But just as fast as the kiss starts, he pulls away, leaving me breathless. He doesn’t give me a chance to blink or even think, before grabbing both of my shoulders, turning me around, so that my back is facing him. Keeping my body relaxed, he slowly slides the hand that was on my neck down, to the middle of my back, and then gently pushes me forward.
I know what the silent command means, so I lay chest down onto the bed, waiting for what is going to come next. Turning my head, so I’m more comfortable, I get why he wanted me to keep my heels on. The way I’m positioned now, gives him full control over me, while making sure I’m comfortable as well.
With my heart thumping wildly in my chest, I swallow hard, wondering what he’s doing. I can’t see him, but I know he’s nearby. I can feel his presence, as if he’s gazing at me. The longer I lay on the bed, hands stretched out in front of me, the more my pussy throbs, wanting to be filled.
“What a sight,” he praises, and I close my eyes for a moment, relishing his praise. I never knew how good it would feel to hear something like that from him, but it does. It makes me feel less insecure about having my entire body laid out wide open for him to gaze at. “There are so many things I want to do to you, Trixie.”
A shiver runs through me, hearing the excitement in his voice. Snapping my eyes open, I let out a sigh, once his hands finally begin to touch me. They slowly start at my thighs, and then move up towards my back.
“I need you to pick a safe word, before I begin,” he claims, as he still continues to pet me.
He lets me think about a word for a moment, and once I finally have it, I utter, “Teal.” I don’t add that it’s my favorite color, but I do remember Kendra telling me to choose something that’s easy to remember.
“Teal it is then,” he says, and then I feel his hands leave me.
Moving my head, I watch, as he reaches forward, grabbing whatever he tossed on the bed earlier. My mouth goes dry, as my stomach clenches, realizing what he now holds in his hands. As if he can feel my entire body tense, he drops the bottle of lube, and then begins to rub my back again.
“Relax, Trixie, and trust me.”
Swallowing hard, I do so, but I’m a little worried. Not only do I notice the bottle of lube, but I also notice the butt plug as well. One thing about me being so open with sex, I’ve searched a lot for different varieties of toys, and anal play was never on the top of my list. But I’m going to trust that Sebastian knows what he’s doing, and that he’ll make me feel nothing but pleasure.
As I relax once more, he uses both hands to spread my legs out further. I hear the rustling of clothes as well, and my heart pounds away, as I lay there for him, waiting for what’s to come. Once the rustling stops, he leans down, and I moan, feeling his body heat. God, I wish he would flip me over, so that I could admire him. Either way, I’m grateful to be able to feel him.
“You’ve been such a good little pet,” he praises, as he runs his fingers through my hair. I turn my head more to the side, relishing in the sweet gesture. With his other hand, he runs it up and down my ass cheek, and once again, I’m wet and ready for him. “Don’t forget to use your safe word, if you need it,” he calmly states. Even though I didn’t forget about it, it’s nice to know that he’s still thinking about me and my needs.
It still shocks me at how thoughtful he is, when it comes to being with him.
As his hand on my ass starts to move towards my aching core, my breath begins to race, waiting and wanting him to touch me, where I crave most. “Is your sweet pussy wanting more, milyy pitomet?”
My answer is a loud moan, especially when he slides a finger down the slit of my pussy. “Fuck, you’re always so wet and ready for me,” he groans, as two of his fingers easily slip inside me, and my breath hitches.
With his weight on top of me, I can’t move, even if I wanted to, but at the same time, I’m starting to love having to stay still, letting him have his way with me. It’s also becoming easier to do, especially as his fingers begin to thrust in and out of me slowly. I moan, savoring all the sensations he’s already bringing out of me, and I know he’s only getting started.
His light touch with my hair changes as well, turning into a tight grip with his fist. “Sebastian,” I cry out, as his thumb starts to rub on my clit.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve just had an orgasm. It wouldn’t matter, if he fucked me all night long and gave me a million orgasms. I’m always going to want more from him, and that’s the case now. I feel the familiar urge to let go coming up fast, but I clench my walls around his fingers, hoping to stop it from consuming me.
“Let me feel you, milyy pitomets,” he demands, surprising me more than anything. And let go I do. It only takes one more thrust, before I’m calling out his name. My orgasm rips through me, completely and utterly stealing my breath from my
