“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to take you right there in the library?” Jalen said as he pushed his hands into my hair. His voice was gruff, his body hard as he pressed me against the door.

“I would’ve let you,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fuck,” he growled into my throat.

His hands dropped to my hips and slid around to cup my ass. The moment I felt him lift, I pushed up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He shoved my skirt up and rocked against me, his cock hard beneath his zipper, my panties wet as they rubbed my oversensitive skin.

“I need you inside me,” I breathed against his ear. “Now, J. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since you had your fingers in me. I want to come on that thick cock of yours.”

He shuddered, back muscles rippling under my hands. “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“Good.” I bit his jaw, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to sting.

He pulled back enough for our eyes to meet. “You better be sure you want this.”

The warning made my pussy throb. “I want it.”

He didn’t look away as he reached between us. His zipper rasped down, and he pulled my panties aside. With one quick jerk of his hips, he buried his full length inside me, both of us cursing as we came together. He fucked me in short, fast thrusts, the base of his cock rubbing my clit with almost painful friction. I didn’t ask him to stop though. I meant what I said. I wanted this. I wanted the edge that pain gave me, the extra intensity that came with riding that fine line.

I came quickly, my uninhibited cries echoing in the foyer. He followed a moment later, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. He kissed me then, softly, his hands gentle as they eased my legs down. I wobbled, my knees weak, and he chuckled as he caught me around the waist.

“Now that we’ve taken the edge off,” he said, “what do you say we head upstairs and take things a little slower?”

“That’s not going to fit.” I could hear the slight quaver in my voice, but it was understandable, in my opinion anyway. The butt plug in Jalen’s hand was huge.

He raised an eyebrow and wrapped his free hand around his cock. “It’s thinner than my dick, and that’s been in your ass.”

“Yeah, but not when I had something else in my pussy,” I argued.

Even as I protested, a part of me was turned on by the idea he’d proposed, and if I was completely honest, it’d been something I’d always been secretly fascinated with. I’d never tried it. Like other things, it’d always required too much trust for me to do before, and then when I found a person I trusted enough, the idea of inviting someone else to join us wasn’t something I wanted to consider. Jalen bringing it up had surprised me – and bothered me, truthfully – but only for the short length of time it had taken him to clarify. He didn’t intend to share me. He’d use other means to accomplish the task.

Hence, the flesh-colored toy he was currently holding.

“Do you trust me?”

I sighed, but I wasn’t annoyed. I’d simply needed him to give me an excuse to agree despite my nerves.

“I do.”

“Then get up on your hands and knees. You don’t want to end up on Santa’s naughty list on Christmas Eve, do you?”

I shot him a dirty look as I got into position. “You’re really going to invoke Santa’s name for something like this?”

“Hell yes,” he said, lightly slapping my ass. “What do you think I wanted for Christmas?”

I laughed, the sound turning into a yelp when a lube-coated finger breached my ass. He’d been playing with it a bit while he’d gone down on me earlier, but I’d had a feeling there really wasn’t such a thing as genuine preparation for that initial anal penetration.

Then again, a lot of things about my relationship with Jalen hadn’t stuck to my expectations.

My head dropped forward, hair falling in a curtain on either side of my face. Despite the cool liquid he trickled down my crack, the second finger he was currently working in burned. I let out a slow breath and tried to relax. He would make me feel good, I knew, but it was a process.

“You know,” I said breathlessly, “I’m pretty sure this is what would get me on Santa’s naughty list.”

He laughed, that low, masculine sound that sent a rush of arousal through me. “I don’t know about that. You look pretty nice to me, and I think even good old Saint Nick would agree with me if he saw you like this.”

I flushed at the thought of what I must look like. Head down, ass up. Nipples jutting out from my breasts in two hard little points. Pussy dripping and clit swollen from him making me come with his mouth. His fingers moving in and out of my ass.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his free hand running the length of my spine. “No one but me will ever see you like this.”

