Chapter 48

Chapter

Forty-Eight

Ana

" A re you sure about this?" Crusher asks against my lips, between kisses.

After his initial, passionate, desperate kiss, his lips have turned tentative. So has the hand that's stroking me through these infernal trousers. Although the light friction is driving me insane with need.

"Yes," I say on a hiss. "Wait." I lean back. "Am I sure about what?" We can't afford to have more misunderstandings between us.

"About having sex."

I nod, and then his eyes turn worried.

"Actually." He shakes his head. "Are you sure that you love me?"

"Very sure." I slide my fingers into his hair and look deep into his eyes. "I love you Crusher. I love you so much my heart wants to burst out of my chest so it can pump next to yours."

Our lips crash together, and they spar and dance as we work to devour each other. I tug on his t-shirt, trying to remove it, but he's so much stronger, so much bigger than I am, so I stop trying to direct the action.

As we kiss, as we touch, as we claw at each other's garments, somehow Crusher's talents remove every stitch of our clothing, leaving us both naked, me lying back against the partially reclined chaise.

One of his legs kneels between mine, and the other stays on the floor as he kisses me. Crusher's being so careful, so tender, and as much as I want to feel his full weight crushing me, his thickness filling me, I also don't want to rush this. I want to relish every second as we show each other what we've just verbalized—physically manifesting our declarations of love.

My hands explore the muscles of his back, delighting as they flex and stretch in response to my caress, while his hands seem to touch me everywhere at once.

Then, one of those fabulously talented hands slides between my legs to fondle my sex. With no fabric in the way anymore, I groan my intense pleasure into our kiss. I'll never get enough of the taste of Crusher, his texture, his heat, his size.

I reach for his thick cock. But his hands capture my wrists, lifting them above my head. Trapping both wrists in one hand, his other returns to my sex, his fingers sliding gently through my folds.

He breaks our kiss, leaving his lips near mine, and our eyes so close I can't focus. "Is this okay?" he asks softly. "Please. Tell me what you want."

"You," I say. "I want you. I want you to do whatever you want."

He pulls back, and questions flicker in his eyes. "Really?"

I nod, my core heating at the idea of feeling the full force of Crusher—not only his body but his commanding personality.

"I'm done with thinking today. Done with making decisions." I realize he's probably tired too, but the look in his eyes darkens, and I no longer feel bad about asking him to take charge.

"You're in command." I lick my lips. "You're so big. So powerful. Tell me what you want me to do. I only hope I can give you half of what you desire."

Above my head, his hand tightens its hold around my wrists, and one of his thick fingers slides inside me. Gasping, I arch up off the chaise.

"That's it, baby," he says softly, as his finger pumps slowly inside me. "I knew you could take my thick finger. That's my baby."

I gasp again, both at the pleasure and at his words. I'm nobody's baby, and I'm about to object to the infantilization, but then he slides in a second finger to join with the first, and the fullness erases every single one of my objections.

"You're doing so well," he says, so close the heat of his breath scorches my lips. "You're my brave little warrior, taking two thick fingers inside your tight pussy at once. Do they feel good?" He plunges them deeper, curling them as he draws them back out.

"So good."

"I'm glad this feels good, baby. Because I know exactly what you need. I'll take charge. Trust me and I'll make you feel even better."

Looking into his eyes, I love the recognition and understanding I see there. We both know what's happening here. The roles and the game that we're playing. Him the commanding teacher and me his innocent pupil. But the further this goes, the more I realize that it's not completely role playing. Crusher likes to be in charge, and right now I'm glad that I'm not.

Over and over, his fingers drive deeply inside me, going hard and fast on the way in, and slow and curled on the way out. And each time they plunge, I grow closer and closer to a climax. So close I feel sure that the next time…

His fingers stop inside me.

"Can you take a third finger, baby? Are you stretched out enough to take that?" His thumb flicks my clit, and my pelvis jumps off the chair's surface, driving his fingers even deeper inside me.

"My, aren't you eager. "His fingers slide nearly out. "And so brave. Let's see if you can do it." Three fingers push into me together, and I yelp at the stretch, the added pressure.

And then he starts to move them. I can barely breathe. Continuing to plunge, he swivels his fingers inside me. Over and over, Crusher's fingers twist and plunge and plunder. His thick knuckles abrade my insides, creating stimulation and pressure everywhere at once. I want to scream, to tell him it's too much. But before I can, I want to ask him for more.

Relaxing, I remember that he is in charge. Tonight, Crusher's my commander, my instructor, teaching my body what it wants, what it needs.

"You still okay, baby?" He pulls back a few inches to look into my eyes, and I nod my encouragement.

"Uh huh." I drag my teeth over my lower lip and squeeze his fingers inside me.

"That's the way." Still holding my arms above my head with his other hand, he starts to fuck me harder with his three joined fingers, sliding them harder and deeper inside me. "That's the way, baby. Let my fingers stretch you out. Let me get you ready to take my thick cock." With each drive, his pinky strikes my outsides, hitting different places each time and adding to my excitement.

I lift my head, hoping to kiss him, but he slides down my body, kissing my throat, then my collarbones, then my armpits, making me squirm. And my movement changes the angles of his fingers inside me. I didn't know sex could feel this good without involving a cock.

"Would you enjoy a kiss here?"

Before I can answer, or even understand what he means, he sucks on one of my breasts, and it sends a jolt of electricity that tightens around his fingers inside me.

