Beg for It(62)

He had done what she’d asked of him, and it was beautiful.

Setting the tray on the table next to a few of the candles, Corinne crossed to the bed. “Good boy.”

He smiled, but said nothing. His fingers twitched, though. He breathed deep, his body moving. His cock was long, thick, and totally hard, the tip just barely brushing the crisp white sheets.

“I’m going to f*ck you,” she said.

He let out a small sigh, but said nothing.

From the bag she’d tucked inside the guest closet he’d shown her, otherwise empty except for the dress she’d hung there, she took out what she’d bought earlier. The clerk had made sure she knew precisely how to put it together, so she didn’t have to fuss with securing the dildo to the harness. She’d also picked up a bottle of special lube.

She had everything she needed, but she was far from ready. How had she managed this, before? Had they both simply been so young and lust-crazed that everything had seemed easy? Facing Reese on the bed, Corinne tried to focus on how turned on she was at the sight of him presented for her, but she was letting herself get distracted at how she was going to look once she donned the strap-on.

It helped that he wasn’t looking at her. She slipped her legs through the spaces in the harness, adjusting it at her waist so the artificial cock pressed just right against her clit. The curve of the dildo was meant to press his prostate, which it wouldn’t do in the position he was in, but she would worry about that in a minute or so. For now, she got on her knees behind him, the bed dipping as she did.

Her hands smoothed over his ass cheeks. “Tell me how it feels to wait for me like this.”

“Exposed. Excited.” Reese’s voice was a little slurred, though not, she thought, from too much wine. “I’m remembering how it was before, but thinking it will be different now.”

She ran her hands down his thighs, then up again, stroking his skin. She tugged the ring of the plug gently. “And this?”

He groaned at the motion of the plug. “Good. It’s good…”

“What’s it feel like?”

“Pressure. Fullness. It was almost too much at first; it’s been a long time. But the longer I wore it, the more I could feel it, pressing me inside. My cock is dripping, Ma’am.”

She looked. “There’s a nice little wet spot there on the bed.”

He thrust forward a bit. “I want to…I want to f*ck against it… If I bear down, it’s even better. Or worse. I’m going crazy for you, Ma’am. Please f*ck me.”

“Not yet.” She toyed with the plug again, not pulling it out, easing off when she felt the toy begin to move.

Reese groaned and shook a little bit. “Fuck, it feels so f*cking good.”

Corinne smiled. “I’m glad. I want you to feel good for me.”

She’d never had a lover who hadn’t tried to get into her ass, but Reese had been the only man who’d ever responded positively to her getting into his. What had happened naturally for them had become weird with other lovers, and after the first time she’d been soundly and embarrassingly rejected, she’d never really tried to play that way with anyone else. So many things, she thought as she tugged again on the toy, had been special to only him.

“I’m gonna come,” he muttered.

“No, you’re not.” She tugged the toy again, then let it settle back inside him.

“Please, Ma’am, I want to taste your *, I want to make you come first, please, or else I’m going to, and you won’t…”

“I will, don’t worry.”

He quieted. “I want to make sure you’re happy.”

“I know, puppy.” She kissed his butt cheeks one at a time, laughing.

He laughed, too, moving. “Ffff*ck…”

Carefully, she eased the toy out of him, pleased to see that in addition to the candles, he’d also thought ahead to putting down a towel. She set the toy on it as Reese moaned, hips thrusting again a couple times before he stilled himself. She let her hand move between his legs to stroke him, feeling the slickness there.

“On your back.”

He moved, rolling onto his back as she positioned herself between his legs. He was already pulling his knees back. Staring down at him, Corinne ran her hands over his skin—knees, thighs, belly. She gave his cock another couple strokes but stopped when it throbbed in her fist.

“Slow,” Reese said.

“Of course.”

She coated her fingers and the strap on with the thick, unscented lube. She used her middle and forefinger to press his tight ring, finding it already open for her after the use of the plug. Her fingers slid inside him with little resistance, and she curled them upward in a come-here gesture that had him bucking and crying out in seconds.

She stopped, her other hand flat on his belly to soothe him. “Hush.”

Reese opened his eyes to meet hers. “Corinne… I haven’t…”

“I know. Shhh.”

He swallowed hard, licking his lips. She let her hand rub his belly in small circles. Her fingers inside him pressed upward again in a slow rhythm. She watched him close his eyes and move with her. After a minute or so, she withdrew her fingers and pressed the tip of the dildo against him. Then, slowly, she breached him, filling him until she’d settled inside all the way.