I told myself that he wasn’t making any real promise, just talking in the heat of the moment, but I couldn’t stop that bright flicker of hope that sparked at the thought of us being together always. A year ago, the idea of being in an exclusive, committed relationship would have scared the shit out of me, but now, with him, I could see it. Okay, it still terrified me, but it was a different kind of terrifying. The sort of anticipatory excitement that came with any unknown, but positive, adventure.

“All right,” he said as he pulled out his fingers. “I want you to relax and let me do the work. If it’s too much, tell me.”

I closed my eyes as cool plastic pressed against my asshole. My legs shook as the pressure grew, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I listened, instead, to the soft soothing sounds that he made and reminded myself that he wouldn’t hurt me. Not really. The stretching burn that grew steadily as he pushed wasn’t true pain.

I groaned as the hard shaft pushed past the muscle and slid into my ass. I couldn’t hold back a whimper as it settled into place, my brain struggling to process the impulses my nerves were sending out.

He brushed the hair away from my face, his expression one of concern as much as it was of desire. “Are you okay?”

“Give me a moment.”

He nodded. “Take all the time you need.”

I wasn’t planning on keeping either of us waiting that long, but considering the massive erection he was sporting, I appreciated his patience. His hand moved over my back, fingertips brushing the end of my scar. His touch soothed me, helped my muscles relax and adjust.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

I raised my head and met his gaze. “Very.”

He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth. “If it’s too much–”

“I’ll tell you,” I finished the thought.

He smiled and moved behind me. A moment later, I gasped as a single digit slid into my pussy. As wet and turned on as I was, he should’ve been able to start with two fingers, but the plug changed things, making even one finger feel impossibly thick.

I lost all track of time as my world narrowed down to what he was doing to my body. Each stroke reached a new place, nudged me closer to pleasure, but before I got there, a second finger joined the first, and I went through the process again. He took me to the edge, fingers twisting as he brushed his thumb over my clit.

“I want you to come again,” he said, pressing his lips to the base of my spine. “Come once more for me.”

My breaths came in small pants, everything in my body focusing on that small knot of pleasure growing low in my belly. I could hear him talking, encouraging me, coaxing me, but his voice sounded like it was coming from far away, an echo in my head, and then it was all noise, a rush of blood in my ears, the pounding of my heart.

The muscles in my body clenched and the feeling of my ass spasming around the plug sent a shudder through me. I made an inarticulate sound.

“Good girl.” He ran his hands over my hips and squeezed my ass. “Are you ready?”

If I could’ve managed to talk, I would’ve told him that was a silly question because I didn’t think I could really be ready for what was coming, but all I could manage was a nod.

He ran the tip of his cock along my slit, teased it over my swollen clitoris. I shivered, then gasped as he eased inside. Just the head at first, his hips rocking back and forth as he gave me the time I needed to adjust. Inch by inch, he filled me, and he cursed each time I tightened around him. His arms slid around my waist, hands moving up to cup my breasts as he curled over my back.

“Fuck, Rona.” His teeth scraped over my shoulder, and I shuddered, drawing another curse from him. “You feel so good, babe.”

I moaned as his fingers teased my nipples, lightly tugging on them even as I squirmed under him. Too many sensations were trying to make themselves known. I couldn’t sort them all out. Flames licked across my nerves, chasing prickles of electricity and pleasure. The pressure was almost overwhelming, the most intense thing I’d ever felt, but then he moved, and everything else flew away.

I couldn’t explain it, but it went deeper than my skin, my nerves. It went clear to the bone, to my soul. It was beyond physical pleasure, something primal, a connection far beyond just sex. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see his face or that we weren’t making eye contact. We moved together in the sort of perfect unison that didn’t happen often, at least not to me. A dance that we seemed to instinctively know the steps to.

When we came together, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, a feeling that carried through to when we collapsed together in a pile of tangled limbs. He wrapped his body around mine and pressed his lips under my ear. In a few moments, we’d need to move, to clean up, but for right now, I was content where I was.