Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Teil 2

After half an hour of recovery, the two went back up to continue where they left off.

"Okay, enough," Gabe groaned, sucking in the air and making a corresponding face as Samantha pumped up the black butt plug. But she couldn't resist and gave the plug another pump.

"Holy crap ... babe ...!" He whined, throwing his head back, and two involuntary tears rolled down his cheek. He was ... he'd never experienced anything like that, and his first doubts arose about whether he hadn't taken over. But he wanted it ... so he had to go through it now.

"Breathe!"

Gabriel was everything but no longer aroused and cramped more and more. On the other hand, his wife was so sensitive, worried, and patient that he liked to endure this procedure. Each rose had thorns, and he was ready to sting. After she had hit him on the butt a couple of times but not to hurt him but to outsmart the sphincter and thereby loosen it, he was eventually overwhelmed by some waves of arousal.

"Oh, baby ... please more ... please, gimme more!" Gabe begged impatiently and pressed against her hand, so she continued, wiggling and twisting her fingers until all five found space.

He didn't dare to breathe for a moment and bit his lip until it hurt, for he'd never been so filled up. There was no pain, but that incredible pressure was unfamiliar, and his eyes were getting bigger and bigger. There was some fear that something might break, but Samantha had stretched it so well and assured him that nothing could happen. All he had to do was to get involved and stay relaxed.

"Gabe? Are you okay?"

"Go on."

Sam swallowed and took more lube. Now it was she who was a bit scared. Overrun by various emotions, she didn't move. She remembered the moment when she first entered him with one finger –– a fantastic feeling ... the heat, the tight. Then, when she fucked him for the first time with the strap-on ... and now she was sinking her whole hand. And that feeling was incredible –– the feeling that he trusted her so much that she could do that to him.

"Baby, you tremble; I feel the vibrations," he grinned, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Now she was the one who looked at him wide-eyed. Gabriel felt Sam's concerns and tried to give her courage.

"It's all right. I'm ready; you've prepared me well. Please move on."

How could she resist those eyes? Samantha gathered all her courage; it was the thickest part of her hand to overcome. Samantha didn't have any big hands, but no small either, and somehow there was a feeling that things weren't going any further. Gabriel was impatient and pressed against her, only to be looked at by her sharply. That was the top priority: time, trust, awareness, and nothing to force ... that was the top priority. Suddenly, when Sam didn't believe it anymore, the inner muscle ring opened and pulled her hand in as if it had always belonged there, while Gabriel felt he was getting less and less air. That was the time when both stopped breathing. The moment Samantha closed her hand in a fist, Gabriel's eyes closed, and he screamed.

The feelings that rolled over him were so intense that he clung to the chair with all his strength. His heart was racing, and he was dizzy; he felt he was about to have a heart attack. Slowly his eyes opened, and there was the worried look of his wife, who hadn't moved a bit. Sam didn't know what was going on. Did he have pain? Was it a good feeling?

"Gabe, say something," she pleaded, putting her hand on his thigh.

"Oh, baby, if you could feel that ..." he whispered and sparkled at her. "Please do it finally and move!"

Son of a bitch, I was worried!

Carefully Samantha's fingers stretched and closed many times, and it was ... how should one describe that ... as a cook, she would've compared it to pudding or cake dough. It was hot but not so tight. Just fascinating. One couldn't be closer to a person.