He caught and punished me by running his tongue between my legs for endless minutes. In return, I surrendered, my white flag inching higher with every orgasm. Not once since we got back to the resort has his stamina wavered, nor has he gone more than a few minutes without growing hard—and I’ve loved every literal fucking second of it. He stands behind me now, the man I’ve fallen hopelessly obsessed with, sun-tinted dark olive skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his eyes hooding as he gently probes me.
“Better?” he murmurs after adding another finger and pumping them in and out of me until he’s able to do so more easily. My eyes go half-mast, mouth parting as the foreign sensation becomes oddly pleasurable. The carnal lust in his own hooded eyes spurs me on as I gaze at his reflection, just as lust drunk. Jade-amber fire licks flames down my reflection as he positions himself back where we started on our second attempt. In the last several hours, he’s made diligent work of claiming as many sexual firsts as I’ve listed, this one his final frontier.
“Push out, baby,” he orders gruffly, and I do as he thrusts in. My legs nearly give out as a wave of pain courses through me.
“Look at me, Beauty,” he orders, “watch me take your ass.” I do, soaking in the pleasure in his expression, not wanting to deny him this or anything else for that matter. Abs glistening, eyes darkening by the second, he keeps me engaged as he grips my hips and pushes in further, claiming. I can practically see the ‘mine’ in his eyes even as he whispers encouragement. “Almost there,” he grits out. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight.”
“Easton,” I whimper, the shake in my voice a dead giveaway. “Do it, now, please,” I beg, the discomfort becoming close to unbearable.
He thrusts all the way in as I arch my back, the pain briefly blinding me as he mutters, “Jesus Christ.” His eyes frantically search my face. “Okay?”
“Hell no,” I croak, “but don’t stop.”
“Sure?”
“Easton,” I whimper, the pain overtaking any pleasurable sensation.
He guides my hand between my legs before gripping a lone finger and running it along the side of my clit, the result surprising as pleasure comes instantly. “This, right here, is your sweet spot.”
Apparently.
“Don’t stop,” he orders, and I nod, bracing myself with one arm while massaging myself with the other. The pain subsides slightly as he dips and darts his tongue along my back. “So fucking sweet. Ready?”
“No,” I pant.
“You have to relax.”
I narrow my eyes. “Want to switch positions real quick, husband, so I can give the same lecture? Pretty sure this wasn’t anywhere in the brochure.”
He barks out a laugh. “Baby, we can stop,” he pants. The pleasure due to his subtle movement quickly draining all humor away. “Let’s stop,” he murmurs, palming my back as I object.
“Don’t you dare! We’re doing this. Just…make it better.”
Expression tense, nostrils flaring, I know he’s restraining himself as he slowly pulls back and thrusts in. When he manages a few more without an answering whimper, I start to relax a little. The second I do, his strokes become easier as he starts a rhythm, lust oozing from him as he watches me massage myself.
“Better?” He grits out, running a palm over my ass cheeks.
“Yessss,” I hiss as I relax a little more, the foreign sensation overtaking me in a slightly more pleasurable way. He picks up his pace watching my every movement, his jaw going slack.
“F-f-feel g-good?” I ask as I begin to sync into the slow-building rhythm with him, the worst of the discomfort behind me.
“So fucking good, baby, I love you so much,” he rasps out, his voice velvet. “You’re so goddamned beautiful. I can’t get enough.”
“Then take more,” I order as I push back, meeting his thrusts. The act spiking my arousal further as his hunger increases, his eyes flaring unmistakably.
“Fuck, Natalie…don’t, I’m going to fucking explode.”
But I do, and in return, I elicit a groan I’ve never heard from him that spurs me on as I massage myself faster and begin backing onto him with every thrust. He slows our pace enough to press thick fingers inside me before running them along my walls. Sensation instantly overwhelms me as he simultaneously seems to push every button I have. Within a few more targeted strokes, my entire body succumbs before seizing. Pleasure rips through me like a tsunami as I toss my head back and scream out his name. A string of curses leaves him as he bites his lip, grips my hips, and begins pounding into me, prolonging my orgasm before he himself capitulates, belting out a harsh “Fuck! Fuck!”