Free A Feast of You by Sorcha Grace

he said, stroking me.
    “You know I do.”
    His fingers slid higher, into the seam of my bottom, and he ran one finger up and down the cleft. “You’re going to like it when I fuck your ass too.”
    It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
    Apparently, the tender William who’d bathed me, caressed me, and held me last night and then again this morning was gone, and possessive William had come to take his place and claim what he wanted. And maybe today, right now, we were going to do this. It would be a first for me.
    William’s fingers continued to slide up and down between my cheeks, and I reached out and braced my arms against the wall of the shower, lowering my head so the water could pound on my back and release some of my tension.
    “That’s right.” William used a knee to spread my legs. “Let me see that sweet ass.” His finger circled my anal opening lightly, and I shuddered. “Every part of you is mine, Catherine. You know that, don’t you?”
    I looked over my shoulder and met his hungry eyes with mine. “I’m yours. You know that.”
    His finger probed me gently. “I’m going to enjoy taking you here.” His thick digit pressed more insistently at my opening, and I sucked in a breath and held it.
    “Just breathe,” William ordered. “Don’t I always make you feel good? Trust me.” His soapy finger circled and toyed with me, then gently pressed against my resistance. “Relax, baby. Take a breath and then push back against me.”
    I did as he instructed and pushed back against him, exhaling. I felt his thick finger slide in and go deeper than it had ever been in, past my tight ring of muscle and completely inside me.
    Oh my God. My legs went weak and heat instantly shot to my core.
    Slowly, William fingered my ass, gently stretching me and moving in and out of my most intimate place, filling me until I was arching myself toward him and meeting his finger with my own thrusts.
    “You like that, don’t you?” he asked with a growl.
    I met his gaze again. With the water sluicing over his hard chest and plastering his dark hair back from his forehead, he looked like a Spartan warrior. His eyes were molten grey now, and his piercing stare was directed fully at me. Just a look from him when he was this intense, this aroused, reduced me to a quivering bundle of nerves.
    “I love everything you do. I love you.”
    At that moment, with him looking at me with such raw desire in his eyes and me so thoroughly consumed with need, I would have done anything he wanted me to.
    “Who do you belong to, Catherine?” His finger slid out of my ass and then his cock was moving up and down between my cheeks.
    I panted with anticipation. “You, William. Only you.” As the head of his penis pushed against me, I curled my hands into fists. Everything inside me was tightly coiled and ready.
    “That’s right. Only me.”
    There was a subtle pressure as that rounded head pressed harder to gain access. I rocked back, inviting, needing. William let out a harsh groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
    But then he pulled away.
    What? I was ready. Why was he stopping?
    “But not today. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Then I felt his hard member move down until it rested at the entrance to my sex. My body was screaming with need, and I pushed back to force him to penetrate me. He chuckled. “Not yet.”
    He slid his slick cock over my swollen sex. I dug my fingernails into my palms as I tried to slow my breathing and will the spasms in my legs to stop. The head of his cock pushed in and I braced for more, for the full, hard length of him to fill me completely. But he pulled out. Then he was inside me again, teasing then withdrawing to slide over my clit, and then pushing into my swollen sex again.
    My head whipped back and forth under the warm spray of the shower. I wasn’t going to beg. Not this time.
    Finally William thrust fully into me, so deep I could feel him at my womb. I bit my lip to keep back a cry of