Sian would never get sick of this sight. Michael on his elbows and knees, face buried in the sheets and muscles clenched tight as she gently worked his ass open.
Her finger was buried deep inside him, gently pushing in and out, opening him up for the strap on she was already wearing.
Michael moans were muffled by the pillow, but it still sounded like music to her ears. She wanted to make him sing. She eased her single finger out of him and just as he let out a groan to protest, she pushed two lubed up fingers back into him.
He groaned, arching his back and pushing up against her until her palm was pressed against his ass.
“Fuck, Sian.” He gasped out, tilting his head and breathing raggedly.
“You like that, baby?” She asked him, unable to stop herself from smiling even as she licked her lips in anticipation.
“Oh, fuck. You know it do.” He groaned and Sian clicked her tongue at his ability to form coherent sentences. She wanted him to break apart and watch as he turned into a moaning mess at her touch.
She curled her fingers up inside him, making him let out a deep moan that rumbled through his body. He clenched around her, making it harder for her to move but she worked against it, easing her fingers out of him only to sink back in.
Between his spread legs, she could see how hard his cock was and the bit of pre cum glistening on its tip. Sian used her free hand to wrap around his cock, Michael ucking into her hand, trying to create friction. She echoed his movement with her fingers and Michael’s body shuddered.
She stroked his cock a couple times, fingers wrapped tightly around him and moving fast and listened as a string of curses fell his lips. She stopped abruptly, only to let go of him completely.
Michael groaned, raising his head to look over his shoulder and stopped when he saw what she was doing. Her hands were slick and shiny with the lube that she was rubbing over her strap on and when he grinned at her, his eyes sparkling in excitement, she returned his smile.
“You ready?”
“Oh god, yes.” He groaned, pushing up on his hands and watching as she positioned herself behind him and lined her cock up. She barely let the tip touch his ass, when he sucked in a sharp breath and his head dropped forward.
Holding onto his hips with one hand and holding her cock steady with the other, Sian pushed slowly into him. With the cock barely inside him, she reached for the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount between them and softly rolled her hips to slide further into him.
Michael uttered something under his breath, moaning and his hands gripped the sheets tightly.
“Good?” Sian asked him and he nodded hurriedly, his body rocking back into her and making her slide deeper into him.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes.” Michael reathed and Sian finally gripped his hips with both hands and slid into him as deep as she could.
Michaels arms buckled and then he let himself fall back into the bed, arching his back.
She took that as her sign to start moving. It was slow at first. She pulled almost all the way out, only to sink back into him as deep as she could go. They had done this enough times for her to know what he liked best and she had learned that being slow and going deep made him go absolutely crazy in no time.
Going slow would make Michael whimper and moan and quietly shake until his orgasm rolled over him like honey.
But that wasn’t what she wanted from him today. She wanted him to moan, to cry out, to bite the pillow so that the neighbors wouldn’t hear him and for him to come hard and fast and forget to breathe as he did so.
And so, Sian’s thrusts turned into quick, shallow movements that had Michael turn his head to the side and let out loud moans as he breathed raggedly.
“Fuck, I love you so fucking much.” He gasped out.
Sian pushed into him particularly hard at that, bottoming out and still pushing until he let out a sharp breath. And then she went back to pounding into him hard and fast.
When she felt him clench around her, his moans getting louder and louder, she slipped one hand around his body to grip his cock again. His reaction was immediate. Michael let out a groan, moving his own hips to push into her, rocking into her cock and thrusting into her hand.
Sian tightened her grip on him, her hand slippery with all the lube she had used and stroked his cock with each thrust into him.
It was a little rougher than she usually was with him, but Michael only pressed his face into the pillows and bucked into her as she kept moving.
“Michael?” Sian asked, breathless from her merciless rhythm. “Will you come for me, baby?”
He let out a groan that sounded more like a whine and she felt his insides clench and his cock get impossibly hard in her grip before it began pulsing. His whole body shook as he came all over her hand but Sian didn’t stop moving. She kept stroking him through it and kept pounding into him.
His cock grew soft in her hand and she let go of it only when he let out a cry and his own hand closed around her wrist.
“Darling.” Michael moaned his voice hoarse. “I can’t-”
“Shh.” Sian cooed, running her cum-stained hand along his body and thrust into him a few more times, much more slowly and gently and making him shudder each time.
She felt him grow too sensitive and stopped moving. However she didn’t pull out right away. Instead, Sian leaned down, pressing her chest to his back and kissed the back of his neck that was dampened with sweat.
Michaellet out a long sigh, trying to turn his face around. Sian sat back up, finally sliding out of him and watched as Michael fell onto the bed, not caring about the cum on the sheets beneath him.
He remained unmoving for a few moments in which Sian just looked at his utterly relaxed body, before she unbuckled the strap on and flopped down on the bed beside him.
His dazed eyes found hers and he gave her a satisfied smile that make her heart clench.
Sian brushed her lips against his for a quick, soft kiss and smiled when Michael whined as she pulled away.
“I love you.” He muttered, his voice still hoarse and his eyelids heavy.
“I know.” Sian replied, grinning at his attempt to roll his eyes.
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