Free Rich Pickings by Ashe Barker Page B

slides his cock fully home, no longer tense, any vestige of lingering, subconscious resistance gone.
    He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t move inside me at all. Just remains there, continuing to use his fingers to caress me until I stop coming. Although he’s unmoving, my arse is clenching around him, tighter with each delightful wave of ecstasy. I’m full, more than I could ever have imagined and stretched to my limit, but it’s fine. I’m fine, as he said I would be. As the tingles of my release ebb away they’re replaced by a wave of intense gratitude. He kept his word. I trusted him, and he’s taking care of me.
    “Summer?” His voice is low and soft, a warm, rich murmur, seeking confirmation that I’m alright.
    I don’t think I could manage to speak at this moment, my emotions are much too close to the surface. Instead I stretch out my hand to close around his, now resting on the duvet on either side of my shoulders. I squeeze. It seems to be enough, because he leans in to kiss that sensitive spot between my shoulder blades, still warm from the flogging.
    “That’s all of me. You’ve done well. Am I hurting you?”
    I shake my head.
    “Good. I’ll be gentle, and I want you to tell me if I do hurt you. Yes?”
    Again, I can’t manage words, but I nod. He starts to move. Slow at first, he withdraws his cock maybe halfway before sliding it back in again. He waits a moment before doing it again. And once more. I groan, my fingers opening and closing around handfuls of duvet. Dan stops.
    “Summer, is this too hard, too fast?”
    “No, I’m fine. I am, really. It just feels so, so…”
    He chuckles. “I get the picture. And did I mention, little slut, how very beautiful you are?”
    “No, Sir. Not that I can recall.”
    He gives the side of my bum a playful tap. “Liar. Now stop distracting me. I’m trying to concentrate here.”
    “My apologies, Sir. And I would appreciate it if you could manage to pay attention.” Who knew I could find it in me to be flippant at a time like this?
    Chuckling, he withdraws again, almost pulling right out before he plunges back in, deep and harder now. The sensation is intense, a sweet, ragged friction deep inside, intimate, decadent. Wicked and forbidden and quite, quite breathtaking. A tightness starts to form low down in my body, another orgasm starting to unfurl. My hands form tight, desperate fists as the pleasure grows and warms. My pussy quivers deliciously, and I wish longingly for him to finger fuck me too. That would be so good, so…
    “Oh Christ. Sir, I…” My voice trails off as he picks up a rhythm, solid, certain. Deep and penetrating, searching for my response. I give, it. I have no choice, it bursts from me as my body spasms uncontrollably.
    Dan leans forward, slips his hands beneath my shoulders and hauls me upright, onto his thighs. I lean back against his chest as he arranges my knees on the outer sides of his own and spreads my legs wide.
    “Look.” He whispers the single word into my ear, pointing to the mirror strategically fixed to a wardrobe across the room. I open my eyes and stare transfixed at my image, our image, reflected there. My body is pale in comparison to Dan’s healthy tanned glow, his shoulders visible above and behind me, his legs under mine. But the rest of the tableau is me, just me in nude, aroused glory, my nipples deeply pink and swollen. My stomach is gently rounded, the triangle of pale hair beneath blending subtly with my own creamy skin tones. As I watch Dan lowers his hand to stroke my wispy curls.
    “This is lovely, like you, but it has to go. Agreed?”
    “Yes.” My answer is a breathy moan as my pussy squeezes and clenches again, desperate to be filled. Dan reaches around to caress my left breast, his right hand sliding between my glistening folds.
    “If you were waxed, truly naked for me, we’d be able to see your sweet little clit. Just here, see?” He parts my folds with his fingers to expose the sensitive