I wriggled on his finger, letting him know I was enjoying it, and enjoying kissing him, loving the way he kissed me back, his attention to my body, and when he rolled me onto my front and slid a pillow under my tummy, I wanted him to hammer his cock into me anywhere and any way he liked, because I loved him, and I wanted to feel him in me.
Mark moved over me, kissing and licking the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades, nibbling my earlobes, kissing the side of my face and my lips when I turned to him. I felt him nudging at me, and there was a moment while he adjusted his position, then he slid his cock into me in one long glide, feeling wonderful as he filled me up again, his gasp echoing my hiss of satisfaction as he stretched me to the full.
Mark lowered himself onto his elbows, and slid his hands under me to squeeze my breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he pumped himself into me, his flat stomach making a smacking sound as he impacted against my buttocks with each inward thrust.
My head was spinning with the sheer erotic and sexual charge between us, the man I wanted above all else making love to me, showing me how much he wanted me, and telling me what he needed from me, his words echoing in my mind, invoking images and scenarios that made me thrill throughout and escalated my arousal ever higher.
My hand found my clit, and I rubbed and twirled myself, keeping time with Mark’s pounding, surging cock, my orgasm building as he speeded up, until I came again, waves or pleasure making my insides flutter. Mark obviously felt it, and he grunted as my pussy tightened around him, constricting him, milking his cock, and again, his spunk flooded into me, splashes of warmth filling me as my own flood of juices sprayed back against him as he lay rigid above me, his cock flexing inside me as he pumped his sperm into me for the second time that night.
I slumped down, riding the undertow of my climax, my body trembling and shuddering as my nerve-endings fired off in salvoes, making my whole body sensitive to the slightest movement or touch of his skin on mine from this beautiful man-boy making love to me so completely.
Mark reared up and withdrew from me, to lie next to me, his hand motioning me to remain where I was as he moved closer to kiss me and run his hand over me, from the nape of my neck to the puckered star inside my bum cleft, his fingers tracing a warm line all the way down my back and into my rear passage, where he slowly rubbed and dampened me with my own juices from my swollen pussy, stretching my tightest hole with first one finger and then slipping another in, loosening and relaxing me, so he could do what he had promised he would do. Mark wanted to bugger me, and I wanted him to, I wanted him to take all I had, make me completely his, fuck me in every possible way, so that he would know, and believe, I was his.
He moved over me again, his finger still working inside my ass, kissing my back, licking and nibbling the small of my back, my skin prickling up in Goosebumps where his soft lips grazed on me. His lips moved further down, kissing and nibbling in the cleft between my cheeks, his tongue warm and wet in my crack as he lapped and licked. He gently pulled my cheeks apart, and licked lightly, wetly, at my back hole. His probing tongue slipped into and around my asshole, moistening me, feeling exquisite as he gently speared it into me, rimming me expertly, making me wriggle and shudder with longing.
His tongue-thrusts into me became more urgent, his tongue stiffening as he used it to loosen me further, his saliva lubricating me for what he was going to do next.
“Help me here, baby, hold yourself apart, if this is what you want to do. If you don’t want to do this, we won’t, if you need more time or anything…!” he whispered, and I loved him for it, he was telling me this was something he would only do if I wanted to do it too.
“No Mark, I want this, show me, please…!” I asked him, and he pulled my cheeks apart and asked me to hold them like that.
He leaned forward and slid his cock into my pussy again, lubricating himself further, then withdrew, and I felt him pressing against my asshole, the pressure getting stronger as he pushed slightly harder, my hole stretching and trying to accommodate him. The pain was immense, almost like the pain when he’d first penetrated me, but this went on and on, as he tried to push himself past my ring.
Suddenly, his head popped in, and he began to push forward. My eyes snapped open, tears welling up with the pain, and it was suddenly hard to breathe as he kept sliding more of himself into me.
“Slowly, please babe, slower!” I begged him, and he stopped instantly, leaning down to whisper in my ear;
“I can stop, we don’t need to do this, I can wait, this is hurting you too much, I can tell!”
But I wasn’t about to stop now; my man wanted this, and I wanted it for him, and I wanted to see if I could do this; I had the feeling that I was going to be doing this a lot!
He slid in slowly, inexorably, until he bottomed out (no pun intended!), his cock fully buried deep in my ass, and stopped, giving me time to feel and get used to this thing that was jammed in my backside.
Mark’s hands slid under my ribcage and up, to cup and squeeze my breasts, the feel of his hands on me comforting and reassuring. He began to slowly back out of me, the sensation of him sliding out much less painful, and the start of something else, something much more pleasurable. He backed out nearly all the way, and slid back in again, and this time it was just pleasure, the feel of my boy fucking me in this new, dirty, depraved, exciting way a huge turn-on. My ass twitched with the sensation, something he felt, making him lean down and ask me “You like that, yes, Jules?” and I could only nod, and beg him “harder, Mark, do me harder, please!”