Free Dream & Dare by Susan Fanetti

were muffled by their mouths, grinding together.
     
    As his thrusts sped up and she hooked her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life, he tore his mouth from hers and buried his face against her neck. She loved this best of all, her face tucked to his shoulder while he rocked inside her, the way the scent of him surrounded her completely, the way she could feel his muscles moving against her cheek as he filled her up again and again, enlivening her body in ways only he could. She loved the sound of them, their bodies waxing and waning together, and the sound of him, his labored breath and feral grunts, and the sound of herself, the cries and moans that seemed independent of her will.
     
    And then his hand slid under her, between her and the bed, and his fingers found the ruched ring of her anus. This was a thing he liked that, before him, she’d never known was a thing at all. Not for straight people, at least. The first time his finger had touched her there, that very first night, she’d about had a heart attack. She’d been afraid at first. But now she knew she liked it, and she brought her knees up higher, spread herself wider, as his finger pushed in. Immediately, she felt the spasm and rush that signaled the onset of her climax, and the sound of them changed as her juices flowed even more.
     
    When she moaned, he chuckled, “That’s my wild girl.” And pushed another finger in.
     
    “Oh God. Hooj! Yes!”  Lord, that felt so good. She didn’t know how it was possible.
     
    Just as she was getting to the point where all she cared about was the splendid tumult in her body, he took his hand from her and lifted away, to his knees. She groaned and tried to pull him back, but he eluded her with another chuckle.
     
    Still inside her, he looked down. “I love you, Bibi Elliott.”
     
    Hearing her new name for the first time, she smiled, forgetting the crushing disappointment at having her orgasm derailed. “I love you, too. Come back here.”
     
    “You’re mine now. Forever.”
     
    She nodded. “And you’re mine. So get down here.” He thrust into her, and she whimpered and arched. “Please, Hooj. I was close.”
     
    His eyes went black, his expression intent and serious. “I want all of you. Give me all of you.”
     
    “You have me.” Now she was getting confused as well as frustrated. “Don’t you?”
     
    “Let me take you here.” He pushed his hand between them, under their joining, and smoothed his fingertips over her anus.
     
    Oh. Based on her sample of cocks she’d experienced, which was not exactly extensive, but was almost double digits, Hoosier was enormous. Fingers were one thing—fingers were wonderful—but the thought of taking his cock that way…
     
    “Hooj, I don’t…” She couldn’t finish; she didn’t want to tell him no, but she didn’t want to tell him yes, either. She was afraid.
     
    “I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. Trust me, Bedelia. The way you take my fingers, I know you’ll like it.”
     
    “I’m scared.”
     
    He smiled his wise smile and then leaned over and picked up something from the bed—whatever it was he’d had in his kutte pocket. She’d forgotten.
     
    He handed her a small brown bottle. “Hit this. It’ll be okay.”
     
    It was Rush. “I’ve never done poppers, though.”
     
    “No? Really? Why not?”
     
    “I don’t like puttin’ things up my nose.”
     
    “It’s just vapor, baby. Just sniff the top of the bottle.” While his fingers continued to tease her anus, he smoothed his other hand over her belly. “Trust me.”
     
    She trusted him. And his thrusts continued, slow and gentle now, keeping her need acute. So she came up onto her elbows and opened the little bottle. She huffed a deep huff.
     
    And instantly— instantly —her head spun and her heart raced. The room rocked and rolled, and she felt higher than she ever had in her life. She giggled. “Oh, fuck me!”
     
    Smiling broadly, Hoosier