content warnings: smut (+18), pet names, squirting for the first time, grinding maybe, english is not my first language.
You’re bent over the table again, the familiar coolness of the wood pressing into your stomach and breasts, grounding you as your body hums with heat and exhaustion from what’s already happened. Your arms tremble as your hands clutch the edges, fingers digging into the grain, your knuckles whitening with the effort to hold yourself steady. Your ass is high in the air, soft and round, quivering slightly from the tension in your muscles. Chris stands behind you, his presence a solid, commanding weight. His hands find your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh with a grip that’s both possessive and steadying, anchoring you in place. The air around you is thick, heavy with the musky scent of sweat and sex, your breaths mingling in sharp, uneven gasps. His cock, hard and insistent, brushes against the curve of your ass, teasing for just a moment before he shifts, guiding it downward to nudge at your slick, swollen entrance.
He doesn’t rush. “You good, baby?” he asks, his voice a low growl, rough around the edges from exertion and arousal. His breath fans hot against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth radiating from your skin.
You nod, though your voice betrays you, coming out shaky and desperate. “Yeah—God, Chris, just—please.” You can barely form the words, your mind already fraying at the edges, overwhelmed by the lingering echoes of pleasure from before.
He chuckles, dark and rich, the sound vibrating through you as he presses the tip of his cock against you. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he slides into you. It’s deep, unhurried, every inch stretching you open as your walls clench around him, adjusting to his size. The sensation is overwhelming—full, almost too much, your body still hypersensitive from the last round. He sinks in all the way, his hips flush against your ass, and pauses there, letting you feel him, letting the weight of him settle inside you. His hands roam up your back, tracing the dip of your spine with a touch that’s both tender and possessive, before sliding back to grip your hips again.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice thick with reverence. “You’re so damn perfect—tight, wet, gripping me like you were made for this.” His words sink into you, stoking the fire already burning low in your belly.
You moan, the sound spilling out unbidden, raw and needy. Your hips twitch back against him instinctively, urging him on. “Chris—move, please, I—I need it.”
He doesn’t give in to your plea for speed. Instead, he starts to move with that same maddening slowness, pulling out until just the tip remains, then thrusting back in, deep and controlled. Each stroke is precise, his cock dragging along your inner walls, pressing against every sensitive spot inside you. Your ass jiggles with every thrust, the soft flesh bouncing in rhythm with his movements, and you can feel his gaze on it, heavy and hungry. His hands slide to your cheeks, kneading them, spreading them apart as he watches himself disappear into you.
“Shit, look at that,” he says, voice dripping with lust. “Your ass—so fucking gorgeous, bouncing like that while I fuck you slow. Could watch this all day.”
The pace is torturous, each thrust building a slow, simmering pressure inside you. Your toes curl against the floor, your breath hitching as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. It’s not the frantic, crashing release you’re used to—this is something else, something deeper, more consuming. Your body starts to tremble, a fine tremor running through your thighs and up your spine. You don’t understand it, this strange, overwhelming sensation bubbling up inside you, different from anything you’ve felt before.
“Chris—” you gasp, your voice shaking, barely coherent. “Fuck, it—it feels different. Too much, I—I don’t know what it is—”
He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, the heat of his skin searing into yours. His lips brush your ear, his voice low and soothing despite the roughness of his breathing. “Shh, baby, just let it come. Whatever it is, I’ve got you. Trust me.”
You whimper, nodding weakly, trying to surrender to the feeling even as it scares you. His thrusts don’t waver—slow, deep, relentless—each one pushing that pressure higher, stretching it taut like a wire about to snap. Your moans turn sharper, more desperate, your body arching, ass lifting higher as you instinctively chase the sensation. His cock hits that spot inside you, again and again, with a precision that makes your vision blur.
“Oh God—Chris, it’s—it’s too intense, I—I think I’m—” Your words dissolve into a cry, your mind too scrambled to finish the thought. You don’t know what’s happening, only that it’s building, unstoppable, a tidal wave rising inside you.
He growls low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Let it out—give it to me. Wanna feel you lose it.”
And then it happens. The pressure breaks, shattering through you with a force that steals your breath. A gush of warmth floods from you, sudden and powerful, soaking your thighs, his cock, the table beneath you. You squirt, hard and unrestrained, the liquid spilling out in a rush as your body convulses, a scream ripping from your throat. The orgasm is blinding, raw, tearing through you in waves that leave you trembling and gasping, your mind wiped blank by the intensity.
Chris stills, buried deep inside you, his breath catching audibly. “Holy—fuck, did you just—?” His voice is thick with shock, his hands frozen on your hips as he processes what just happened.
You’re shaking, panting, your body still clenching around him as aftershocks ripple through you. “I—I didn’t know—I didn’t know I could—” Your voice is small, dazed, your thoughts a jumbled mess.
He pulls out slowly, almost reverently, and you feel another trickle of liquid escape you, dripping down your legs. He stares, eyes wide, his cock still hard and glistening with your release. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes, a mix of awe and disbelief in his tone. “That was—you’re fucking unreal.”
You collapse forward onto the table, your chest heaving, your legs too weak to hold you up. He steps closer, his hands gentle now as they stroke your back, your thighs. “You okay?” he asks, softer this time, concern threading through the lingering heat in his voice.
“Yeah,” you manage, though your voice is barely a whisper. “I just—fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He laughs, low and rough, still sounding a little stunned. “Me neither. Didn’t even know you had that in you. Shit, I didn’t know I could get you there like that.”
You turn your head to look at him, catching the mix of pride and amazement in his eyes. “You—you didn’t expect that either?”
“Hell no,” he says, shaking his head. “Thought you were just gonna come like usual. Didn’t know you were gonna fucking explode like that. That was—fuck, that was insane.”
Your lips twitch into a weak smirk, your body still buzzing. “Guess we’re both surprised.”
He grins, but there’s a glint in his eyes, a spark of something hungry and determined. “Oh, we’re not done figuring this out,” he says, his voice dropping lower. He steps between your legs again, nudging them apart with his knee. “Gonna see if I can make you do it again. Wanna feel that all over me one more time.”
