Without a word she situated herself between my legs. A length of soft plastic rubbed against my skin, and then passed between my lips, coating itself with my juices. My hands reached out and grasped the metalwork headboard, tightening as I prepared for the blessed invasion.
I didn’t have to wait long, as moments later something pressed against my opening and slowly slid inside me. My moan was long and lustful. She paused a few inches, her hands firmly gripping my hips and waist. “Aly?”
“More.”
She pulled out a few inches, then stroked in deeper, far enough that I could feel the ribbing on the phallus tripping over the sensitive skin at my entrance. Two more strokes and she was buried fully inside me, the skin of her thighs brushing against mine. In and out and in again it went. The head pressed against the deepest parts of me with every thrust, the ribbing tickling while a rough underside rubbed over my g-spot. I met every stroke, pushing back against her with wanton abandon.
Taylor
God, I loved the sounds she made. She pushed back against me as I fucked her, completely lost in her pleasure. Often that annoyed me, but usually there was a bit of reluctance or shame in the girls I was with. But Aly, she was completely given over to the experience, and I realized I wanted it to be wonderful for her.
The strap-on I was using was made for this, taking a woman from behind, and it drove girls crazy. Unfortunately it wasn’t really designed to pleasure the wearer, but that’s okay. It was also long, almost nine inches, and I hadn’t been sure that a shorter girl like Aly could take it all, but she had, right down to the base.
I kept the penetrations deep and methodical, trying to take her to the peak slowly, my hands controlling the pace by gripping her waist, my thumbs resting in the dimples of Venus on her back. God, was there anything about this girl that wasn’t adorable? She let out a long, low moan and I could feel her start to tremble as my phallus continued plumbing her most intimate depths. Her head lay back down onto the pillow, her face turned in profile, mouth open in an unheard sigh.
My heart broke at her beauty, and an all-consuming desire to make her happy rushed through my soul. I increased the pace, and she responded instantly, her breath becoming ragged and desperate sounding. She rose back up on her elbows, and a twinge of disappointment came as I could no longer see her face. But her voice was sweet and soothing, even in its lustful cadence.
“Please Taylor, just a little more, just a little harder, please don’t stop.” The words were rushing out of her, and I didn’t stop. I loved her long and deep, increasing the pace with each push forward until I heard her scream out, her insides gripping and releasing the phallus in her orgasmic rhythm.
When I heard her begin to breath again I slowed my assault, but I did not pull out. Instead I pushed forward gently, and to my surprise Aly just sighed and resumed her rhythm with me.
“You want another, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I can make it better.”
“Please. Oh Taylor, please may I have more?”
The purity of her voice slayed me. She’d completely given her body into my keeping, and she was trusting me to care for it. I continued to push until we’d gotten back into our full depth and rhythm. Then I let my hand travel round her waist and down between her legs and began to massage the little clit hidden in its hood. It was a little harder to thrust bent forward in this position, but the extra stimulation I was giving her was more than worth it.
Aly’s voice rose into a long, lovely coo as I continued to stroke her with both my fingers and the strap-on. I could almost feel her pleasure radiating out of her, but I still couldn’t see her face, and as much as I loved holding her, I hated that. I knew she wouldn’t last long with the double stimulation, and I was right, as only minutes later she was dissolving into a wailing orgasm that thrilled me to my core.
I was shaky myself, I’d never gotten that close wearing the strap-on. My whole body was tingling with arousal. As her orgasm subsided Aly’s knees gave out and she slumped forward onto the mattress. She rolled onto her back and held her arms out for a cuddle. I wanted that more than anything, but not while wearing this thing, so I quickly unbuckled it slid it off before climbing into her arms.
As our lips came together she whimpered in pleasure. I stroked her hair as I looked into her eyes. “Did you like that?”
“Mmm, loved it. Only…” She looked down, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm.
“What is it, baby?” Her eyes snapped up to mine at the endearment, and I winced inside. Was it too early for that? But there was no anger there, just concern about what she wanted to say.
“Nothing, it, umm.” She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. “It was amazing, you’re amazing, I just, um, wish I could’ve looked in your eyes, you know, while you were loving me. I missed seeing your eyes. They’re so beautiful.”
She teared up as she gazed at me, and I blinked away one which formed in my own eye in response. I couldn’t believe it; she’d been thinking the same thing I had. I had to stop myself from shaking.
