Page 86 of Love Sick
He pulls my hair, angling my head so he can mouth fuck me with that tongue which has licked every part of me. I want him so bad, it hurts. This is a different kind of need and I know it’s because of what I just did.
My body trembles, adrenaline coursing through me. I need a release, and I need it now.
I don’t need to ask Dutch; he knows what I want as he stands and spins me so I’m bent over the piano. He takes advantage of me being naked and drops to his knees behind me, where he spreads my legs and begins eating me out from behind.
I arch my back and stand on tippy-toes as I want him to devour every single inch of me.
He grips the backs of my thighs and angles his mouth so he’s working between my ass and my sex. He is destroying me with every stroke of his tongue. I grip the edge of the piano, needing the support because he is leaving me a legless mess.
“Fuck me,” I order because I need him inside me. I need the closeness that only he can provide.
With one last stroke of his tongue, he stands and I hear the frantic sound of his zipper being yanked down, followed by his jeans coming off. He grips my hips and positions his dick at my sex, rubbing me how I like.
He doesn’t waver. He enters me in one swift stroke and we both groan because it feels incredible.
He commences moving, far from slow and gentle. It’s what I need. The feel of him punishing me this way has me opening my legs wider, surrendering myself to him.
He spreads one ass cheek wide and sinks into me hard and fast. The cool surface of the piano only adds to the heightened sensation of being fucked this way. Even though this is carnal, it’s also filled with love. Sex comes in many forms, but at the root of it, we share nothing but love.
“You bent over this piano as I fuck you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Dutch pants, slapping my ass as he pulls out before slamming back in.
He is an animal, but I want more, and I hint at what more I want as I raise my hips, shaking my ass. We’ve dabbled in ass play before, but I want him to break me in half. It doesn’t make sense, but in some ways, I need to be punished for what I did to Noah because I have no guilt.
“Baby—” Dutch says, out of breath. “Are you sure?”
I don’t reply. I shift my hips so he pulls out and position my ass for his taking. I know this is going to hurt, and that’s why I want it. I need the pain.
He uses the pad of his thumb to rub over my back entrance before gently sliding the tip in and out. While doing this, he sinks two fingers into my sex and commences fucking me with his fingers, back and front. I rock my hips, never having felt this full.
As his skillful fingers play me in a quivering mess, he works his thumb deeper and deeper into my ass. When he is all the way in, he slowly moves back and forth and around and around. It stings, but I know he’s only preparing me for what’s to come.
I focus on his breath. I can hear he is holding back in fear of hurting me.
I know it takes a lot of prepping for anal sex. The things you read about in books is all nonsense. It’s not easy. It takes time and a careful lover to ensure it feels good.
And my lover is very skilled and knows how to make everything feel good.
He pulls out his thumb and spits in his hand. It’s carnal and turns me on.
When I feel the thick head of his cock nudging my back entrance, I breathe slowly and on the exhale, Dutch slowly works his dick into me.
Instantly, the burn I feel is uncomfortable, and on instinct, I tense up. But Dutch leans down and commences kissing the side of my throat.
His fingers are still inside my sex and his lips on my throat. It’s sensory overload, so I focus on this moment and let go. When I do, Dutch sinks into my ass very slowly. I feel like I am being torn down the middle at how deep he is, but when he begins sliding in and out, the pain gives way to pleasure and he begins to fuck me.
He removes his fingers and steadies me by gripping my hips. He fucks me long and slow, his strokes measured.
“You okay?” he asks with a hoarse breath.
“Yes.”
He begins to move faster, pulling all the way out, before sinking back in.
He does this over and over, allowing my body to adjust to this delicious intrusion and before long, I am meeting him thrust for thrust. It hurts, but it’s a good pain. It’s the sort of pain that reminds us we’re alive.
When he reads my pleasure, he picks up the pace and fucks me harder. I can feel every single inch of him—his ample size brings tears to my eyes.
I reach around to my sex and begin playing with myself. I am so needy, every part of me wants to explode.