Full Disclosure Ch. 16

Number 16: Expanding Horizons

In the shower, Elijah lathered Natalie's hair. They'd both fallen asleep early, and were up just as early, and their evening had been wonderful. After ordering in, they'd decided to walk on the beach for an hour before returning back to their room. And as planned, they had spent the evening without any sex at all. Though they had cuddled up on the bed and watched a movie with some indecent touching, it had been nice to just be a couple, enjoying the other for more than sex.

Natalie had been reminded that she still shared a connection with him, which had gone forgotten around Etienne. Still, she'd decided she must see it through, and she was certain Elijah needed to as well in regards to whatever he was doing.

"You're sure about this?" Elijah asked as Natalie rinsed her hair. Their anger had dissipated throughout the evening, but it had gone discussed this morning that they ride out the week as a 'break', or they may return home with resentment. "We could leave, you know. Tomorrow. Early."

Spreading the conditioner through her hair, Natalie smiled. "I'm happy," she assured him. It was the truth. Last night had been cleansing, regardless of how things had changed. "We could leave tomorrow and I think we'd still be happy. But do you really want to fight a month later? Three months later? When one of us decides we didn't fully see it through, finish the test. What then? We start over again? Invite others to our bed?" She shook her head. "I don't think either of us want that. We see it through to the end. And when we return, we never look back." Placing her hand on his chest, she added, "We have the memory of how it had affected us, both the negatives and the positives. The memory will be enough."

While running the soapy cloth over his body, Elijah knew she was right. He'd been saying the same as they'd discussed it in bed this morning. "No more fights," he said. "Not over anything here, at least."

"I promise," Natalie said, staring at Elijah in adoration; his wet curls falling down his forehead. "You know my path, and I know yours. If you end up with scratches again, it's okay."

Turning to the side, Elijah looked over his shoulder. "Especially these ones?" he asked her, noting the reddish lines across his shoulder blades with a grin.

Natalie ran her fingers over them, annoyed that she'd caused them. Though, all things considered, it was not the first time she'd felt guilt over marks she'd left on accident. These had been purposeful, but they'd also offered her a vindication she hadn't known she needed. "Especially those ones," she acquiesced, kissing one of the lines.

"You do own me, even if you don't want to," Elijah said soothingly, gathering her into his arms. He swallowed heavily. "I do know your path," he continued somberly. He was about to say more, the phrase running through his head on repeat, but instead he backed away and smiled at her. "It'll be great, we ride out the week. We'll have so much fun!"

Don't fall in love with him, he thought once more, though kept a large encouraging smile on his face despite it. Please, don't fall in love with Etienne.

Natalie arrived at Skins after dinner. It was the sexier, darker of the night clubs, and she passed one of the frosted glass pillars with a nearly nude man dancing inside, remembering the last time she'd been here with Elijah; her first real experience swinging.

It was a bit of a search, considering the bulk of the lighting was from the pillars and behind the bar outside of the lights on the dance floor, but she located Etienne and slid her hand across his shoulders as he spun around.

"Bonsoir," Etienne said as his lips quirked into a smile. With a hand on Natalie's waist, his gaze fell. "Tu es très belle."

"Merci," Natalie replied, glancing down at her ensemble. She'd played up the 'cute sex appeal' tonight with a white blouse and short red skirt that would swing out when she turned, just enough to tease her panties but still keeping well covered when still. Her blonde hair was in waves down her right shoulder and her long legs were bare, with black stiletto heels completing the ensemble. After leaning in for a brief kiss on the cheek, she asked, "Been here long?"

"Ten minutes, maybe?" Etienne responded, then gestured out from side to side. "As you can see, it is very busy tonight. But I did get you a drink." Leaning back, he retrieved a glass and handed it over; her go-to, a 7&7. "Though finding a place to sit away from the bar will be a challenge."

Natalie slid onto the stool beside him, taking a long sip of her drink. "This is fine for now," she responded, looking him over. His white dress shirt had sleeves rolled up with the top two buttons undone, which just accentuated his tan and dark hair, the contrast stark and sexy. "I'll want to get up and dance soon, anyways," she added, grinning while taking the straw between her lips once more.

"Whatever you wish," Etienne responded, then placed his hand on Natalie's thigh. "I'm just happy to be with you tonight."

Frowning with regret, Natalie shook her head. "I'm so sorry about last night," she explained. "I know we had plans and I left you in the lurch, I didn't mean for--"

"Natalie," Etienne interrupted kindly. "It doesn't matter. You're here now and unless you want to talk about it, don't feel you need to."

