“Easy, easy.” His hand slipped down further and touched her clit, rubbing there. She relaxed slightly, and began to rock a little and moan. Then he leaned into her, just a slight shift, pressing, and she gasped, wiggling, trying to move forward and away from him. Cat found that when she did, his hand would slip away from her clit and she would ache for it, and so finally, she would push back on him so his hand could reach her.
She didn’t know how long they danced this way, the sweet and awful sensation of pleasure, then pain, pleasure, then pain. She was growing hot, sweaty, her face still pressed into the pillow to muffle her cries. And then she felt it, as if there had been no easement, no build up at all, the tip of his cock was inside of her, stretching her to some ultimate maximum. She shrieked into the pillow, asking him, begging him, “David no, please, take it out, take it out!” He tried to hold her still, one hand reaching to grasp her shoulder so as not to give up any hard earned ground as she writhed under him, the other hand going for that sweet button of flesh at the top of her mound.
“Cat, cat, kitty cat.” He was almost chanting it, barely above a whisper.
“Easy now, just relax.” She panted against the pillow, shaking her head, the sensation of being stretched open there so incredibly foreign. He didn’t move any further in, just held firm, but his course was set-she could hear and feel it in his words, “Ohhh, you feel soooo good.” That, and his fingers making easy circles over her swollen clit, eased her open.
She wiped at her face, sweat and tears, with her hand, and pushed herself up fully onto her hands and knees. She looked back at him, her color high and her cheeks lined with pillow imprints. “Ok,” she said, determined now. “Ok ok ok, let’s do it.” She felt his cock jump in her ass, as if she'd shocked him, and she thought she rather had. He was half smiling at her, his eyes filled with nothing but pure lust.
“Put it all the way in me,” she rasped, and pushed back against him. He grunted in surprise, shifting to take the pressure, and she felt a deeper sinking, another inch of him inside of her. She groaned, feeling the hole there tighten in protest. Relax, relax, she thought, and it eased. She pushed back again. Another inch. Her hands were fists on the sheets. More. Another inch. Jesus God, doest it ever end?
She glanced back, searching. “More?” He nodded and she winced.
“Here, let me do this.” He reached for the KY, putting some on his fingers and slipping them over his shaft. He rubbed more against the sensitive flesh she knew he had every intention of rending. “Now, slow…” he reminded her, pushing in and getting another bit of him inside of her.
“Ohhh, god, I can’t stand it!” She moaned, and backed against him hard, as hard as she could, letting out a high pitched shriek as she did. David made a sound, low and guttural, his hands gripping her hips and moving her, just slightly, from side to side. He was fully in her now.
Over, it’s over, she thought gratefully as he began to move out of her. Her whole body started to relax, and then, just as the tip of him nearly slipped from the hole, he started pushing himself slowly back into her flesh. It had just begun.
“You feel incredible.” David eased his way back in. “Just relax, open up.”
She was trying. She'd forgotten, in the sudden hope that it was ended, that there might be some respite. He began an easy, rhythmic movement, moaning when the taut muscle of her sphincter rubbed the rim of his cock on the outstroke. She made mewling sounds with every thrust, her eyes closed tightly.
“It this ok?” He pressed fully into her. She nodded, breathing fast, and moaned when he slipped his hand down and cupped her mound. His fingers followed her wetness, finding the fissure there and caressing the tiny zenith at the top of the crease. He held himself still for a moment, petting her toward insensible, and then began to move again. She tightened, the tremendous expanse of the pull and push still peculiar and remarkable to her, but his expert touch rapidly gave her a ready distraction.
He was moving freely into her now, the pace of his thrusts beginning to catch up to the furious motion of his fingers on her clit. He groaned when she started bucking her hips, lifting her ass higher into the air, the point of entry shifting slightly at this angle. “Ahhhhh god, I’m close,” he panted, and she moaned softly, reaching back and grasping his hand that was digging into her hip, squeezing hard.
“David, please,” she begged. “Please, please.” She simply wanted release, some sort of finale to the relentless ache between her legs.
“Do you like my prick in your tight little arse?” His words pushed her towards her climax and she nodded, the admission rushing color to her cheeks. “Do you like to be fucked?”
“Yes!” She lifted her ass higher and pressed her shoulders to the bed, the driving force of him propelling her forward again and again, sliding them nearer and nearer to the edge of the loft and the edge of infinity. “Oh god yes, fuck me!
David, make me come for you.”
The sound of the words in her mouth were enough for both of them, and he slid his cock reluctantly out of her shamefully dilated sphincter, growling a little with every surge that erupted from his member. Cat felt the fluid heat of him pulsing onto her swollen, fleshy folds, oozing downward, thick and viscous, where his hand was still working her, determined, persistent. The simultaneous sensation of the sudden void where a moment ago there was an aching stretch and swell, coupled with the moving liquid fire of him reaching its clear destination at her clit sent her over, her hand clamping down on his hand between her legs, riding the wave of pleasure with her rolling hips.
They snuggled down under the covers afterward, and slept for a while. It was the first and only night she spent with him. There would be many more days of geometry lessons and she would even take him for a ride in Stuie before he left to go back to England for a teaching post there. But there would be no more nights quite like that one, nested together in the loft, gazing up through a skylight that revealed a small sacred expanse of their universe, a window to the stars.