“Just wait here, Aly, give me a sec, okay?” She nodded and I climbed off the bed, reaching deep into my nightstand. Gillian and I had had a strap-on, our only one, and it was designed for missionary. Not too big, curved upwards to hit the g-spot, and with an attached pair of rabbit ears for clitoral stimulation, we’d loved it. It had been very intimate. The one time I’d tried it with some else since had been really awkward, at least for me. It had reminded me too much of Gillian, so since then it had just been collecting dust.
I pulled it out and slipped it on, buckling it into place. I crawled back toward Aly, who’d been watching me wide-eyed.
“Can you take a little more?”
Aly nodded and kissed me deeply before lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. “Oh, God, yes.”
I ran a finger over her sex, and sure enough she was wet again. Or still. Whatever. Two fingers slid inside her easily. I coated up the strap-on and climbed into position before guiding it inside her. And this time I could see her eyes widen in shock and her mouth open in pleasure as the rabbit ears caressed her clit.
I began to move, slowly, gently, watching her little gasps and sighs with every rock and thrust. Our eyes were only inches from each other, and I could see the emotion radiating from them. And the way she was looking at me, oh, God. It was a mix of adoration, innocent wonder, and absolute surrender, and it was intoxicating. It also terrified me. The unquestioning trust there, normally it would have sent me running, screaming for the hills, but not today. I wasn’t sure I was worthy of that look, but I wanted to be, so much.
I continued to move inside her and I could see the pleasure building in the way her breath was coming. Her fingers caressed my hair, her gaze locked on mine. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I wanted her to keep looking at me that way. And I didn’t want her to go. She was going to leave me, just like everyone else.
Just as that poisonous thought was echoing in my mind Aly pulled me down and kissed me. I savored the taste of her, the softness of her lips. It was pure sweetness and innocence, an extension of her. She hadn’t hurt me, and she didn’t want to hurt me. I felt that deep in my soul. I didn’t know she wouldn’t, no one could know that, but realizing she didn’t want to meant so much.
Our kiss ended and I looked into her eyes again. It was that same look. I loved that look. I put my forehead against hers and began to work more deeply inside her, and we just moved together. Her legs wrapped around my waist. There were gentle kisses, soft moans, her skin against mine. I don’t know how long it lasted, and I didn’t care. Forever would have been too short. But eventually I felt her begin to shudder, what I knew by then a precursor to her orgasm.
I wanted to draw it out, so I slowed, but even then eventually I felt her tense under me as her body prepared for release.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. I want to see you come.”
Aly jerked a nod, her whole body beginning to shake as her orgasm washed over her. Her eyes never left mine, though, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. She seemed to take forever to come down, but eventually her breathing slowed to something approaching normal, and we came together in a kiss. Somehow during it I slipped out of her, and when we broke apart I quickly took it off before climbing back into her arms.
“Oh, Taylor, that was incredible.” She started to kiss my neck, and I pulled her in as tight as I could. Her head rested on my shoulder while her fingers traced patterns on my arm, which I was starting to suspect meant something was on her mind.
“Taylor? When you were wearing the, um, the ….”
“The strap-on?”
Her already flushed cheeks darkened several shades. “Yeah, did you, um, you know, did I make you happy?”
“Of course you made me happy.” I cocked my head and looked at her. There was still real concern in her eyes. “Are you asking if I came?”
She nodded, not looking away.
“It doesn’t matter, Aly. That was about you.”
She looked horrified. “Of course it matters, Taylor. You matter. Um, were you even close?”
“Yeah, closer with you than anyone I’ve ever been with. I really did enjoy it, I promise.”
She kissed me. “That’s not good enough.” Aly pushed me onto my back, her leg snaking over mine and opening me up. Her hand caressed down over my stomach as her lips found my neck. A little confession, I’m a total neck slut. If a girl kisses me on the neck a little I’m hers. And it wasn’t going to take much to make me Aly’s, especially tonight.
I sighed, tilting my head to the side to give Aly better access. Moments later I felt her hand dip between my legs, two fingers scissoring around my hood. “Oh, damn!”
Aly buzzed a laugh into my neck at my exclamation, which almost made me go off right then. I didn’t hold out much longer really, as the combination of Aly’s gentle lips and delicate fingers had me over the moon. I came and came as over an hour of constant arousal burst forth into a massive orgasm. That left me dizzy, but reality snapped back as Aly cleaned her fingers with her mouth. Damn, that was sexy.