Nodding once, Natalie smiled with tight lips. "Alright," she agreed. "No need to talk about it. But I'm still sorry."

"Don't be," Etienne assured her. "I'm grateful you left me a message today; more grateful I got it because I may have been dragged to the karaoke bar to save Luc tonight."

When Natalie asked what that could possibly mean, Etienne explained that Melaina had wanted to go and because Luc liked her as much as he did, he'd agreed, though wanted nothing to do with the actual karaoke part. He'd begged Etienne to join them so he'd have someone else there who would take his side if he was asked to sing, and Natalie listened with delight as he went on a tangent about how mystified he was by the idea of karaoke being an enjoyable activity. "Only huge in Asia and America, and always bad! I just do not see it!"

"And if I said I wanted to go do karaoke tonight instead of dancing here?" Natalie asked.

Etienne quickly slid from his stool and held his arm out. "Let us go," he said with a self-satisfied expression.

Pulling at his arm, Natalie cried, "I'm kidding!" Etienne slid back on his stool. "I'm totally kidding. I actually really like karaoke with the right group of friends. Usually with my girlfriends, or Josh and Zach, who are married and gay and obsessed with musical theatre. I mean, I love musical theatre, but Zach is on stage all the time. Anyways, I'd never drag someone to karaoke who wouldn't want to be there, it's a crazy buzzkill."

"Buzzkill?" Etienne asked, raising a brow.

Searching for a translation with her eyes up in the air, Natalie came up empty. "It ruins your fun. You'd have a great time and let loose if there wasn't that one person there that's cranky and doesn't want anyone else to have fun either."

"Oh, so that translates to Luc," Etienne responded with a knowing nod, and Natalie burst into laughter. "No, he really is," Etienne continued, beaming. "He is, ah... everyone will be having a nice time and he will sulk if it's not an enjoyable activity. I think it relates to how he feels stuck in Toulouse."

"He's unhappy," Natalie noted, spinning her glass that was nearly empty.

"He is," Etienne said, hailing the bartender and holding up two fingers while gesturing at their glasses. "It was his idea to come here to escape his misery. I don't think he knows that his misery is waiting for him until he gets the courage to make changes in his life. But he is happy now, here, and it's nice to see him happy."

"So this isn't someplace you'd choose to come to for your own vacation?" Natalie inquired, pursing her lips.

"Here?" Etienne asked, then laughed. "I am French. Of all of Europe, we are more comfortable with the depraved, though it would have been easier and cheaper to head to Spain. Luc wanted out of Europe and somehow discovered this. I do not think I would have picked it on my own." Taking Natalie's hand, his smile softened. "What a mistake that would have been."

Swept up in his gentle statement, Natalie gripped his hand back and was just about to lean in to give him a kiss when their drinks were abruptly placed on the bar in front of them. It had interrupted the moment, and Natalie backed away at the last second. "Do you think it's strange that I'm here?"

"Why would I think that?"

Natalie shrugged. "I don't know. But you must have formed some opinion. You can be honest."

It seemed Etienne took a few moments to consider; taking a long drink from his glass. "I can't say I understand your relationship, but it's not my place to understand it or form an opinion on. You've told me your background and I understand every point you've made for your reasons." After another long pause, Etienne frowned deeply. "I'm not one to judge any lifestyle. I am single, I sleep around like anyone, but... I do not believe I could do what you do if I was with someone I loved."

With a brief nod, Natalie realized that it had been an error to ask for honesty. Perhaps what she felt was her greatest strength had ultimately proved to be her greatest mistake. Elijah had said as much in their massive fight. She'd always thought she was doing the right thing by him, and not necessarily out of some wholly selfless act; the freedom she'd offered was because she had wanted her own, young as she was.

Before she could speak, a woman launched herself between them, a few seconds later recognized as Jessica, sliding her arm around his shoulder, and Natalie reared back in surprise. "I'm so glad to find you here," the tall brunette exclaimed.

"How did you find me?" Etienne asked, delicately trying to maneuver out of her hold. Once he'd shifted a bit, he raised a brow. "I thought you were doing karaoke with Luc and Melaina."

"Way too boring," Jessica proclaimed distastefully. "Everyone just sitting around picking songs and waiting. I just want to dance and have fun." Grasping his hand, she began to tug. "Come dance with me."

Eyes in slants, Etienne wet his lips. "I'd love to, but I am here speaking to Natalie."

