All of You: An Extra Spicy Romance Story by Salty Vixen

I’ve never thought of it like this before. Never wanted it like this before.

Not with this frequency.

Never with this intensity.

Now I find that I’m bewitched, obsessed with thoughts of entering that forbidden place, of easing my way inside that tight ring of flesh.

Slowly.

So very, very slowly.

Oh, I can see us now.

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I’m naked, oiling my hard cock with long, fluid strokes until it’s gleaming. No, not gleaming. Dripping. And you, as naked as I, watching, waiting on the bed impatiently. Expectantly.

I stand behind you, push you forward, press you down, until the side of your face rests against the pillow; palms and knees against the firm hotel mattress, hands wide to brace you. Your buttocks lift invitingly towards my gaze. Their sweeping curves are beguiling, demanding.

The tip of my glans presses lightly against that crinkled circle of oiled terra-cotta. I tremble, and in that instant, I see your body stiffen fractionally, hear the tiniest gasp escape you.

It’s all the assurance, all the invitation that I need.

One hand holding your waist, the other guiding my erection, I press forward. I feel you press back, pushing out to meet me. Gradually, your flesh starts to open. I stare, entranced by the sight of my cockhead slowly entering you. You’re shivering, trembling as though a low current is coursing through you. Easy now. Easy. With a control I never thought myself capable of, I feed myself to you, millimetre by millimetre, until there’s a sensation of you somehow expanding, giving, surrendering, and all at once my glans slips all the way inside you, my shaft suddenly gripped by that snug corona of muscle.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. An unmistakable sound of pain, yet pain underlain by something else. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

You utter it. I’m capable only of thinking it. Words are beyond me for the moment. I’m consumed by the tightness, the sense of compression, the closeness of our flesh. My glans is burning, scorched by your illicit fire. My soul shudders with the divinely dark knowledge that this is forbidden. Taboo.

I fuck you so slowly, barely inching into you, taking the friction on the backstroke, withdrawing until the ridge of my cockhead is once more snared by that pulsating ring. Each time I press forward, I take a little more ground, until half of my cock is embedded within the Delphian heat of your ass, and you’re gasping and crying like a woman possessed. It’s hard to be sure from the sounds whether pain has possession of your nerve endings, or if it’s pleasure. Perhaps it’s a mixture of both. Perhaps it’s a pain that brings pleasure.

Such thoughts excite me more than they should.

“How deep do you want me?” I growl.

And a growl is about all that I can manage. Civilisation seeps out of me with every second. The urge to thrust wildly, savagely, is excruciating, exquisite. You’re drawing me in, driving me insane. There’s a pulse in my cock that throbs in time with the thud of my heart. It feels like I’m coming unhinged. The measured strokes drain me more than the frenzied ones. I yearn to relinquish my control, to surrender to my basest, blackest desires, seize you about the waist with both hands, and piston myself into you, until every last inch of me is rooted within you, and my heavy balls crash against the lips of your soaking sex.

I’ve never been so aware of my flesh.

I’ve never been so hard.

Oh fuck.

And yet somehow, I hold on, bite down, reign myself in. I clutch hold of the beast inside me, sink my fingers deep into his pelt and wrestle him to my side until he’s still once more.

But it’s close.

So close.

Too close.

I swallow, and ask again. “How deep do you want me?”

You don’t respond. For an age, you’re lost to my voice, your consciousness swimming in a world of enchantment, overflowing with the sounds and sensations of your flesh.

Finally you speak, your voice little more than a whisper. Your words hold the haunted tones of the possessed.

“All of you.”

I can scarcely breathe. “Say it again. Tell me again. Please.”

“All of you. I want all of you. Everything.”

And so I begin to move once more, a little further forward with each advance, until I’ve nothing left to feed to the fire, until my full length is within you, baking in your heat, and those gasps of yours have melded, seemingly become one long exhalation of sensation.

“Fuck me,” you moan, and I start to move with greater impetus, holding your waist with both hands, trailing my fingertips down the line of concavity above your spine, dragging my nails across the taut skin of your buttocks.

“Oh yes,” you gasp.

And now I’m thrusting, my will finally beginning to collapse, lost to the siren call of your flesh and your cries of bitter delight. I remember when you told me that your vagina could almost become numb from being pounded, but that it never happened when you were fucked in the ass. I remember that ripple of pleasure in your voice as your words floated to me on the telephone.

“No matter how long I go at it, it feels like it just started.”

There’s a line of perspiration down your back, spreading across your shoulders, pooling at the base of your spine. I want to taste it, dip my tongue into the sweet saltiness of your flesh, but I can’t bend that far. I’m embedded within you, unable to do much but thrust, back and forth, back and forth.

Back and forth.

Oh fuck.

Anal pleasureInstead, I slip one hand past your hip, across your mound, downwards, downwards. How long did I spend slowly running my tongue over your clitoris, your labia, the sweet entrance to your cunt, all the while with a lubricated finger deep in your ass, preparing the way? Was it an hour? Two?

Such well-spent time.

My sly fingers find the engorged nub that guards the passage to your sex. I skirt a finger tip around its circumference, not quite touching, pleasure by association, and you whimper and wriggle against me. When I run my finger directly over its glistening peak, you shudder and gasp.

“Fuck, yes!”

One of your hands comes off the bed, slips down your body until it rests over mine. Your fingers join my own, guiding me, assisting me to pleasure your clit. And then your hand inches lower, and the tremors course through your gleaming body as you ease two fingers inside your sex. I feel them against the underside of my shaft, through the thin divide of flesh that separates us.

It’s started. I feel it growing within me, rising rapidly. Sensations ripple outwards from my loins, through my belly, along my spine, my cock; so familiar, so welcome. I know that I won’t last much longer, that if I don’t stop right now, regain some composure, my cock will soon explode, a pulsing stream of semen erupting into the visceral centre of you.

But I know that it’s precisely what you want to feel, what you’re yearning for. You’ve told me that so many times. I want to feel you coming in my ass. It’s all I can think, all I can hear, over and over again. The comprehension is exhilarating, intoxicating.

Your cries are climbing, the pleasure in them now unmistakable. “Oh fuck, I’m coming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m so close now. My fingers work over your clitoris, and you cry out rapturously as your fingers and my cock fuck you into that first crashing wave. The ringlet of your ass ripples, delicious palpitations, dragging me over the edge with you, and my entire form locks rigid, frozen in a spasm of pleasure as I come, my seed cascading into you, propelled by the heavy throb of my cock.

You collapse forward onto the bed, and I follow, still mated to your forbidden flesh. Gradually, the rasping desperation of our breathing subsides. I feel myself beginning to dwindle inside you. Soon I’ll slip away, but I’m already dreaming of when I can take you again. I’m remembering how you told me that you like it most when you’re on top, rolling your hips, grinding your clitoris against your lover’s pubis when you’re ready to come. How those orgasms are more potent than anything you’ve ever experienced; how they propel you to the brink of unconsciousness.

Oh fuck.

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I’ve never thought of it like this before. Never wanted it like this before.

Not with this frequency.

Never with this intensity.

Share yourself with me. Surrender yourself to me. Put an end to my torment.