cock?”
An electric shiver runs down my spine. In my wildest dreams, I never would have guessed Oliver had the ability to be a dirty talker. Is there anything this man can’t do? It takes every ounce of my will power to maintain focus. “No. I want you to begin my long-term preparations and to commence with your practice run of utilizing stronger sperm counts in the morning along with a deep penetration sexual position.”
Another growl then he magically produces the wedge-shaped pillow he purchased, stuffing it beneath me as a prop. A cold drizzle of liquid slides down my crack to my center, making his intentions obvious.
He leans down over me, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will finally have a good reason not to get out of bed for the rest of the day.”
“Ollie?” I say quickly as he grips my hips and positions me exactly the way he wants me. “You’re sore, too. Don’t hurt yourself, or we won’t be able to determine if either of us can withstand five sessions today.”
Instead of another growl or shoving himself into me as wildly as he did last night, he slowly nudges himself inside me, inch by grueling inch. The feeling of fullness he provides is unlike anything I’ve ever known. In spite of his gracious application of lube this morning, my sensitive skin stretches and burns to accommodate his length and girth. The pain balances the blissful ecstasy enough to keep me from losing my mind. This is Oliver. My Ollie. The man I wanted to be the first to claim me this way, but he never saw what was right in front of him all along. I want to be everything he