ever-so-slowly deeper. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. That somehow, in some way she didn’t understand, if he just sped up a little, she might find ecstasy from just this alone.
Back and forth, slowly, carefully, he worked her for a few more minutes. He poured a little more oil. “Here comes three.”
This time he didn’t wait for her to nod. He didn’t need to. She was already mewling with each press into her body. She had stopped struggling a long time ago. And as his third finger joined the other two, she arched her back, moaning loudly against the gag.
The sound Simon made behind her was similarly profane. This time, he sped up just a little. She found herself leaning back against him, wanting more. Wanting him to go just a little farther.
“I think it’s time, don’t you?” He pulled his hand from her. He was over her then, his hand against the bed by her head, his other hand holding himself at that part of her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Do you want it, Cora dear?”
She swallowed against the gag in her mouth. She nodded. She did. She very much did.
“Take a deep breath.”
He pressed against her. He was certainly more than just a few fingers! It didn’t feel possible—it was going to hurt!
The pressure built, and then he was there. Just the start. Just a little. She waited for the sting. The pain. The scream that he’d pull from her throat. But none of it happened. She forced herself to breathe.
Simon was gasping for air over her, his head lowered, his forehead against her temple. “Damn it. That was nearly it for me, right there. Damn it.” He chuckled breathlessly. “I’ve never done this before, I admit. I wasn’t expecting that.” He pressed his hips down on her, sinking just a little deeper, and let out a low groan. “Oh, Cora…if you’re going to tell me to stop, do it now before it’s too late.”
She mumbled something against the gag.
“Hm? Oh. Yes.” He pulled his tie from her mouth. “I forgot.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Hello, darling. How’re you doing down there? I’m just peachy back here.”
“God, I fucking hate you sometimes.”
“Mmh, no, you don’t.” He thrust forward, putting another inch of him inside her. Their sounds of pleasure were mutual, tangled together just as much as their bodies. “I don’t think you hate me, or this, at all. Well? Would you like me to stop?” He reached a hand underneath her, toying with her sensitive bud of nerves.
She bit her lip, stifling her cry. She felt so unnaturally and impossibly full. And he wasn’t even anywhere near seated inside her. And she wanted more. “Stop gloating.”
“Spoilsport.” He straightened up again, taking her hips in his hands. The strings holding her in place loosened just enough that he could pull her down to meet his slow movement forward. “Although…I suppose I shouldn’t compl—ah—complain.”
He repeated the pattern he had done to her with his fingers. Inching forward, backing out by half, only to venture a little deeper, and back out. Each time he went just a little farther, she felt her body light up in ecstasy, threatening to send her over the cliff into bliss. Her body was buzzing like it was electric.
“That’s a much nicer expression. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” When she glared back at him, he chuckled. “I’m not trying to rub in my victory. On second thought…that is, I suppose, literally what I am trying to do, well—nngh—” He paused and lowered his head, taking a deep breath and letting it out. He shuddered as he clearly struggled to stay in control of himself. He let out a long rush of air. “You are exquisite, Cora. And this—this may be the single most erotic moment of my life. I simply want to make sure you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
He pressed himself farther into her, and this time she could feel him against her, buried to the hilt. He leaned his weight on her, pulling her to meet his attempts to go just a little deeper.
And that was too much for her. She gasped and wailed, burying her face in the crook of her arm as ecstasy rushed through her, flooding her body in her release. She might have cried his name. She wasn’t quite sure. Her head was reeling.
When she finally came down from her cloud, he was kissing her shoulders,