It’s Better Left Unsaid (vol.4.2) (femdom, pegging)

An overwhelming rush of emotion and sensation develops on my neck and spreads down my spine. Before I can even assemble a defense my entire body is consumed by the prickled exposition of vulnerability.

Hands and my knees down to my ankles are the constant reminder that I am indeed not floating as they contact the comforter. I stare at the pillows and shaky breathe after shaky breathe escapes my lungs and fills the room with my silent submission.

The only other sound is her behind me moving… preparing. Another breathe. “Such a good boy to stay so still for me.” My thighs and ass clench at the sound of her voice. My lower back tensing as I let out a muffled whimper of a sigh.

Finally, I feel her hands make soft contact with my flesh, her fingers sliding over my ass cheek, the palms quickly following suit as she takes handfuls of my ass into her hands in a gentle squeeze.

“Mmmm.” She purrs and I go numb. My head sinking closer to the comforter.

Her hands loosen their grip and travel over my body, along my back, down along my thighs, the teases my cock only a moment. He’s quick to show his appreciation and I moan to reaffirm his reaction. She giggles, the sound teasing and clearly devious.

She grips my hip with one hand and the other pushes up my spine, she applies pressure, pushing my face further until I feel my face pressing into the plush comforter.

Her breathing is heavy and I focus on the sound of her fervor. My mind dialing in and focusing on just sound and touch, the other senses blurring and evaporating; face down, ass up… for her.

In and out, the air of the room seems to move with her lungs. Her hands are on me, kneading my ass cheeks, running up and down my body. On me, off me, like burning ice every part of my body she blesses with her touch.. *Fuck!* I can already feel my balls churning, supplying the evidence of my arousal.

I’m so focused, the *pop* is a gunshot in the solemn woods of my mind. “Mmm, I’m gonna make *alllll* that stress just *melllllt* away.”

And then I feel it, the cool wetness that can only be lube. She traces her lubed finger around my asshole, the rosebud puckering like a frosty morning. I let out a soft whimper, she teases right over my hole, careful determination in her touch. She is delicate and yet the pressure cannot be denied.

I’m frozen, unable to shy away and yet unwilling to fully give in to her advances.

She casts out a contented sigh that punctures the room and my pride. Her finger slips inside me. And my own breathe catches somewhere between lung and lip.

I begin to paint the picture in my mind as she teases my hole, twisting her finger, sliding it deeper before slipping it out and dancing along the rim before slithering back inside me. I see everything I feel and my hands tighten slightly around a handful of comforter.

“Hahhh, fuck.” I breathlessly moan. Hoping it was soft enough to go unheard. Knowing it was not.

“Oh, we’ve only just begun Princess.” Her finger sliding deeper with each word as I feel a second finger dig along the tight rim.

I’m flushed and dizzy. I want all of her. To hold her, to fuck her, to make passionate and chaotic love to her. And yet… just her finger has me feeling so intensely full, brimming with smitten adoration, my chest feels heavy and shaky.

I exhale sharply as she slips a second finger inside me. Twisting and probing, opening me up. “Ohh gawd, uhh fuck.”

“That’s a good boy. Relax for Miss Mae Princess.”

Her fingers slip out of my ass and trail down to my balls, cupping them briefly before giving a slow and slippery stroke of my cock.

My legs shake violently and she giggles delightedly. She gives her obedient slave a few more stokes and as she pulls at my head one last time I am pure putty for her.

For what seems like the first time in my life, her hands are not on me. I’m lost and desperate for her return.

The moment lasts an eternity.

“Hhhuohhaa.” The chill of lube makes contact at the very top of my crack and oozes down between my cheeks. Her fingers rub it against my ass and I hear the schlick of stroking but my cock goes unnoticed.

The thick phallus slides between my ass cheeks and she presses the shaft against me as her hands grip my hips.

“You ready baby?”

I exhale deeply and clench my jaw. I’ve never been more ready.

“Mmm, Princess, I’m gonna need to hear you beg me.”

*oh gawd*

“Beg me to fuck away your frustration.”

My hips begin to gyrate against her, ass cheeks riding along the shaft. I pray this is enough pleading to suffice.

“Ohhh, baby boy…” She gives me a playful spank and I groan. It sounds like a whimper and I burn with humility.

My voice is soft, vulnerable, and I barely speak over a whisper. “please.” *Oh god, fucking please!* “please, fuck me.”

*SMACK*

“Mmm, I think you can do better than that.” She purrs.

*Shit* “please” I gulp and collect myself to speak, “Please fuck me Miss Mae.”

“Mmmmm, *such* a good boy.”

She draws her hips back and the length of the shaft slides down my ass crack before she aligns the bulbous head with my quivering hole. I can’t breathe, I don’t even know if I want to. More than oxygen, I just need *her*.

I feel her hand on my lower back, her fingers pressing gently in and drawing, coaxing me backward. The pressure builds as I launch one final resistance. The last reluctant guards to my pride, I call them off as my body relaxes, for her.

The head slips inside me and we both marvel at the occasion in our own ways; both moans, hers giddy and excited while mine is breathless and subdued.

She pushes onward, I feel every movement, I am hers.

Her hand massages my back, “Mmohh baby, are you ready?”

“Mmmhmmm.” I whimper, “please.”

She pushes deeper, I tense and she relents. Pulling out until just the tip is inside me. She drives back in, both hands finding my hips as she begins to move in and out, pushing my tolerance deeper each thrust.

I can’t help but give in to her advances, my body rapidly giving in to the sensation. She’s inside me and I cherish it. I feel every discussion, every meeting, every minute and minute detail of the day just fade away from me. Like the hazy fog that rises over the waters of the morning, my frustration begins to rise up and out of me.

She feels me, sees me, hears me letting go. Giving myself to her and it’s now her turn to release her frustrations. Her fingers dig into my hips and she begins to pound her cock into me. The sounds of our sex ringing off the walls and echoing in my skull.

My hands are groping the comforter and I am moaning and whimpering like the hungry little bird I am. I am soaring into unknown territory, unfamiliar lands. My mind is confused and my senses are being overwhelmed.

Each deep thrust is met with a flash that bursts inside my brain. I’m begging and moaning, pleading and suddenly Mae is hitting something inside me that makes me feel as though there is nothing that is truly under my control. My toes are curling and I am stuttering and yelping. I am outside my body and yet I’ve never felt so perfectly whole. And she is inside me. In and out, my mind is off-air, it’s all just fuzz.

My legs give way and I sink into the bed, she pounds me into it and I hear sounds that I don’t believe are my own but I can’t help but know are.

Her hands are all over me and her thighs slam into me as her cock continues to hit a spot I cannot even begin to describe. I want to laugh, I want to cry, it’s wet where my cock presses against the comforter. I think perhaps I’ve always been lost and she has found me. Or maybe just found me out.

I am bare and as she slows and shudders on top of me, I know she’s shared in the experience. She flops onto my back, her breasts pressed into me, her hands digging between my body and bed to hold my tight.

The little strength I have left, I use to lift myself slightly and fish my hands and tangle them with hers. I hold her, she holds me, and she is still inside me, moving slowly, deeply.

Her voice comes soft and sweet, “I…”

There is no need to rush her statement and I am grateful.

I squeeze her hands tightly pausing her spoken thought. I draw her arms tighter into me.

“I love you.” I whisper weakly.

She nuzzles into the back of my neck, kisses me and whispers back, “I know.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jcwfa2/its_better_left_unsaid_vol42_femdom_pegging