"My fingers felt how much you liked that." His tongue circles my areolae slowly, one then the other, and then he presses soft kisses around them. And still his three fingers continue their plunder inside me, such a brutal contrast to his soft kisses.

Pulling one of my nipples inside his mouth again, he sucks, then lightly bites.

"Oh, Crusher." I arch up.

He releases my nipple. "You like that, baby?" His fingers widen inside me, and I gasp. "Do you want me to kiss you anywhere else?"

"Yes. Yes. Kiss me everywhere. Kiss me wherever you want."

His expression darkens as he looks up into my eyes, and then he releases my wrists and shifts further down. He parts the folds at the top of my sex, and his lips latch over my clit.

"Oh!" I grab onto his hair, holding him, stroking him, as his tongue circles my nub, not quite touching it.

Luxuriously slowly, his tongue laps around my most sensitive place, and his pumping fingers slow their pace too.

He's just using two now, but they're going deeper. He curls them, he twists them, he splits and slides them against each other, constantly changing their phallic shape inside me. I feel like I've been cresting on the edge of a climax I can't reach, so I stop trying.

The aqua light from the pool is shimmering on the blue tiles above me, and I feel as if I'm floating. Floating on an ocean created by Crusher for the sole purpose of delivering me pleasure.

His lips lift off my sex. "Can you come for me, baby? Will you do that for me?" His mouth is so close, the air stimulates my clit almost as much as his tongue did.

"Yes," I say. "Help me come. Please."

Raising his head, he grins, his eyes darkened with lust. "Since you asked so nicely ." He latches onto my clit and sucks, as his fingers inside me quicken their pace.

I explode. If this pleasure ever ends, I'll be shocked to discover I'm still in the room, if I'm still on the planet. And still, he continues to apply suction as the speed and force of his thrusts accelerate, pushing against my contractions that fight to draw his fingers deeper inside me.

"Good job, baby," he whispers against my pubic hair. "You're doing such a good job. You're so brave. I think you might even be ready to try my cock now." His gaze rises to meet mine, and I'm shocked to find a genuine question, a hint of vulnerability inside his confidence and commanding lust.

"Do you think I'm ready?" I drag my teeth over my lip, wondering if this is what he wants from me—the unsure, near virgin he first met, the one who'd never felt sexual pleasure, who'd certainly never had a huge cock deep inside her. "You're so big"

His eyes show he likes my response, and his fingers spread apart as they slide slowly inside me. Then his fingers slip out, and he tastes them, his expression showing me how much he enjoys it.

Then his other fist grabs his cock, and all the air goes out of my chest as he holds it in front of me.

"Ready or not, my cock wants to taste your sweet juices."

I gasp, and my insides pound and throb, simultaneously recovering from his thick fingers, while anticipating the fullness of his cock. My legs are bent, my feet on the chaise, and he's still got one foot on the floor, the other kneeling. And the sight of his stiffness fills me with awe.

Will I ever get used to seeing his size? I don't need to roll play that reaction. Engorged with his blood, it's many shades darker than the rest of his body and the head is glistening, already leaking his seed.

His fist slides up and down his shaft, and the head seems frustrated, like it doesn't like to be teased and plans to take its anger out inside me.

"You sure you can take all this girth, baby?" Crusher asks.

"I…I want to try."

"That's my brave warrior." He strokes me, as he shifts his position. "I know I'm too big for your little body, but you're brave enough to do this for me. For us both."

He lifts my legs, folding me in two as he shifts forward. My body presses against the back of the chaise, as he rests my legs against his shoulders, and positions himself at my entrance. The size now feeling impossibly big.

My insides are clenching, pulsing with anticipation that's now joined with fear. All this role playing has me wondering whether I can survive his girth. I've had Crusher inside me before, but all this preamble, the feeling of him pressing against me, has left me questioning that truth.

And this will be our first time since we admitted our love. Surely that will feel different.

His hips swivel as he adjusts his position; his hands rise to brace my legs; and then, looking deeply into my eyes, he drives himself forward.

"Oh, ah." Pain vacates all the breath from my chest.

He pauses, just inside me. His lips are open, his eyes full of pleasure. "That's a good girl." His voice is tight. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you can take all of me inside you."

"I want to," I say, nearly breathless. "I can do it."

"Do this?" He pushes forward, and I gasp at the overwhelming sensations as he slides in another few inches, stretching me beyond belief.

"Please," I say looking into his eyes. "I can do it. I can take more. I can give your cock what it needs."

He pushes another inch forward, and my legs start to tremble in his hands.

"With your help, I can do anything," I tell him. "With you, I can take on the whole world."

"Oh, Ana." Crusher looks overwhelmed with emotion. Then his body shifts. His hips drive forward, pushing his cock deeply inside me.

"Fuck, Ana. Fuck. It's me who needs you. I need you so fucking much." Keeping at his current depth, he slides his thickness slowly inside me, his face in a grimace, his jaw clenched. "With you at my side, there's nothing I can't do."

I reach up to touch his chest, and then he starts driving harder inside me, using his weight and his leg on the floor to press me against the back of the chaise. His thrusts drive me higher up its cushioned surface, as the pleasure lifts me metaphorically higher and higher too.

I feel so full, so complete. It's as if Crusher's love is stuffing me along with his cock.

Grunting, he tugs me down until I'm flat on the chaise, and then, looking deeply into my eyes, he drives down into me, plunging over and over, until I shatter again in his arms.