Pushing Her Limits (Reluctant Anal)
When a discussion about anal sex turns into a dangerous romp mixed with a few drinks, a pair of friends quickly find themselves in a situation far more hot than any debate. Brandy staunchly feels her views are the only acceptable ones, but Paul is determined to change her mind any way he can. 4k M/F More
When a discussion about anal sex turns into a dangerous romp mixed with a few drinks, a pair of friends quickly find themselves in a situation far more hot than any debate. Brandy staunchly feels her views are the only acceptable ones, but Paul is determined to change her mind any way he can. 4k M/F
WARNING, EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT-- Contains graphic scenes of virgin anal sex and alcohol.
“It's...” Her voice was hushed, breathy. For a moment, she darted her gray eyes around the tiny kitchen, as if seeking some answer, or an escape. Inevitably, she dropped her gaze back to Paul, taking in the wild tinge to his own light orbs. Not for the first time, she noted the flecks of gold in his eyes. “I was nervous.”
“What?” He blinked, clearly not expecting this. “Nervous of what?”
“Earlier,” she mumbled, fixing her attention on the wall to her left uncomfortably. Her arms folded, shifting her round breasts into an even more prominent position. “I was planning to get drunk with you tonight, and just sort of hook up and let it happen, you know?” Turning her head, she gave him a questioning glance. “But then you wouldn't shut up about all that anal stuff, and so I got scared.”
At first, he said nothing. He watched her face, studied the look in her eyes. With careful deftness, he swallowed the last of his whiskey, set the glass on the counter, and moved his head closer to hers. Their foreheads almost touched, his palms resting on the counter on either side of her; A human barrier. “I think,” he whispered, low and dark, “that you were curious, too.”
“No!” She gasped, smelling his warm scent, feeling his closeness. Every little detail of his lips were visible as he spoke, as he smiled slightly. “I'm not...”
“You are,” he stated, factual and cold. The situation, the power shift, his blood pounding with desire and predatory need, mixed with just enough whiskey.
He was feeling amazing.
“You're curious, you just don't want to say it. But,” he said, cutting off her pouted response, “how about this.” He rocked on his feet, bringing his teeth close to her left ear, voice a hush of silky arousal. “If you think you're not, then take a bet with me. If I can get you to want it, you let me, ok?”
Brandy was baffled, but her head was swimming. The alcohol was making her dizzy, confused, or was it his nearness? She had always found him attractive, always enjoyed his witty words and the way his mouth could make some of the most sly grins. His whole form was intoxicating then, what should she do? If she said no, would he back off? Did she not want to at least play around with him some? Hadn't she confessed to planning that? “I...” She began, softly. “I guess that's...um...”
Promptly, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled, light and firm, but sudden. She wasn't prepared, she gasped audibly and leaned back into the counter with a moaning shiver. When he chuckled around the flesh, vibrating her skin, she felt goosebumps rise. His tongue was soft and warm, circling the shell like shape of her ear, down to her neck. His mumble was almost quiet enough to miss.
“I'll take that as a yes.”