Indulgent Surrender

Him on his knees, kissing my ass through my skirt as I bend over the massive bed. 

I gaze out the window ahead. 

The room feels spacious and open. 

A breeze caresses the back of my thighs, causing my skirt to flutter.

His kisses continue as he kneads my full round buttocks. 

His thumbs reside at my ass crack, grazing close to my center. 

His touches there bring my attention to a standstill. 

His attentions continue with more kisses and grazing.

An erotic massage. 

A dangerous one.

He reaches up my skirt and grips the band of my panties. 

He pulls them down slowly, each movement deliberate, as if unveiling a precious prize. 

The pace is tantalizingly unhurried. 

Once removed, I sense him take a step back to celebrate the sight before him. 

My gaze remains fixed on the window as I feel him spread my cheeks apart, stretching my hole as he does so.

His tongue is wet and cool as it intrudes with firm, shallow prodding. 

Each deliberate, slow lick is an act of adoration as he savors my taint. 

I relax and enjoy the soft protrusion of his tongue.  

Using his saliva as lube, he gets the area pleasantly wet before using his thumb to venture inside and further explore my asshole. 

I tense as I feel his thumb penetrate up to the first knuckle, involuntarily arching my back as my mouth opens with a sudden inhale and gasping exhale. 

My eyes close to slits, and my legs slightly weaken. 

He continues. 

His tongue frolics about the entry point while moving his thumb in and out. 

My body weakens with each passing sensation of pressure and pleasure. 

I feel his breath harsh with arousal on my wet ass crack as he employs his other thumb as well. 

He pauses, and I sense his gaze fixated on the rhythmic dance of his thumbs moving in and out, again and again.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, I yearn to rest my body on the bed, a pillow, anything.

With deliberate care, he slowly removes his thumbs and stands, pressing his hardness against my backside. 

A promise of what's to come.

I hear the distinct sound of him removing his clothes and the rustle of fabric as they fall to the floor. 

I remain in my current position, bent and exposed.

His hands, now at my waist, urge me to stand. 

I rise slowly, allowing my body to adjust after being bent over for some time.

I turn to face him as he takes hold of my skirt, lowering it and removing it from beneath my feet. 

We exchange gentle eye contact and share pleasant smiles as he removes my top. 

His hands return to my waist, turning me back around.

He leaves me standing before the opulent bed as he circulates with a purposeful grace, gathering pillows. 

Each one, a soft token of his care, is meticulously placed, creating a sanctuary in the bed's heart. 

Each pillow is positioned just so, creating a nest that beckons me to sink into its depths. 

He steps back to admire his handiwork. 

A space where the weight of desire and exhaustion can be tenderly released. 

He returns to me and gently nudges me from behind, guiding me toward the cozy oasis he has created solely for me. 

A place where I can let go and be enveloped in the warmth of his affection and attention.

I climb onto the bed, making my way towards the central pillow nest. 

Once I reach it, I nestle my body comfortably into the pillows.

I lie face down on the pillow mound, vulnerable, waiting in anticipation. 

Lying here, my face turned to the side, I find my gaze drawn to the massive dresser, a distant anchor in my drifting thoughts. 

The coolness of the room brushes against my skin, a subtle reminder of the world outside this cocoon of pillows and softness. 

My arms wrap gently around the pillows as I contemplate a world where desire and dreams mingle.

I'm softly coaxed back from the distant shores of my thoughts as he positions himself behind my body, which is perfectly aligned for him, thanks to his meticulous pillow propping.

I close my eyes as I feel the lube being applied. 

It's initially cold but quickly warms up as he uses his hands to massage it around and inside my asshole. 

He takes his time, delicately penetrating me with his thumbs stretching my asshole, preparing it for what's to come.

Despite all his meticulous preparation, I find myself unprepared as he proceeds...

I feel his manhood slippery against my lubricated ass crack. 

Bracing himself on the bed, he leans into me as his cock makes contact. 

His free hand goes to my clitoris, gently stroking, coaxing me to open and accept. 

I close my eyes and will myself to open to him as I feel the pressure of his manhood against my well-lubricated hole.

As the pressure intensifies, I try to relax. 

Resisting the urge to clench, I instead push to open to him. 

The moment shifts as the pressure morphs into pain. 

I cry out. 

Immediately, I feel his strong arms wrap around my body, quickly making their way between me and the pillow mound beneath me. 

His chest against my back is warm, creating a soothing comfort even as the pressure and pain continue.

I stiffen. 

He stops. 

I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I allow the pillows to bear the total weight of my now weakened body. 

He continues his descent, and I feel utterly helpless.

I can't stop the sounds falling from my lips. 

I can't stop his slow descent into my asshole.

I squeeze my eyes shut and scream as his pelvis makes complete contact with my ass cheeks, intensified by the slow, meaningful grind that follows. 

He rests here for a moment.

His grip tightens around me.

I feel lightheaded, and my breath catches as he begins to pull up and out slightly and then push back down and in.

I'm losing myself. 

I feel so weak. 

I roll my face into the bedspread, trying to muffle my cries of pain and surrender…and...pleasure? 

A  pleasure I never knew existed before this moment.

Beneath him… beneath the pain, the pleasure is mind-blowing. 

The pain is exhausting as he fucks my asshole slowly and steadily.

At times, he pulls out further than I'd like, further than I feel I can take. 

Then, there are moments when he grinds into me, creating a pleasurable pressure that reaches above the pain.

My body curls into itself as I cum, wrapping into the pillows beneath me, causing my ass to be even more accessible to him. 

It's so powerful that tears fall onto the bedspread. 

His firm, rolling thrust greets my every breath. 

I lose myself in the moment as I bear all of him. 

His full weight upon me, his cock stretching me wider as he grows even harder with each insistent thrust. 

He cums deep in my asshole. 

I'm losing my mind to this experience. 

He collapses on top of me with a loud groan.