Adrian let his idle fingers wander to the crease between her ass and thigh. He took his time pressing that, kissing it and caressing it. She moaned appreciatively as she got wetter with arousal.
He positioned the crown of his tool near her lips when she blocked him with her hand.
“Not there. The other hole.”
He did a double take, not sure he had heard right. She reaffirmed it.
“Yes. I want it up my ass. No one has had me there yet. I want you to be my first and my only. No one else will ever be in any of my holes.”
“Are you sure? I think it hurts,” he said, genuinely concerned about hurting her.
“Yes. I want it. Give it to me. Please!!” she said entreatingly, holding her rear wide open for him.
He pushed his member into her wet pussy for some lubrication. After he had moved it around enough for his liking, he took his drenched organ out from her wet hole and pressed it against her exposed sphincter.
He pushed forward a bit, letting the tip of the head break through the ring of muscle. She felt some pain, but gritted her teeth and bore it. Her body stood firmly in place as some more of his erection penetrated her most private hole.
“Is it painful?”
“NO!” she said through gritted teeth, “Keep going.”
It was slightly better for her as he sank another two inches of his hardness into her. She moaned and pushed back, forcing more of it into her tight backdoor. The pain was still there, but she was determined to get through it.
He was about halfway in, when the anal walls clamped around him like a vise. Adrian tried manoeuvring, but it he couldn’t get more room to move sideways. Instead, he decided to press on farther. The feeling of her rear passage clamping around his hardness like a thumbscrew was almost too much for him to take.
Karen could slowly feel the intense pain diminishing. It was giving way to a pleasure she had not known before. Her eyes closed as her mind was focused on the erection forcing its way deeper into her.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop now.”
Her fingers were working intensively, pressing and rubbing against her pulsing clit. His hands were on her smooth hips as he pulled her back towards his pelvis while thrusting forward. She was moving backwards as well.
“That’s it,” she gasped as she felt him bottom out inside her ass. His pelvis was flat against her ass as he buried his entire length inside her. They stayed that way for a few minutes, Karen loving the feel of him throbbing inside her.
“Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it like you’ve never fucked before.”
These words galvanized him into action. He pulled back and slammed into her hard enough for her smooth ass to ripple on impact.
“YES! Do that again.”
Adrian obliged by providing an encore. This time as well her ass shook when his pelvis hit her supple skin. They worked into a rhythm where he drew out of her ass slowly and then thrust it back in hard, making his sac slap against her ass.
“Oh God!! I love you in my ass even more than I did in my other hole.”
The pace of their copulation slowly increased until he was plunging himself into her in a lust-fuelled frenzy and a primal passion that exploded in a carnival of torrid sex.
And yet somehow, beneath the animalistic, raw anal sex, there was a quiet, tender love that could not be changed.
He slammed into her one last time, emptying his semen deep inside her. She screamed his name so loudly it resonated off the stone walls and echoed down the corridor.
Adrian fell asleep in her arms. She gently lay him down on the bed and stroked his face and hair. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. He stirred and smiled in his sleep and opened his heavy eyes a sliver.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“I will. I’m just admiring my husband while he sleeps.”
He shifted his head, snuggling closer to her.
“You get your beauty sleep. Your beauty is worth it.”
She smiled as his hand stroked her hairline. She never got tired of him touching her.
“Tell me this is not a dream,” she said, petulantly, “Tell me I never have to wake up.”
“When you wake up, you will find me beside you. We will see the dawn together. The dawn of a new era in our lives and for every dawn from now, till as long as I live, I will be your husband.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms to the waves crashing against the shore and the quiet rustling of the wind through the window. * *
Karen was a woman on a mission.
Her body craved his lustful gaze, yearned for his special touch. She relived their best nights over and over again.
But the night wasn’t about her. It was about Adrian. She was going to put on a show for him, one last time.
Under her white shirt and formal coat, she wore his favourite lace bra. It had a floral patterned ridge. Underneath her plaid skirt, she wore nothing. He always liked feeling her up, taking his time, slowly exploring her. For one last time, he was going to do it.
She waited until the doctor had made his last round for the night. Slinking to the bed, she took his arm and gently slid it under skirt.
“Karen what….”
“Shh, don’t say anything. Use your fingers while you still can,” she said, urgency apparent in her tone.
He tried probing her moistness with his fingers, but he could barely move them. He was too weak to push any of them inside her. This made him feel inadequate, made him feel unworthy so he started moving his hand away. She grabbed his wrist.
“No. This is your night.”
Firmly holding his hand in place, she moved forward, forcing his limp fingers into her. She moaned as she pushed the hand to her drenched orifice. His fingers still did not respond, as she ground against them, rubbing them furiously against her flesh. The sound of a door gently opening broke her spell. She looked back to see the night-nurse having come early for her rounds. The nurse stood against the door frame, stupefied at the scene in front of her. Karen gave her a pleading, beseeching look, hoping against hope his last night of feeling was not interrupted.
Miraculously, the nurse smiled at her. That smile held an understanding and a deep sympathy. After all, the love story between the Carmichaels was part of urban New Yorker folklore. She could not bear to come between them. Giving a knowing nod, she stepped outside and kept watch.
Someone somewhere high up had enough benevolence for this small mercy.
Returning to her task, she pulled the fingers out of her snatch. She placed it over his thigh and made the index and middle fingers erect, while curling the rest. Bending over, she gently took those two in her mouth.
He moaned slightly as her tongue wrapped around his index finger and licked it. Taking them out of her mouth, she sucked them individually, covering her sexual liquids with a layer of saliva. It tasted bitter-sweet, symbolic of the moment.
Karen lubricated the fingers nicely before swinging her leg over. She knew he was weak and his bones were in no condition to take her body weight, so she held her engorged clit against it gently. Holding his fingers upright, she gently made them enter her sopping lips.
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