19. Izzy

Ifelt wet. Sensual. Something was pushing into me. My hips rolled on their own accord into the feeling.

"That's a good girl, let me stretch you," a dark voice rasped out as he pushed his fingers into me forcefully. It felt incredible.

I teetered on the line of consciousness, my eyes still firmly shut. I allowed myself to just feel, without thought. A vibration found my clit and I moaned into my pillow.

"Yes, you are almost ready for me," the same deep voice continued, "I need to taste you, but first I need you. I've waited too long."

The words echoed around my sleep-addled brain as I slowly came into consciousness. Before I could open my eyes, I was flipped onto my hands and knees by rough, strong hands and dragged to the edge of the bed. A few moments later, something silky was placed over my eyes, covering them.

"We'll do this again, I promise. But this time, fall into the sensations."

I was still not fully awake, and I allowed my diluted mind to accept the man's suggestion. This was an ethereal encounter. I was falling into the feelings and not allowing my rationale to cloud the experience.

The man repositioned himself. He now seemed to stand on the ground, while I was on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I felt the vibrations return to my clit as, simultaneously, something much larger than his fingers pushed at my entrance.

He had already gotten me to the edge before I became aware of it. My body reacting to what my mind was just now catching up on. I could feel tingling between my thighs, my muscles clenching up, and I was hot. I could tell he had been using the vibrator on me as I slept, and I was close.

I whimpered as he continued pressing into me, stretching me. It was too much. I wasn't sure he would fit. "Too big." The words were garbled as I was pushed face first into the bed. Contrary to my words, my desire increased, and tension began to curl even tighter deep inside. I was loving every moment of this.

Of my lack of control.

"That's not the word," the man grunted out harshly before slamming completely into me.

I came on a scream, convulsing around his thick cock. I fought him, but one of his large hands used my hip as a handle to hold me in place. I was officially fully awake.

"What a good, dirty girl, you take me so well." He leaned over my back kissing and sucking on my neck while pulling the vibrator away.

I relaxed slowly, allowing myself to adjust to his size.

Was that it? I did come, but I wasn't sure what to expect next. Right when I thought he was just going to pull out and end it there, he pushed the vibrator up once more finding my clit.

I needed more of him.

"Hold this," he commanded.

I reached down holding the vibrator in place over my sensitive clit. "It's too much," I whined.

Long calloused fingers stroked the back of my hand before pulling away.

I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this. Even in my anxiety, I couldn't help but love every moment with this man. I was overwhelmed in both the worst and best kind of way, and I was enjoying it. The thought caught me off guard. I never realized how deeply I needed this experience.

I was his to fuck. I allowed it. This was my choice.

"You're going to need it." That was the only warning I got before he set a brutal pace. He used his other, now free, hand to hold me by the back of my neck. His long fingers wrapped to the front and squeezed with just the right pressure, causing jolts of desire.

"Fuck," I expelled out another moan. I was unraveling. Everything about this man was stripping me bare and I couldn't even see him.

But he overwhelmed my remaining senses. His words, his voice, his smell, his strength.

His domination.

That's what he was doing: dominating my body. Ruining me for any future missionary encounters.

He lifted me up off the bed and used my body to lift and drop me down his length, hitting a spot inside I wasn't aware existed. Every time he hit it, I let out a tiny gasp.

I never wanted this to end.

It didn't take long for the tension to pool once more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped out. He was everywhere. He engulfed me. I needed more and less of him at the same time. I was drowning in the endless pleasure and yet I felt as if I could never get enough of it.

"Yes, take me. All of it." He pushed my face back into the bed and pulled all the way out before slamming back in.

"No more!" I sobbed as I contracted once more around his length. I wasn't sure if I actually meant the words this time. He was in control of this encounter, but even still, I felt safe. I knew inherently that he would stop if I spoke my safeword.

That I was ultimately the one in control.

I felt heat fill me as he came. "You're going to take every drop of my cum and keep it in that cunt of yours." He pulled out for just a moment before flipping me over and pushing back inside.

I needed to see his face. See who had ruined me.

I went to take the blindfold off, but he caught my hands.

"Not this time. Tomorrow night. Same time? Whatever you want."

The fact that he felt the same way? That he wanted to do this again? I felt my cheeks flush.

I hummed my agreement. He could ask for anything at this moment and I might just agree. I felt as he lifted me up from the bed and repositioned us so I was straddling him, his dick still inside. Typically, my self-conscious side would shine when I was on a man, but I could tell he was sturdy. His bulk was almost too much for me to wrap my legs around.

Muscular arms enveloped my body and his crisp tangy scent invaded my being. I could practically taste him. He smelled comfortingly familiar. Of a good memory I couldn't quite place.

His hands reached down to cup me under the curve of my ass in a gentle hold. His strong fingers stroked my skin, leaving scalding fire in their wake. He held me like that for a long time in comfortable silence—just the beating of our hearts—before he finally disentangled our bodies, laying me down gently as he got up. I left the blindfold in place, even though I wanted more than anything to see this man.

A few minutes later a warm cloth began cleaning me. "Go back to sleep, little one. Pick something for us to do tomorrow night, and I promise not to disappoint."

"Mmm," I mumbled out. I allowed the man to sit me up and felt as my Mumu fell over my form.

The soft material was a comfort against my bruised skin. I expected the man to leave right away, but he didn't. Instead, he tugged my back to his chest and held me in his arms.

I ignored my insecurity that bubbled up with his arms wrapped around my stomach and permitted myself to fall into his embrace.

"You are perfection, little one, now go to sleep. I promise to come for you again." The man's hot breath on my neck left goosebumps in their wake.

I snuggled back, deeper into the security of his arms. He was providing the aftercare I didn't even know I so desperately craved.

I once more did my best to fall asleep.

This time wasn't nearly as difficult.

Yara was right, I needed this. I needed this man.

I hadn't felt this satisfied in years. This comfortable. This completely at ease.

And I had every intention of doing it again.

And again.

And again.