She wasn’t sure if she could handle anymore as his orgasm exploded within her. It felt so warm. So right. Her insides drank his seed with such hunger, she was almost scared of herself. Scared of what that hunger implied.
His penis rubbed portions of her she never knew existed. Throbbed like a second heartbeat that felt so…familiar. Even as they labored to catch their breaths, she could feel the fullness he gave her. A feeling that she was scared would turn cavernous once removed.
Taking her time, Ehma eased her heels down onto the lip of the bathtub as his guttural breaths tapered against her chest. She held him there. He’d need time to recover from his own tremors. And that would give her a moment to enjoy his hair, what felt like wet silk between her fingers.
How much time passed, she wasn’t sure. A swell of emotions raged in her chest, and she wondered if he could hear them. All fighting to be acknowledged at once. When his lips closed around her areola, she thought maybe he had.
The suckling led to other things and before she knew it he was setting her down in the spray of the showerhead. In her weakened state, she probably couldn’t handle anymore—but he wanted more, so what could she do?
When a hand wrenched at her hair, there was no time to vocalize her pleasure. His lips crashed into hers too quick. Too brutal.
All she could do was moan into his mouth as two fingers pinched at the swollen hood of her clit. A second hand slicked through the crack of her ass and she nearly jumped when a single finger teased against her anus. For several long moments he just stood there with his penis propped against her side, one hand attending to her sensitive labial folds, and another easing rhythmically against her ass.
Had she ever liked anal, or even thought about letting a boy do that to her? She thought no, but there was a strange feeling deep in her heart that said yes. Yes she liked it. If it was him.
If it’s what he wants.
When the tip of his finger dipped into her tight ring, her body sank forward. Not out of pain. Not out of surprise. She pulled at his cock and after giving a sensuous kiss to his foreskin, then used the spear to direct him behind her.
What am I doing? Ehma didn’t quite understand why it felt so good, slapping his cock against her clit and then leaning forward only to back her ass up against his swollen helmet. She did it anyway. That must have triggered something in him as well, because in seconds a thick coat of saliva was smeared against her puckered hole.
She couldn’t take something this big in her ass. He would tear her to pieces. Still, take it she would. She’d take every last inch and drain him of any cum that remained. His seed was hers.
Before she lost her nerve, she started forcing herself back. He grunted at her earnest motions and she felt a thumb press down on the tip. Every conscious thought thereafter went towards relaxing her muscles for him and just as soon as she thought she could take it—literally that exact moment—the head slipped passed her ring.
“Shit,” he moaned as he pulled back gently against the pressure.
Ehma’s entire body clenched as soon as she heard his voice. How long had it been since he tried talking to her that night? How long had she waited to hear him say anything to her? Now he had already coated her womb with his seed and she was going to let him fuck her ass like a—
Slut?
The voice that whispered in her head was the final straw and she nearly collasped from the intensity of her first anal orgasm. He must have felt her body totter forward—he must have, because he caught her wrists and held her upright while another few inches stretched her. Each one satisfied her in a way she would have never guessed possible. And there was still more.
Her ring clenched him as he toyed with her, the anticipation beginning to twist within her. Maybe it was the warm water that cascaded along her back. Maybe it was the way he gripped her wrists possessively. Maybe it was the way he allowed her to adjust to this new and wonderful feeling. She just couldn’t take it.
“Baby, fuck me.”
The vicious thrust that came next was her fault. She didn’t mind. Not really. All that she cared about was the sensation of her most taboo hole wrapped around the base of his cock. And then the long strokes started.
All the way out until her anal ring threatened to release him. All the way in until his hips slapped against her ass. Over and over as her pussy flooded her thighs with warmth.
“Harder…please,” she whined between thrusts.
He gave it to her. So hard at times she worried her breasts would smack her in the face. So hard it felt like her stomach was being turned inside out. His balls slapped her pussy lips with each thrust, and that was something she didn’t expect. Like sweet icing between layers of cake.
And then he was lifting her up. Squeezing her breasts with primal hunger. Sucking her earlobe and biting it. Stroking her clit in rhythmic circles as he took her ass from the other side. In this position especially, it felt like the base of his cock would stretch her in two. Its angle was just too good. That didn’t happen though, and only caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her pussy flooded their feet.
How was she so aroused from this? It felt so dirty. And yet, she was more than aroused. She was cumming from her ass being fucked. And cumming hard. Was it because it was him? Would it ever feel this good with any other person?
Ehma’s tight ring spasmed when a shot of warmth jetted inside of her. His grip on her hips forced her down as deep as she would go and her body nearly crumbled under the weight of another orgasm. Something about that specific sensation did it to her. His hips against the curve of her round cheeks, the feel of her anal ring as it squeezed him for every last wonderful drop.
Less of his seed filled her than before, but it was a warmth in a place she had never felt. None of this was anything she had ever felt though, so who’s to say which was better. Her only knowledge beyond the cock that throbbed in her ass, was that he was hers. Finally and completely.
Every fiber of her being felt satiated. Cared for. Loved? What that what this tickling sensation in her chest was? She couldn’t remember it ever being there before, so maybe. Maybe it was—
Somewhere in the dark world that enveloped their intimate moment, a resounding crash smashed it all to pieces. Not a long drawn out banging. Not a respectful knock knock either. This was an all out boom and ping as the bathroom door slammed against the wall, the metal knob echoing with an angry ring.
Ehma couldn’t collect her thoughts in time. She felt naked. She was naked. As soon as the ambient light of the outside world kissed the ceiling, the rungs of the shower curtain cackled to the side.
“And just what the fuck is goin’ on in here, damn it?”