Anal - when “no” becomes “yes, please!”
She had made it very clear from the start that anal was her thing.
Unlike most women however, she was not talking of her bottom that needed penetration.
Frankly, he was not so sure. Why? Just for the sake of humiliation?
Patiently she explained it was not about debasing him but to lay claim on him in the most primal way, to own all of him, to be closer, inside of him.
Now, that didn’t sound so bad.
What he had not reckoned with was the way she would go about it. He assumed it would be an unceremonious “finger up his bum and done”, hopefully without too much pain and ok to endure for her.
They had been lying on the bed for a while and she was driving him insane with desire. Her hands were caressing his body incessantly, his chest, his thighs, while her soft warm body writhed against his.
Whenever she moved up his thighs he let out a little moan, hoping she would finally touch his balls or his cock that had been let out of its cage but completely ignored.
He was hard and leaking, relishing the feeling of his throbbing erection.
Then, finally, her hands didn’t stop in their upward movement, instead they slowed down, her fingernails digging into his skin, leaving traces of their journey up the inside and underside of his thighs and eventually came to a rest on his perineum. He moaned as her fingertips brushed over his hairless skin, spreading his legs wider.
She took her time, God knows she took her time! such a tease!
Up and down his perineum, along his aching balls, back and forth with touches so soft they felt like butterfly wings on his skin.
He had entered the blissful state of sub space, completely lost in her and the moment.
Her other hand was playing with his hair and holding his face close to the bend of her neck. She loved having him this close, so she would miss none of his little sounds and the ragged breath of his arousal exhaled into her ear did magic to her own arousal.
He had now started moving with her rhythm, his hips rolling against her hand, ever so subtly trying to orchestrate her moves. But of course she saw straight through his game and always stopped short in her tracks right before touching his anus.
Why didn’t she ? She had said she wanted him that way. She had listened to his concerns, acknowledged them and promised to be careful, but insisted she wanted it. She’d wait until he was ready, there was no rush.
He slowly opened his eyes and his gaze met hers before their lips interlocked in a kiss. It was then that her fingers moved between his buttocks and along his bum crack.
He moaned into her and his arm holding her grabbed her closer.
With inhuman patience she continued the slow teasing, fingertips brushing all the way from his balls over the perineum and along the crack over and over again, irregular stops to circle his anus thrown in the mix.
By now his precum had formed a puddle on his stomach and was running down his side.
She noticed, stopped in her track and wet her fingers in it before placing them on his lips and pushing them into his mouth. It was then he realised he wished it was not his mouth she was fucking with her finger. It was then he realised he would be begging her to take him like she had wanted all along.
He was ready. And to his own surprise he heard his own voice, trembling with desire, moan “Please! Please take me, please fuck me!”
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