Page 18 of Under His Wings
“Show me how you take in the first finger and I will let you distract yourself with my dick,” Zach laughed, seeing through me with worrying ease.
I buried my face in the bedcovers but reached to circle my puckered entrance. Usually, I didn’t play much with softening it for the incoming stretching because I liked a bit of a burn but I couldn’t bring myself to just shove the first finger in when I knew how closely Zach was watching. So, it took a few minutes of beating around the bush before I even started sliding inside. But when I finally did everything went smoothly and my hole opened to the slick intrusion easily, swallowing me in. The muscles tried to keep me inside as I started a slow push and pull rhythm and stifled any noises with the fabric under me.
“Gorgeous. You are gorgeous all over but this particular spot... I like your little flower.”
“What flower!” I spat angrily, humiliated. “Stop spewing nonsense and give me your dick!”
“My, my, what crude language. It’s a good thing that I can easily put a stop to it.”
He shifted to the front and pressed his erection against my cheek, spreading precum over my furious blush there. This pose, with one hand still behind me, wasn’t the greatest for fellatio but between the two of us we figured a position where I had enough support to put my mouth over the waiting erection. I didn’t bother with bobbing my head – my sense of rhythm was focused on stretching myself open – so I just treated Zach like a tasty lollipop. My tongue swirled, prodded, licked, my mouth giving a gentle suck from time to time. It was an entirely acceptable tactic as making the angel come wasn’t the goal right now. In fact, I would be cross if he spent in my mouth. There was another place where I wanted him more.
I admit I got a bit lost in the dual sensation of being filled from both ends. Zach seemed to be enjoying himself as well but after some time he chuckled and asked breathlessly,
“Are you ready for me?”
I realized I was. For some time now. And I was just playing with the three fingers in my ass at that point. I scrambled to take them out. Zachariel’s gentle hand landed on my face and pulled me into a thorough kiss that simultaneously calmed me and added to the fire inside me.
I didn’t protest when Zach folded me into a new position. It was telling that I was getting used to him manhandling me. I found myself on my side, the angel’s hot, athletic body behind me. Somehow I didn’t expect this position but it had its uses; we weren’t face-to-face, which saved me the chagrin of having my emotions out in the open but I couldn’t smother myself into a pillow when hiding my face as well.
“You were so good for me the whole night,” Zachariel cooed in my ear. “Let me reward you, darling. Let me fuck you as hard as you deserve.”
“Yes,” I said through my dry throat.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes... please...”
Zachariel took a hold of my knee, spreading me as wide as he could, and pressed the head of his cock into me. I was still a bit tight, just how I liked it. Four fingers would be what I would have to use if I wanted to be completely comfortable, but I stuck to three and relished the slight burn of a fat cockhead forcing its way into my body.
Zach took his time, filling me slowly, leisurely, until I was panting for more. His body behind me was grounding; a solid, dependable shape in the midst of growing sensations which replaced my stolen sight.
“Ah...,” a soft moan escaped my lips.
“Be patient, darling. Just a little bit more and then...”
Zach’s cock sunk into me agonizingly slowly until it couldn’t go further. He pulled back, his breath fanning against the nape of my neck, and when he thrust back in...
“Fuck! Ah, a-ah, nnn!” I cried out as he went to town on my hole, slamming into it. I was holding on for dear life, my hands clutching the sheets, my toes curling where my leg was pulled up to give Zachariel access.
“Take it,” the angel hissed. “I knew you would take it so beautifully. It’s like you were made for it. Made for me. Are you? Tell me, Hellion.”
Speaking was currently beyond my capabilities. I could only moan and whimper and drool. Everything stopped and I gave a groan of despair, my body arching back into my lover to continue the rhythm but he held me in place.
“Tell me that you were made for me.”
“I’m... I’m m-made for you,” I said. I would have said anything at this point to make him continue fucking me. It was so much better than any other time I let myself have this. As good as I expected it to be and more.
His cock was the closest to a taste of heaven I had in centuries.
I could feel Zachariel’s lips pressed against my neck stretch into a pleased smile. It was all the warning I had before he hammered into me like a beast, continuing where he left off and doing his damnedest to turn me into nothing but a bundle of nerves that could only register the bliss he gave me. Each push filled me to the brim, until I had no more space inside, and then Zachariel pushed harder, somehow finding a way to possess me even further. I felt as if I was going to break.
In a good way.
Was there a good way to break? Could I shake apart in his arms? And maybe later... he could piece me back together?
After all, I was made for him.
I felt some last barrier inside of me fall as Zachariel continued his mission of wringing desperate sounds from me. I mewled as he gave a particularly hard push, settling in to the hilt and grinding his hips in a filthy circle. My legs shook and I no longer had the wherewithal to hold my leg up, keeping me spread was entirely in Zach’s hands now. Everything was in his hands. I could just enjoy it, give myself over to the lust and basic, animal instincts.