running his fingers cover my clit. And in seconds it’s like the sun breaks over the horizon as a perfect orgasm washes up and over and through. I clench down on his cock, and he grits his teeth. He loves it when I do that because it feels good, and he hates it when I do that because he doesn’t last as long.
The pleasure lingers in me as I come down from the high of climax, and Tristan pulls the panties out of my mouth. “Good?”
“Good,” I say. Ready for more. I’m always ready for more when it comes to him.
“As fun as it would be to have you gagged your first time, I need you to be able to speak during this part.” He’s already reaching between us, taking out the plug and lubing up my ass. His cock is already slick from me. “Okay,” I say.
“Nervous?”
I nod. “A little.” But I trust him implicitly. Tristan would never hurt me on purpose. And even though I’ve been practicing with the plugs for months, nothing actually prepares me for the feeling of his cock against my ass. It is bigger, and god knows it’s longer. Hot and thick and I try to relax because I know that this is the only way it’s going to work.
“Easy,” he says.
I let my head fall forward against his shoulder. He slips a little deeper, entering inch by inch, and by some miracle I take him. It feels the same and different. Nerves I didn’t know existed are coming to life, and everything else is tingling with awareness and additional sensation.
“Nicola.” Tristan’s voice is ragged.
I kiss him softly, gently, and he pushes in deeper. Impossibly deep until I think he’s all the way. I feel like I can’t breathe but it also feels good in a way I can’t describe. Ambient and cloudy but delightful. “Is it what you hoped for?”
He groans loudly. “More than. And I plan on taking your ass in every position imaginable, now that you can take it.”
“Is that right?”
“It is.” It’s a matter-of-fact statement. “And now I have all your firsts.”
“They were always yours,” I say. “Always.”
Tristan pulls back and thrusts in and oh. My. God. That feels strange and amazing and suddenly he’s thrusting into my ass and I think that I might come. My clit is so brutally sensitive that I think a simple breeze would send me over the edge, and he hasn’t touched it once since I came. The friction in my ass is spreading erotic sensation to every part of me, and I love it. It’s a deeper and sweeter feeling than I’m used to, and when this orgasm comes it’s because Tristan is fucking deep, steadily, and angling himself just right.
The explosion rolls in like the tide, starting in my clit and spinning outwards until I’m completely overcome. It feels so good that I can’t even scream if I wanted to. Tristan puts his mouth on my skin, kissing my neck and collarbone, holding me close as he drives into me, before cursing far too loudly and pouring his cum into my ass. The heat inside makes me ache with need. I could go again right now if he wanted to, and I would.
I rest my forehead against his, and we breathe together. “That was so weird,” I tell him. “But amazing. You’re going to have to do that again.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, Nicola. I like your ass too much to stay away for long.”
“What kind of plan do you have?”
“Well,” he says, pretending to not have already thought of it. “I’m going to sit for a few minutes right here with my wife in my lap, and I’m going to drink my coffee. Then I’m going to stand you up, bend you over that railing and give your ass the fucking it truly deserves, and I don’t give a shit if the neighbors see or hear.”
I smile. He’s been calling me his wife for weeks even though we’re not married yet. “Are you going to untie my hands while we sit here?”
Tristan lifts his coffee cup to his lips. “No, I am not. In fact, I might just gag you again.”
“Before you do,” I say. “I have one more surprise for you.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Seriously? This was already a pretty good surprise.”
“I think this one might be better, and it’s another first. Since my hands are useless, the surprise is in the pocket.”
Fishing inside the pocket of the hoodie, he finds