CH 115
He doesn't wait for me to answer, and honestly, I'm not sure if I'm capable of words right now.
All I can do is hold on as Wake teases the sensitive nerve endings with his tongue. He spreads my ass wider and pushes the tip of his tongue against the center of the puckered opening.
My whole body jerks.
"Easy," he says against my skin.
"Wake, where the fuck..." I break of on a shuddering moan. "I'm certain you didn't learn this living under the sea."
I feel his smirk against my ass. "I thought you wanted me to use my time on land to broaden my horizons." Then, he pushes his tongue into my ass.
"Oh my god. Holy fucking hell. Yes. Just like that. Oh fuck."
This time, Wake laughs.
"Don't you dare fucking laugh at me."
He licks me again, his tongue tracing the outer rim, teasing me with the promise of penetration, but not giving me what I need. "Wouldn't dream of it, love. Now be a good girl and let me play."
I whimper. I can't help it.
He presses a kiss to the center of my ass. "Shh. Do as I say."
"That is a terrible idea."
He growls in warning, low in his chest, making the deck beneath us rattle. At the same time Wake flicks his tongue against the very center of me, one of his rock hard palms comes down on my right ass cheek.
I yelp, but he doesn't apologize. My hips jerk, but he holds them firm. He does it again and again, until the sensation is driving me insane.
Then he slips a finger inside me.
"Oh... my God!"
"There you are." His tone is pleased, but he doesn't stop, doesn't slow. Instead, he fucks me with his tongue and his fingers, pushing me higher and higher, until my arms are trembling and the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the ground is his other hand splayed over my belly.
It's too much, the dual stimulation of his tongue and fingers in my ass, and the red hot sting of my skin where he hit me over and over again. I can not get enough of this, of him. I will never have enough. "Wake! Wake, I'm—"
"Come for me."
I can't stop it. Pleasure explodes through me, and I'm lost, crying out, the sound seeming to echo over the water.
Before I've recovered, Wake rises to his knees and pushes my face into the deck. My back is arched, my thighs spread wide, and my cherry red ass presented to him like a birthday present.
I hand smooths over my rear, and then something warm and slippery drips over the tight pucker of my asshole. Wake rubs it around with his fingers, and then he's pressing one inside, the stretch just this side of painful.
"So tight. Gods, you're so fucking tight."
"Wake."
"Tell me what you want from me, mate."
"Do it. Fuck my ass. Please."
He doesn't argue, doesn't question, doesn't do anything but replace that single thick digit with the much, much broader head of his cock. I have the good sense to feel a spike of fear at the notion of what is about to happen.
I've not had anything larger than a pocket rocket breach this sacred area, and in moments, my asshole is going to be utterly plundered while Wake plays, exploring a new and uncharted facet of humanity. I should call it off. I should be terrified, but all I feel is a thrill at getting to experience this first together.
Slowly, Wake slides his cock into me.
I grit my teeth hard enough that my jaw begins to ache, and try to force myself to stay relaxed.
Inch by inch, his thick length presses deeper, until he's seated fully inside me. Wake stills, his hand caressing over the heated skin of my ass. "Talk to me, love. Are you okay?"
"Fuck." It's the only word that makes sense. I'm full. Full in a way that is completely new, and almost too much. "It's...a lot."
He makes a thoughtful sound. "Give yourself a minute."
"Oh God."
"Too much?"
It's a lot, but it's also... so good. The fullness isn't the only sensation. My inner walls clamp down around his length, trying to keep him inside me. There's an intimacy to this, an intensity that is unlike anything I've experienced before. "Move."
He makes a low, growly noise, but doesn't question. Instead, he draws his hips back, and I can't bite back a groan as the drag of his cock inside me sends pleasure spiraling through me.
"So good." He echoes my thoughts as he pauses with his cock barely in my ass. "Again?"
I nod against the smooth wood.
"Words, love."
"Yes."
"Good girl." He slams his cock into me.
My cry is half surprise and half pleasure. My toes curl, and I reach for something to hold on to. "Wake!"
"Right here." He slides out again, the drag of his cock nearly sending me over the edge.
My ass clamps down, not wanting him to go anywhere.
He groans. "That's it. Hold me tight." He rocks forward, fucking into me.
My legs shake and I brace against the deck, taking every inch he has to give. It's not enough. I can't get close enough. I can't...
"Phoebe." Wake reaches around and pinches my clit, rolling the bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger.
The pressure is too much. I explode, a scream ripping free as I buck beneath him.
He's still coming, his hips grinding against me. His fingers are locked around my hips, holding me tight as he chases his own release.
"Mine," he growls.
And, for the first time, I really believe him.
"Yes."
I'm his, and he's mine, and that's not a bad thing.
Not bad at all.
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