Take My Hand

34 And Me Underneath

Some people may not understand the attraction that I had for Sasha. He was older, domineering, and at times hard to please. But then again those were some of the things I liked about him.

See when it came easy to me I really hated it. What was the point? I didn't even have to try. Whether it was schooling or girls, it was boring. Boring! This thing between Sasha and I was hard. Anything but boring.

Speaking of hard... I shifted in bed and the solid mass of human behind me groaned a little. His dick was poking my leg and I blushed a little just thinking about last night. That had been inside me.

I could almost still feel it in fact. Or that's what it felt like anyways. Also I felt... moist. Such a shudder worthy word. I had showered and cleaned up, but there was still this feeling between my cheeks.

"What are you grinning at?" The grumbling voice asked close to my ear. I glanced up at him and saw him peeking one eye at me, the other shut tight and an arm thrown over his head.

"Stupid thoughts. Go back to sleep if you want, Sir." I replied honestly. He snorted.

"Can't sleep?" He mumbled. I nodded and turned to press myself further into him. He smelled good. He almost always smelled really fucking good to me though. His hand came up and rubbed my back soothingly.

"I'm too happy." I murmured into his chest. My hand was wandering his muscles lazily.

"I thought you'd say 'too sore.'" He was waking up, now looking down at me with a relaxed face.

"Not too sore. It feels weird. Like I can feel you." I rub my legs together a bit and make a face at him. He grins at that and rolls slowly so he is smushing me into the bed. I can feel my heart pick up at the look on his face.

"Do you want to feel me more?" His words tickled as he whispered them into my ear. I gulped and raised my hand to stroke over his pecs and over his shoulder. My eyelashes dropped as I looked down toward the hard length that pressed against me.

"If... if you want to Sir." I was not about to turn him down when I had spent all that time convincing him to do it in the first place.

"Spread your legs then, Lukas." He demanded in my ear before licking a path down my neck. I arched and pulled my heavy feeling legs to the sides, making a hollow spot for him to drop into.

He nestled between my thighs and pushed one leg up against my chest. It was a little uncomfortable, less comfortable then having both my legs raised like the second time he had taken me.

I felt stretched open, and my muscles protested the new movements that he was making them do. His hard manhood pushed up against my tender hole and surprisingly sank in without much resistance.

I could hear the strange sounds falling from my lips again as he rocked into me slowly. My ass felt itchy almost, twitching and clenching slightly at the intrusion. It felt good. I closed my eyes and relished the heaviness of his body on mine.

"Look at me Lukas." Sasha said, his breath falling across my face with a huff. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. His hair was tousled, his body tense like a jungle cat about to pounce, his eyes... dangerously passionate.

I shook a little, my heart racing in my chest as he grinned down at me. He took my lips in a fierce biting kiss that made them ache. Then he shifted his body and his strokes came hard and fast.

It was too much. My walls felt like they were being pulled apart. The pressure was stroking my insides until I wanted to scream from it. I opened my mouth, but all that came out were those hideous "ah!" and "mhm" sounds as my chin dripped with sweat.