Chapter 69: "Brave, Not Much Stamina Though " [R18]

He moved slow and careful, and Eleanor took it, her breath coming in short, sharp little bursts against the mattress.

She was on her hands and knees, ass lifted toward Damon, lube still slick and cool between them. Her fingers were twisted deep into the sheets.

He was fully seated in her ass for the first time in her life, holding her hips exactly where he wanted her, letting her breathe through the stretch.

"Mmh... yes..." Her voice was thick with relief. "Oh... oh, that’s good... mmh, that’s so good... keep... keep just like that..."

He stayed slow, long shallow withdrawals and careful returns, and she sobbed with relief, her whole body sagging and then surging back to meet him without meaning to.

"Ahh! Yes... mmh... thank you, thank you, oh god... thank you for going slow..."

"You’re doing so well," He murmured, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass. "First time and you’re taking all of me. How does it feel now? Still stinging?"

"Mmh... a little... but mostly full..." she breathed. "So full I can’t think... mmh... every time you move I feel it in my stomach..."

He drove into her, a little rougher and deeper now, and she moaned with every thrust, her voice climbing higher and higher. Her free hand reached back blindly and found his thigh, her fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

"Ahh... ahh... mmh..." She was gasping now, barely getting the words out. "I’m... mmh... I’m close...? Is that normal...? From... mmh... from back there...?"

"Very normal," he said, grip tightening, slipping a fraction deeper to make her whine. "You’re rubbing right against your sweet spot through the wall. So tight back here I can feel every pulse. You want to come like this? "

"Mmh... yes... please... I’m so close... I’m so close..."

"Not yet."

"Mmh... I can’t... oh god, I can’t hold it... please, Eleanor wants... I mean I want... mmh..."

"You can. Wait for me."

"Mmh... oh god..." She was shaking, her whole body wound tight as a wire.

She looked back at him, eyes bright and hungry, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at asking for this that morning. "Please... please, I’m right there, I’m right there... don’t make me wait..."

He reached around her hip and found her, fingers sliding over her swollen, neglected front, and she jolted like she’d been struck.

"Ahh! Oh god!" Her whole body shook, her ass clenching hard around him. "Mmh... yes... yes, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop... oh, right there..."

"Feel that?" Damon growled softly, fucking her ass slow and deep while circling her. "Me deep in your ass and my fingers on you. Who’s making you feel like this?"

"You... mmh... you are... only you... ahh..."

"Say it. Who did you wake up wanting this morning? Who did you suck with your sleepy mouth?"

"Mmh... you... I woke up thinking about you inside me last night... and I couldn’t help myself..." she whimpered. "And now... mmh... now you’re in my... in my ass... and it’s so much..."

"Now." His voice dropped. "Come for me now, Eleanor. Let go around me."

Splash.. Splash

She came with a sharp, broken cry, her body clenching hard around him, her ass gripping him in pulsing waves, her hips bucking back.

He kept moving through it, slow and deliberate, and she sobbed out her moans, her legs shaking so badly they nearly gave out, her nails raking his thigh.

"Ahh... mmh... oh... ohh... it’s too much... it’s still going... mmh... Damon..."

"That’s it. Good girl. Just like that. Milk me."

She was gasping, her voice wrecked, face pressed to the pillow.

He drove in deep to the root, hips flush against her ass, and held her pinned there. Then he let go.

Splurt....Splurt...Splurt

"Mmh... oh..." Her breath caught. "Oh god... yes..."

The hot pulse flooded deep into her bowels, thick and deliberate, and she moaned long and low, her hips pressing back against him to take every drop.

He groaned above her, hands locked on her hips, holding himself buried to the hilt so nothing could escape.

Another pulse, thick and heavy, splashing deep inside her ass, and another, steady and hot, filling her from the inside out. She gasped at each one, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her ass fluttering and milking around his throbbing length.

"Mmh... mmh... oh..." Her voice was ruined now, barely a whisper. "I can feel it... god, I can feel all of it... so warm... so deep... keep coming... please keep coming in me..."

He kept coming, pulse after pulse, slow and heavy, pumping her full until it started to slip around his shaft, warm and slick, coating the stretched rim.

He ground in small circles, working it deeper, making sure it stayed inside her, his cock twitching with every last rope.

When it finally eased, he held there a moment, still buried, then pulled out very slowly. She gasped as she felt the emptiness, then the fullness again as it started to seep, warm and thick, sliding down toward her thigh.

"Oh..." She shivered, and her legs gave out all at once, dropping her flat onto the mattress. "Mmh... look at the mess you made... I can feel it leaking..."

Her eyes fluttered, and then they closed. Her breathing evened out, deep and slow, her cheek still pressed to the pillow, one arm flung out. Out cold. Again.

He stood there a moment, looking down at her. Sprawled, wrecked, still flushed, her hair a disaster across the pillow, lube bottle still open on the bedside table from when she finally worked up the courage to ask.

Amused, more than anything. She’d asked for it shyly, begged for slow, taken all of it, asked him to finish inside her ass, and then just folded like a puppet with the strings cut.

"Brave," he murmured, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Not much stamina, though."

He pulled the blanket over her before stepping away, mostly to keep her from waking up cold and complaining about it later.

He glanced at her sleeping face, his smile returning. She had really surprised him today.