“Never been more sure.” I’m about to reach out and cup his balls when I remember his injury. “Oh shit, is that even okay? Can you with bruised testicles?” I swear if Smutty’s antics fucked this up for me , no more tuna!
“Doctor said I can have sex if I’m not in pain. I’m good, Amelia, but you don’t have to.” He softly slides a hand through my hair and I am tempted to rub up against it like a cat.
“I think I owe them a blow and an apology,” I say in what I hope is a seductive voice. My cheeks are burning, and I’m just glad that the light is low in the room. I’m the most neurotic sex kitten there ever was. Before I grab his erection he bends down and kisses me.
“But first, there’s something missing,” he says against my skin, sending another flutter of desire through me.
He steps away and retrieves something from his bedside table. My eyes widen when I see what—a butt plug and a tube of lube. He remembered.
“Turn around and bend over,” he instructs firmly but gently.
I do as he says, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness making me breathe faster.
Ben stands behind me and runs his hands over my bum, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “Such beautiful curves,” he murmurs appreciatively.
I can’t help but let out a soft moan at his touch, my body craving more.
He leans down and places a kiss on each cheek before spreading them apart, exposing my tight little hole to him.
“Relax,” he says soothingly, “I’m going to prepare you,” as he slides one finger in to spread some lube.
I take a deep breath and try to relax as I feel the cool metal of the plug against my skin. Ben coats it in lube before slowly pressing it against me.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I feel myself being stretched around it.
“Relax, Amelia,” he chides gently. “If it’s too much you let me know.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply breathlessly.
He continues to push the plug into me until it pushes past my tight ring and is fully inside me with just the flared end nestling between my butt cheeks. I can’t help but let out a low moan at the feeling of fullness.
“Good girl,” he murmurs approvingly as he stands up and admires his handiwork. “Now, let’s see how you look; stand up, darling.”
I get up slowly and turn around to face him. The feeling of the plug inside me is both foreign and incredibly arousing. Every movement I make sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
“Twirl,” he orders. “Bloody hell,” he growls. “You look so fucking hot with that plug in your arse.”
A blush creeps up my neck at his words, but at the same time they make me feel powerful and desired.
“Now then,” he says, his voice dripping with lust and authority. “I think it’s time for you to show me what a good little submissive you can be. And in return I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.”
My breath catches in my throat at his words.
He reaches out and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling gently until my head is tilted back and our eyes meet.
“You trust me?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Good.” He releases my hair and points for me to get back onto the bed. “Now suck my cock.”
My pussy clenches at his words. I return to all fours before I reach out and wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. I look up at him for permission and when he nods I lean in and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
I start with slow, teasing licks, running my tongue over the sensitive tip. All the while I can feel the firm metal plug in my bum rubbing my sensitive nerve endings. Ben moans above me, and I feel a surge of pride at the sound. Encouraged by his reaction, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck.
“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, Darling. Take it all.”
19
Breathe
Ben
I stand at the foot of the bed and watch as Amelia, naked and on her knees, takes my cock into her mouth. She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, full of desire and lust. I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it gently but firmly.
"That's it, Amelia," I say in a low voice. "Suck me off like a good girl."
She moans around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. Her tongue swirls around the head as she takes me deeper. I can feel the heat of her mouth and the wetness that coats me as she works her way down.
"Fuck," I groan, unable to hold back. "That feels so fucking good."
Amelia looks up at me again, a smile playing on her lips. She pulls back slightly, letting her hand take over where her mouth left off. She pumps me slowly, teasingly.
"Is that what you want, sir?" she asks innocently.
I chuckle darkly. "Oh yes, that's exactly what I want." She returns her attention to my cock and I groan. I wish I could let her continue, but I need more and I know she does too. I reach down and pull her to up to me. My hands roam over her body as I kiss her deeply. I can taste myself on her tongue and it only fuels my desire.
"I need to fuck you," I growl against her lips. "I've waited so long for this." And I don't just mean since she came back into my life again. Somehow I feel like I’ve wanted to have her back in my arms ever since she walked away, all those years ago.
