She bought a strap-on last week after I told her how much I wanted her to do unto me what I do unto her. I want to be your dog, I said, and she laughed but I could see she liked it too. I want to get on my knees and bite the pillow and I want you to pound me, I said, and her eyes sparkled hot.
We woke late from too much too late last night, laid there rubbing up against the world and each other, fine-tuned from the quiet and dark of sleep, raw too a little, from the only five hours since we had passed out in the bed. We laid there on our backs a long while watching the dust motes float through the thin stream of sunlight piercing the curtains, watched the traffic outside projected camera obscura onto the wall opposite the window, red truck, blue car, silver car, tractor trailer, my arm under her head her hand on my belly, it built slow, we let it grow unspeaking. She laid her leg over mine and rubbed her knee up over my dick and I breathed in deep and turned to her and kissed her open mouth, she outbreathed sleep scent — tart a little, a little furry, but from her insides so savory, sublime.
She took my penis in her hand and pulled at it and we kissed and I opened my eyes and looked at her and pulled my lips away. I want that, I said, and looked over her to the bureau. She knew what I meant. She reached behind her and opened the top drawer and brought it out. You want this? She said and I looked at her and nodded. You want me to give it to you? she said, and I nodded again. Turn over then, she said and she got up on her knees and wrapped the belt around her waist and snapped into the harness.
She reached over me into the drawer and pulled out the bottle of goo and sat back down over her feet. I rolled over and crouched there on my knees and elbows prone over the bed, my head turned to one side I watched her pour a puddle into her hand and slide her hand over the knob and the shaft and spread the goo thick and even, doing to her cock like I had done to my own however many times before. I breathed in deep with the expectation of it and she looked up at me my ass wagging in the air and smiled down at me. I got up on my hands and she came up against me and I felt the cold unyielding hardness of it slide over my ass.
She took it in her hand and pointed it up at me and I convexed down for her to reach up into me. This might take some work, I said, nervous a little at the size of it. Work is sexy, she said, the tip of the dildo resting against my ass, and with one easy shove pegged me perfectly, the strap biting into my ass as she came to rest against me. Oh my god, I gasped and she rested there still a beat to give me time to recover. Slow, I said and she did, slipping out deliberate, methodical, a minutelong withdrawal over six or seven inches. How’s that? she said, and I whispered Good, between my teeth, focused on staying open, willing muscle to loose. Good, she said, and sank in deep again and I gasped again. I leaned down and put my face into the pillow. This gets easier, I told myself, she’s taken this from me more than once…
She pulled out slow again and slid in deep and pulled out and slid in, her hand resting on my back my face buried in the pillow my eyes squinched tight. The pain subsided, muscle stretched wide, her cock drove deep, and the sense of her grew. This is you, I said to her over my shoulder. Yeah, she said, this is me, and she slid in deep and the slap of her thighs against my ass punctuated the words and echoed against the walls. She fucked me slow like that for a long while and I reached my one hand behind me and felt for her and she gave me her hand and I reached with my other and yanked at my dick.
She kept shoving into me steady and slow and I pulled at my dick and felt a tug deep in my guts when she slipped out and a fullness — not like I had thought it would be but like the feeling of a not unpleasant shit – when she drove her cock deep into me. The slow steady smack of her skin against mine and my dick hard in my hand, pulling at it faster now, hungry to jump the cliff and dash myself frenzied against the rocks below, pulling myself higher with my hand, driven forward by her cock, my breath coming in hitches, the cliff right below my feet and then skidding to a stop, a stillness, an opening wider than I had ever felt, a total surrender, and she drove into me deep and I came with an explosion that clenched my spine from ass to eyes, stopped my breath and wracked my chest, and let me go with a shudder.
She held still in me, quiet as I gasped for breath, and I laid there a long time resting in the easy lull after the torrent that had just stormed through me. That was me inside you, she said. Yeah, I whispered, that was you.