Gillian Colbert - Coming Out of Her Shell

As if he’d heard her thoughts, he began to move setting a slow, deliberate pace. He’d pull out to the head and press back into her punctuating each thrust with a fierce grind of his pelvis against her ass.

Goosebumps erupted on her skin and her nipples tightened painfully at the erotic friction. Her pussy clenched with every thrust. She needed more.

“More, Eric,” she panted. “I need more.”

He ignored her and continued to slow-fuck her ass as if he had all of the time in the world.

The pressure in her clit was building, growing higher and higher. Her belly muscles clenched and she ground heavily against him.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He leaned back slightly and she felt him part the globes of her ass. He ran his thumbs along the cleft as he thrust in and out of her.

“Beautiful,” he said on a groan. “The sight of your tight, little ass taking my cock is fucking unbelievable.”

He ground into her and she felt his penis jerk inside her.

“Eric,” she moaned his name. “Eric, I need more. Please.”

She didn’t really know what she was pleading for; she only knew that the feel of his cock in her ass was intoxicating.

She felt incredibly sexual and just a bit naughty. She’d heard so many negative things about anal sex. About it being deviant. How nice girls didn’t do that sort of thing. Hell, they must never have done it before.

Her body felt alive. Every nerve ending sang and with each thrust of his cock, her nipples rubbed the surface of the ottoman sending streaks of pleasure straight to her clit.

She couldn’t get enough of his cock. She rocked and rubbed and ground herself against him.

He groaned and squeezed her hips. His breathing grew harsh and she reveled in his response. And, just like that, her inhibitions dissolved.

“Eric, I need you to fuck me harder. I need more of you. I want to feel you pounding into me.”

He stilled and she looked over her shoulder at him.

His expression was a mix of shock and anticipation. He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Like this do you?” he grinned.

“Yes,” she rocked her hips and squeezed. “Please, Eric. Please.”

He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as she clenched around him, but he did as she asked.

Soon, he was pounding into her anus. He gripped her hips tightly. She would have bruises.

Every cell in her body was burning with erotic sensation. She squirmed and writhed. She wanted more and bucked harder against him.

“Susan,” he growled. “I want you to come with me, baby.”

He reached around and pinched her clit, hard.

She screamed as pleasure consumed her. Her orgasm was long and bone deep. The edges of her vision darkened. The noises she made were animalistic and raw.

Eric shuddered and groaned inside her. She felt his penis jerk and reveled in the sense of completion she experienced knowing that he came inside her.

She had just had the most intense orgasm of her life, following the most erotic, unbelievably raw session of sex she ever experienced. She wanted to stay here forever.

He never wanted to let her go. He’d never had woman respond so voraciously to anal sex. He’d expected to have to coax her through it. Convince her to stay with it through the end.

She’d shocked the hell out of him by taking to it like a duck to water. When she’d begun grinding against him and begging him to fuck her harder, it had taken everything he had not to lose it right then.

He wanted to stay inside her forever, but his cock was softening and making the decision for him.

Eric pulled out slowly. She was going to be sore and he didn’t want to make it worse.

He helped her to her feet and walked her over to the bed.

“Lie down and rest for me. I’ll be right back.”

He disposed of the condom and cleaned up quickly. Grabbing one of the fluffy washcloths he kept in the linen closet, he wet it with some warm water and walked over to Susan.

She lay on her side facing the inside of the bed. Her eyes were closed, her hands were tucked under her head. Her lips were swollen and her nipples were soft, but reddened.

She opened her eyes, and turned her chocolate gaze up to him.

“What?” she asked with a sheepish smile.

“I was thinking that you look well-fucked.”

She flushed a deep red. It was so much fun to make her blush. It started at her hairline and spread down the tops of her breasts.

“That’s not a bad thing, you know,” he said as he began to gently clean her. She jumped a little when he touched her, but soon relaxed.

When he finished, he tossed the cloth in the hamper and climbed into bed, snuggling up against her. She fit into his body as if she’d been made for him. He threw an arm over her waist and buried his face in her hair.

“Susan…” he began.

“Hmmm?” She snuggled closer. She smelled of cinnamon, oranges and him. He liked that. It was very caveman of him, he knew, but so what. She belonged to him now.

“I want to see you again.”

“We live next door to each other. You can’t avoid seeing me.” She chuckled.

He pinched her ass.

“Hey!” She jumped and rubbed the spot he’d pinched.

“I want to date you. I want to take you out. I want to fuck you again. And, more importantly, I don’t want you dating, going out or fucking anyone else. Is that clear?”

She tensed and went still. Too still.

“Is that an order?” she asked quietly almost tentatively.

He rolled her over to face him.

“No, sweetheart,” he stroked her lips lightly with a fingertip. “It’s a request. I may order you around during sex, but I won’t make life decisions for you.”

The tension left her body, but she turned her face away from him.

“I’d like that,” she murmured. She still didn’t look at him though.

“Susan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just…”

“Talk to me.”

“Eric,” she stroked his cheek with a warm palm. “I’m not like this truly. I’ve spent my life repressed and alone. Before the day you saw me in my backyard, I’d never actually touched my own vagina. I just rubbed myself on the outside of my panties.”

She pulled away from him and sat up.

“I’m not really this sexual, empowered creature. I performed for you, yes, but I couldn’t see you. I could pretend to be something I’m not. If you stay with me long enough, you’ll see. I’m a cold fish.”

Her expression was as flat as her voice.

“You could see me today and you were anything but repressed. And anybody who called you a cold fish, I’m assuming some jackass called you a cold fish, clearly didn’t know how to get you going. I don’t have that problem.”

“I know, but…”

Eric placed his fingers over her lips. This beautiful, sexy woman was insecure. He was flabbergasted. Whoever the asshole was, he was lucky he wasn’t standing in front of Eric. He hated guys that beat up a woman’s self-esteem because they were too lazy to figure out what she needed.

“No buts. This is simple. Do you want to date me?” He waited, looking directly into her eyes.

“Yes,” she chewed deliciously on her bottom lip. He couldn’t resist and he reached out with his finger and pressed it into her mouth. She moistened it with her tongue and he circled her nipple with the dampened tip.

She moaned and arched toward him.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes,” she moaned again as he squeezed and rolled her nipple.

“Do you want to fuck me again?”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as he reached up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He suckled and bit at her leaving it pebbled and red before laying his head back down.