“Okay.” She licks her lips. Her eyes are wide. Her movements are hesitant and a little shaky.
I am ruining this before it even gets started. I take a deep breath, but it is no good. I cannot find center. Not with Olivia’s naked ass in my face. I have never attempted anal penetration because there is actually a surprising amount of long-term preparation necessary before that sex act, but I am desperate to shove my throbbing cock into any hole of Liv’s that she puts in my field of vision. I do not care if it is her mouth, her pussy, or her asshole. My muscles vibrate with the intense concentration required to prevent myself from fucking her until I am satisfied.
I do not believe I will ever be satisfied enough even if I could fuck all three of her holes at the same time.
I latch onto the strange mental image of possessing three penises to fill all of her holes simultaneously. It is physically impossible, of course, but in theory, I would need to grow a second penis slightly above the original and a third on my chin. It is a grotesque picture. The sheer absurdity of my thoughts also works perfectly to cool my lust a little.
Until I glance at Olivia spread out on my bed, the pillow doing its job perfectly to tip her hips up and display the delicate, pale pink lips of her pussy to my hungry eyes.
I have wanted to invade that holy ground for half of my life. I am right back to the edge of control. Just the possibility of finally getting what I have always wanted has turned me into a mad man.
She picks up a purple vibrator and presses the button several times, cycling through the different speeds and functions. “How many sex toys did you buy? How much did all of this cost? Why do we need these?”
Her questions are extremely helpful in my pursuit of refocusing on the goal. “Many women do not climax from penetration alone, but studies have shown the female orgasm causes uterine contractions that pull the sperm up closer to the egg for fertilization. Since I have no knowledge of what type of clitoral stimulation you prefer, I purchased several options. We will need to experiment to determine which speed, rhythm, shape, and texture work best for you.”
I dislike immensely that I have no knowledge of her clitoral stimulation preferences.
She shrugs against the mattress. “Okay. I can test to see what I like best.”
My newfound control incinerates in a blazing inferno of lust as I watch Olivia press the purple vibrator straight to the sweet spot between her legs, which she widens to form an open, asymmetrical diamond with her knees bent and the heels of her feet nearly touching. Her eyes close, and a moan drifts from her lips, punching me squarely in the chest.
“Give me that,” I bite out, snatching the vibrator from her clutch.
Her eyes pop open. “I thought you wanted me to try them all out?”
“No. Your body needs to associate me with your source of pleasure.”
She does not look convinced that I can provide her with any pleasure at all. I am also not convinced. I am five point three seconds from inserting myself into her in a violent way that will not ensure her pleasure in the slightest.
“Why buy all these vibrators if you’re going to do all the work? You could just use your fingers instead of an expensive toy.”
“Because I must also focus on the task of depositing my sperm as closely to your cervix as possible. The pillow will aid in depth of penetration to ensure closeness to your cervix. I must secondly concentrate on timing my orgasm with the moment that yours occurs. Conception chances rise greatly when man and woman climax together.”
She stares at my erection that is overpowering any possible sense of reason. The vascular system has too much blood pooled in the collapsed vessels. The grossly swollen tissue stretches my skin to the brink of bursting. Relief is mandatory. Soon.
“I don’t think we need to worry about depth of penetration with the length of your rod. I’m honestly a little concerned about it slamming right through my cervix.”
“That is why we will try several different positions,” I grind out. My stupidly visual brain imagines all of those positions for me with startling clarity.
She nods and folds her arms behind her head like another pillow that is not designed for anything other than to further tempt me to shove my dick down her throat until she swallows like she did so amazingly well last night. “Yes. I read missionary, doggy style, and reverse cowgirl are the best positions. Did you find others?”
“I do not understand why that position is consistently listed. Reverse cowgirl defies logic. The entire point is to use gravity to aid the directional movement of the sperm. Anything with you on top is out of the question.” As is anal and oral for much more obvious reasons. That doesn’t mean I am not still imagining them. “Other suitable positions include modified missionary with your legs over my shoulders, a rather dangerous seeming position titled the wheelbarrow, scissoring, and coital alignment technique.”
She hums. The sound vibrates in my engorged flesh. “You mentioned coital alignment. I researched it. That seems too complex.”
“It is really not. It focuses more on clitoral stimulation than deep penetration, which would actually spare you the agony of my penis slamming right through your cervix.”
She raises her eyebrows. Her nipples are flat. Her naked body is completely relaxed on my bed in the middle of a cornucopia of sex toys. She is no longer aroused at all. “While I appreciate the idea behind clitoral stimulation to aid in the possibility of climaxing simultaneously, isn’t one of the main goals deep penetration to deposit sperm as close to the cervix as possible? It doesn’t sound like coital alignment technique will accomplish that.”
“You also indicated you are not in favor of deep penetration for fear the length of my rod will impale you in painful ways.” This is much better. Verbal sparring is a soothing tenet of our relationship. With my mind keeping up to the challenge she presents me, I do not have time to think about ravaging her body well past the point of conception.
“You warned me that you’re going to make me sore.” She shrugs again. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“I also said I have no wish to cause you pain.”
“Okay.” She sits up and places the toys on the nightstand one by one until the mattress is clear again. Then she slides the wedge pillow to the side before crawling under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” Panic competes with my rampant arousal.
She adjusts her head on her pillow then closes her eyes. “I’m going to sleep, Ollie. I refuse to force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
“What does that mean?” Comprehension skills are declining with the rapid acceleration of my anxiety. She is not being clear enough.
“It means that in spite of your obvious arousal at the sight of my naked body, you do not seem to want to engage in sexual intercourse with me nearly as much as you want to discuss the idea of it. That’s okay. The events of this week have progressed very rapidly. We went from best friends to a fake pregnancy to a discussion about you impregnating me for real to a first date. And a blow job,” she mutters before clearing her throat. “It’s a lot to take in and adjust to. There are obviously still more discussions to be had and parameters to define. We don’t need to rush the planning stage. I never want you to fake anything for me the way you did for the other women you were with. Good night.”