Turning where Etienne had loosely gestured toward Natalie, it was easy to see Jessica's thoughts. First, Jessica absolutely hadn't noticed her presence and was surprised by it. Then a distaste crossed her features as Natalie raised her hand in a half-hearted wave. That Jessica didn't like her just frustrated Natalie; what was with women and their competitive jealousies? Not to say Natalie was a huge Jessica fan either, but she didn't have the same judgement; she'd never really spoken to her.

"Where's your husband?" Jessica asked of her, with a special emphasis on the final word that, regardless of that huge grin on her face made Natalie acutely aware that it was said with the worst of intentions.

"Off in bed," Natalie responded. The truth. Elijah was definitely in bed. Though the name hadn't been spoken today, she was aware Leah was leaving tomorrow and there was no doubt in her mind that was who Elijah was with.

"Oh, is he sick?" Jessica inquired with feigned concern.

Also beyond obvious, and Natalie barely contained her eye roll. "I'm not sure," she responded. "All I know is that he wanted to stay in for the night and I wanted to go out."

"Aww, I'm surprised you didn't stay with him," Jessica said, then recounted. "Well, not all that surprised." Turning back to Etienne, she again pulled at his arm. "Please come dance with me."

"We're in the middle of a conversation," Etienne said with frustration. "Maybe later, if you're still around."

Annoyed as Natalie felt, Jessica had managed to achieve her desired effect; she was feeling a guilt creep in, but it wasn't just about her pointed attacks on her marriage. It was the conversation with Etienne leading up to it. He lived a very different life, and while he'd determined that when they were together, nothing else mattered, that fact was that it did matter occasionally, and would matter ultimately. "Go dance for one song," she said, needing a few to think anyways. "I need to use the restroom."

Etienne peered at her with his head cocked in what looked like pity. Yes, she definitely needed a few minutes to collect her thoughts. When he returned, she could throw herself back into things fully. "I'm enjoying talking to you," he protested with a tightened tone.

"One dance," Natalie said, offering her winning smile.

"See? One dance!" Jessica agreed.

Rolling his eyes, Etienne rose, Jessica sliding her hand into his arm. "One dance," he sighed in defeat.

Natalie watched them walk off, then turned back to her drink, no need to go to the bathroom at all.

***

When Leah opened the door for Elijah, she was in a leopard print satin kimono that fell over her hips, belted across the waist. And from what he could see, not much else. Heels, he noticed, but the deep V the kimono created went down to her stomach. Quirking a brow, Elijah said, "I guess I'm overdressed."

"Not for long," Leah said, running her fingers along the seam between her breasts, then stepped off to the side. "Come in."

Stepping into her tidied room, it was actually a little sad. The room had been lived in last time he was here. Tonight two suitcases were packed and zipped with her smallest open on top of the dresser, ready for the last bit of packing necessary before she left in the morning. There was also a half empty bottle of red and glasses, but outside of that, not much left. "It's a little weird you're leaving tomorrow," Elijah noted, setting down the bag he'd brought with him; some items he'd picked up at the shop for tonight.

"I don't want to think about it," Leah said, filling a glass for him and handing it over. "Maybe you can help me keep my mind off of it."

"Good plan," Elijah said with a grin, then took a sip while she topped off her own glass. "You look incredible."

Pulling at the side of the bag, Leah tried to peer inside. "What did you bring?"

"Surprises," Elijah said coolly, pushing the bag off to the side.

"I love surprises," Leah cooed, then leaned back against the dresser. "When will you be surprising me?"

Taking another sip, Elijah stepped closer to her and set his glass down on the dresser. "Soon," he promised. Looking down between their bodies, he admired the curve of her breasts. It had been obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, which was a surprise in of itself. Sweeping her platinum hair to the side, he leaned closer, inhaled her scent. "You seem pretty ready to play."

"It's all I've been able to think about," Leah breathed.

Truth be told, he'd been able to think of little else, as well. With her leaving tomorrow, he'd determined through the day to get it all out of his system; anything and everything he wanted to do in one long night, as this very well could be the last time alone with a woman. With his own time running short, only until the end of the week, he doubted he'd have many more chances, and certainly none that would be planned in advance. Running the back of his hand down her chest, between her breasts, he tucked his fingers in at the belt and gently tugged. "We might be up very late," he warned.

"I'll sleep on the plane."

Pressing himself against her, he kissed her lips, hardening already from the very idea of a last night with her, where they could and would do everything imaginable. "I do have a few things, one in particular I'd like to start with," he mentioned, the bulk of his plans clear. Reaching into the bag he'd brought, he felt around until he located the little bullet and remote. "We're going to start very simply," he continued, then held it up between them. "My plan is to keep you filled at all times in one way or another, unless you have a problem with that."

"I don't," