Behind

"How would you like it from behind?"

Her hands travel from my sex, past my buttocks, up my sides, and curve to cup my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

I gasp.

She pants a laugh at the noise I made. "Scared?"

I shake my head. "Wet..."

"Mmm." Her hands maneuver a little, allowing her moist index fingers and thumbs to embrace the pink peaks on my chest. "So would you?"

My eyes roll back as she rubs her fingertips over them again. "I... I've never tried..."

She pulls one of her hands back from my bosom to move part of my mane from my neck, permitting the opportunity to make another mark onto my skin. Her kiss lingers there for years before she murmurs, "Want to try?" She knows that if she continues to nibble there, she will convince me enough to walk on water for her.

"But... it will hurt... won't it?"

She chuckles softly into my ear. "It always hurts a little at first, doesn't it?" She licks my lobe, enticing a moan.

My mind wavers as my head shakes. "Not... always..." I don't have to be looking at her to know that that brought a smirk to her lips.

Her other hand withdraws from my chest and rests on my hip. She pushes me all the way into the wall, my breasts pressing to the cold structure. "Spread your legs," she whispers.

I oblige, the cool air teasing my damp lips. I shiver.

One of her hands slips down my back to the opening. Her finger traces the slit, grazing over my clit.

I whimper, leaning my warm forehead to the wall.

The digit falls back and descends.

I immediately stiffen at the new sensation. Hiss, even. It's so much tighter. More uncomfortable. She doesn't move much at all; in fact, she's barely in. I consider retreating, but I know that she won't accept that.

Her finger rotates. More discomfort. Then it gets easier. More pleasurable. My body loosens in nearly all places. I moan softly, biting my lips.

Her finger delves deeper. The discomfort returns, though not as horribly. I can tell she knows I'm uneasy. So she replaces her lips onto my neck, suckling tenderly. Her other hand slithers past the one on my backside and feels my sex, caressing my wetness.

Now this is much better.

Already I'm forgetting the bother and I'm welcoming it, even, by moving my hips. Moaning, too. When she adds another finger, I growl, but then I feel the pressure of her thumb on my clit, evolving the growl into a whimper.

Both of her hands pull away simultaneously, along with her lips. "How was that?"

"Not too bad..." I pant, smiling at the wall. "What's... next?"

"My little friend," she says, wearing a grin.

Eyebrows furrowed, I arch my back and peer back over my shoulder, seeing that she's wearing her favorite toy on a harness wrapped around her hips. I scoff. "No." I won't walk on water this time.

"I have lube, babe," she retorts, rubbing some of the oil onto my back to prove it to me. When I whimper again, she coos, "If it hurts too much, I'll stop. I promise." She kisses the hump of my shoulder. "Okay?"

Despite the erratic beat of my heart, I sigh and nod. My fingers push against the wall for support.

Her fingernails dig into my hips as she prepares herself. She slides herself in.

I gasp.

She grunts. "You're... tight," she says.

I bite down on my lip as she scoots further in. It starts to burn.

"I'm in... all the way..." She kisses the bare patches of my back, trying to make it easier. "How's it feel?"

My clenched teeth won't let me speak. It's silent for a moment. The burning decreases. Swallowing, I nod.

The hold on my hips gets a little tighter. She brings herself back just a little, and then she thrusts back slowly. She repeats.

There's less burning with each move. Soon, I don't feel the discomfort any longer and I release my lips. "H... harder..."

She growls into my shoulder as she does what she's told. Her hold would be hurting me if I was paying attention to it. The pleasure that was washing over me, however, had been a distraction.

She leans into me, her breasts press into my back. Her strokes are long and rough, but they're wonderful.

Bracing myself on the one hand, my other slinks down between my thighs and touches my wetness, teasing my clit. "Fast... faster..."

I can hear her grunts in my ear. Her warm breaths on the back of my neck. She's using just enough pressure... just enough force...

I cry out. My hand is coated. My breathing is uncontrollable. I can't focus.

It's quiet besides the heavy panting. I feel empty when the toy falls away.

Her mouth lingers on the canvas of my back. "So... how was it?"

Blinking a few times, I roll around so I finally face her. Her face is perspired and heated.

It turns me on.

I reach around her waist and pull her close. She squeals and smiles. I lean in and kiss her passionately while my hands roam back and touch her curves.

She pulls away, breathless. Curious.

I smirk as my fingers inch between the arcs. "I don't know," I purr. "Let's try it out."

She gasps.