Page 45 of Strawberry Cake
“Yes and no. I feel like it was necessary, but now I’m upset to have that reality check cashed in.”
“I think you did really well.”
“Thank you.” Before she could get up, Decan brought her dinner to her. “We could watch a movie and cuddle. You look exhausted too.”
Hope smiled. “Sounds like my kinda night.”
Decan
Hope was already dozing off when he climbed into bed and snuggled in close from behind. She melted into his arms that wrapped around her, and felt like a perfect fit. He tried to hide his growing erection, but she knew him far too well. A dainty hand reached, palming the hardening bulge behind his sweats.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he assured. “I know you’re tired. I just can’t help it.”
“Looks like we’re sleeping in tomorrow then.”
That was all the permission he needed. His fingers pushed under her pants tracing her stretch marks before he slipped between her cheeks. “You said you liked it too, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she hummed, arching into his touch.
“Please, little thief. Will you let me fuck you like you did me last night?”
She moaned and nodded eagerly.
His breathing intensified, nose skimming over the back of her neck. “Will you guide me?”
“Of course, I will.”
“Do you want the plugs?” he asked but couldn’t resist pressing his fingers against her tight hole.
“And the vibrator please.”
He pulled away long enough to collect what they needed while Hope stripped bare. Moulding to her back once more, he handed her the vibrator, massaging a generous amount of lube into the skin around her hole. He was gentle, trying to keep her focus on the kisses he spread along her neck.
“Just like that,” she hummed, the toy buzzing between her thighs. “You’re going to do so well.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, terrified to give her a similar experience to before.
“You won’t,” she promised, rocking onto his fingers, forcing more pressure. He added more lube just to be safe, then pressed one of the plugs into her. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I can take it.”
He shuddered, humming into the crook of her neck and pushing the toy deeper.
“Just don’t push it all the way in. Stop at its thickest point. I don’t like the feeling of it being pulled out again.”
He felt her relax, her hips rolling between the toys encapsulating her. She was using the vibrator to take her focus away from the discomfort, just like he’d focused on her hand on his cock. He grew painfully hard from the memory alone.
“I trust you, baby.”
“Oh, little thief, you can’t say those kinds of things.”
He swallowed a moan, muffling the pathetic sounds coming from him with his lips against her neck. He gave her time to adjust to the plug’s size, making sure never to push it too deep, just as she’d asked him. Then he lubed up the second, larger toy and pressed it into her.
“Good, don’t stop,” she moaned. He loved hearing her, even more he loved how she relaxed into him. She shifted slightly, reaching back to give his thick cock a firm squeeze. “I’m ready for you.”
“But I’m so much bigger,” he protested, terrified of hurting her.
“Trust me, baby.”
He let out a breath, added more lube to himself, and lined his cockhead up with her entrance. The buzzing between her thighs intensified as he pressed past the first ring of muscle.