finger slips inside me, and that’s it.
Game over.
How I don’t scream, I’ve no idea.
It throbs in my throat until I feel like I’m suffocating, and for a few seconds, maybe I am.
Maybe I’m choking on air, because the need to release all these wonderfully chaotic feelings is overwhelming me.
But then, just as it starts to overtake everything, it’s ratcheted up another level until I feel like I can fly.
When the orgasm slams into me? I crumple. My bones melt, my body turns to goo. I flop into the wall, and still, he eats at me like he’s ravenous for my pussy, and God help me, but I hope he is.
I can feel the crucifix knocking into my face, the cold gilt burning me for my sins, and I turn my face away, but not enough.
It’s there.
Just as he is.
Always.
God guiding me, forever, to Savio.
A keening sound is torn from me as I’m forced up the mount to bliss once more, but he stops the second I make that noise, and I tense as the realization I fucked up hits me square in the heart.
His fingers dig into my butt, hard enough to mark, but I like the pain. I love that he’ll have marked me.
Out of nowhere, I’m pushed off him, and just as I fear he’s going to storm off, I’m thrown over his lap. One of his legs comes over both of mine, and his hand comes down on my butt.
He delivers sharp, hard slaps that make me squirm on his knee. Nine in total, each harder than the last. Then, he leans down, takes some of my flesh between his teeth and bites down hard enough to make me squeal.
I almost choke on my tongue, but when he moves his leg, changing my position so only one of mine is held down by his, I’m not surprised that his fingers go to my cunt.
He spears me on two digits, scissoring them wide, and with his other hand, he starts spanking me once more.
The cold, hard slaps, the thrust of his fingers, it’s nothing like I thought my first time would be, and while there are tears in my eyes, it’s from happiness.
Each spank triggers a sweet release that has me creaming around his fingers.
Each hard thrust makes me squirm and rock back into his punishment.
I did the crime, I’ll more than gladly do the time.
When he pulls out, then starts tapping my pussy, I barely refrain from groaning. Staying silent is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
And I just had brain surgery.
So, yeah, that tells you how impossible this feels.
I shudder instead, forcing the pleasure back inside me until my muscles turn to goo once more.
As an orgasm rips through me, I have no place to go, nowhere I’d rather be, than impaled on a part of him.
When I fall lax, limp on his lap, his hand, wet from my juices, drifts over my butt and to my back.
They trace over my wings, making me shiver, the skin pucker with goose flesh, and I arch my spine a little, needing to move as that delicate touch forces me to respond.
When I’ve stopped panting, he rights me, propping me up once more until I’m sitting on his lap, and when I am, he twists me to straddle his thighs, and I spread my legs so that his cock nudges against my pussy.
He reaches between us, all the while his eyes are on me, and grabs his dick. When he pushes it into me, I tense, because he’s thick and I’m small, but slowly, my slick pussy accepts him.
Just the tip.
I take a deep breath, force myself to open up to him in all things, then take as much of him as I can in this position.
I’ve never felt so open, so exposed until that moment, and I’ve been in surgery. I’ve had people helping me do the most menial tasks that everyone takes for granted until we’re no longer able.
This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been in my whole life, and I could think of no other person I want to be like this with than Savio.
He stuns me by surging onto his feet, one arm banded under my butt, the other at my hips, prompting me to grip him around the waist and squeeze him tightly. When he walks us to the door, his dick moves, doing weird things inside me that have me squirming, as well as make me slide down him