Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
Later, curled on a rug in front of the fire with cheap red wine, he kisses my shoulder and asks softly, “There’s something I’ve wanted to try with you… if you’re open to it. Something new.”
I turn in his arms. “Tell me.”
“Anal,” he says gently. “I want to be careful. Slow. Only if you trust me completely.”
I bite my lip, a thrill of nerves and excitement mixing. “I do trust you. Completely.”
He spends a long time preparing me, lots of lube, gentle fingers circling my tight ring, pressing in millimeter by millimeter while his other hand rubs slow circles over my clit. I moan into a pillow, hips rocking back, guiding his pace with soft words.