Something that will help my fantasy come true. Eventually.
My heart has settled into a normal rhythm and so has my gut. I have been so afraid of this, and it’s over. Thank fuck.
Walking up the stairs, I hear music coming from my bedroom. Our bedroom. I’ve been referring to it as our bedroom since she first stayed over. Because I know as long as I live here it will always be ours. There’s no part of it that can be separated from the two of us. It’s where we slept together for the first time, and where she lost her virginity, and hopefully where she’ll agree to be my wife. It is ours.
Nicola is naked just like I asked, posed on the bed in a way that makes her look like the centerfold of the playboy calendar. I’m hard instantly. This feels more normal, that tension that strung between us the past few days evaporating with every second.
I place the glasses of wine on the nightstand and open her drawer of the dresser where I placed the toy. “I have something for you, if you’re willing.”
I give her a smile. One that’s hopefully teasing and filled with lust at the same time. “Something that will help my fantasy. Just to get you started.”
Her eyes widen as I lift the box that shows the purple butt plug. But she doesn’t look scared. More curious. “You’re going to put that—”
“In your perfectly delicious ass, yes.”
Nicola licks her lips and I don’t even think that she’s conscious of doing it. “How does that help your fantasy?”
I sit next to her on the bed, and with one motion pull her over my lap so the canvas I’m looking for is within reach. She squeaks but doesn’t protest. “Because your ass isn’t used to taking things the size of my cock. It’s not used to taking things at all. And as much as I’d like to bury myself balls deep on the first try, that would be painful for you. So we’ll start small, and then when I think you’re ready, I’m going to fuck you here so hard you won’t ever forget it.” I drift my fingers over the skin of her ass, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin and feel her stiffen as I touch her hole.
Earlier, before everything, I had already planned to do this and I left a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and I grab it. “You’re okay with this?”
Nicola’s voice is breathy, and her hips rise up towards my hands. “Yes.”
Wetting my fingers with the lube, I draw it across her skin before I push in with one finger and she gasps. “Oh.”
“Breathe.” I place my other hand on her upper back. “Relax.”
I feel when she does, and my finger slips deeper. God, this is so fucking hot, I’m in pain. My cock is straining against my pants and there’s no way she doesn’t feel it because it’s poking up into her stomach.
Slowly, I work my finger inside, and back out. Just a few strokes to get her used to it, but all I can think about is how tight she is and what it will be like gripping my cock. I can’t wait for that day.
I grab the plug and coat it with lube. “Here it is,” I say, gently pressing it against her ass. She jumps a little, and then relaxes again. It’s a tiny plug. Barely bigger than my finger, and it pops in without too much effort.
“How does that feel?”
Nicola wiggles her hips. “Weird.”
“Good weird?”
“Honestly?” She asks. “I’m not sure yet. But it’s not bad weird.”
I let my hand drop between her legs, and allow my fingers to explore her. She’s soaking wet, and my fingers come away shining. “Seems like your body thinks it’s good weird,” I say.
“Yeah.”
Lifting her up, I set her on her feet. “Against the wall.”
Nicola goes still. “What?”
I point. “Put your back against that wall.”
What I’m about to do sinks in, and her cheeks and chest flush with that delicious pink that I love so much. But she obeys, backing up.
The video she sent me had both participants naked, but I’m not going to be. It’s not the fact that the woman is being fucked against a wall that makes that video amazing to watch. It’s the vulnerability.
And few things make you feel more vulnerable, more out of control, than being naked when someone else has clothes on. I unbuckle my belt as I approach her, letting my cock spring free. Fuck that feels good.
Slowly, I lift Nicola’s chin so that she’s looking me in the eyes. “You know what I’m doing?”
“Yes.”
I run my thumb along her lower lip. “Feel free to scream for me.”
Her chest rises and falls faster. “Okay.”
Scooping my hands under her thighs, I lift her off the ground so her legs settle on my hips before I enter her with one thrust. Even with the tiny plug the fit is more snug, and she moans.
I force her back against the wall, pressing her into it with my chest. “Give me your hands, Nicola.”
It takes her a second, but she lifts them off my shoulders and gives them to me. I don’t grab her hands though, only her wrists before I spread them as far as they can go and pin them to the wall. “Do you like this?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I thrust once, and her head falls back, exposing her perfect neck to me and I can’t not taste her skin. “I’ve got you right where I want you,” I whisper. “Helpless and pinned, supported by nothing but my thick, hard, cock.”
Nicola whimpers, her pussy squeezing down on me in a reflex. She likes the dirty talk and being reminded of who’s in charge. Before she sent me this video she thought about it. She knew that I was going to try to reenact it and she chose this.
I run my tongue up along her neck until my lips are pressed against her ear. “And with that plug in your ass, two of your naughty holes are filled by me. Now all I need is a gag for that pretty mouth of yours and you’ll be stuffed full.”
“Fuck, Tristan,” she gasps. “Please, fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I say roughly, feeling her nipples pebble into peaks between us. “But right now I know that my girlfriend likes dirty talk, and I can feel how hot you get when I talk about what I’m going to do to you.”
She shudders, eyes closed, and I try to keep the smile off my face, to remain serious. But this is fun. God, I love her, and I love making her squirm.
“I should get a gag that’s a cock, so you’ve got one down your throat while I fuck you.”
“They make those?”
“They do,” I growl, pulling back far enough to drive into her, and she cries out.
Rolling my hips, I make sure to grind against her clit. She pulls me closer with her legs in response.
Every move I make is slow and deliberate, not just because this is a difficult position to hold but because I want to make her shake, drawing out every ounce of pleasure that I possibly can.
I settle on a steady pace, smooth and rolling and aiming for as much friction as possible. Nicola’s fingers flare and curl into fists, and her hips try to thrust back against me. But the way I have her she can’t move at all. “Jesus, Tristan. Please. I need—” She cuts off. “I need to come.”
“Who’s in charge tonight?”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine. “You are.”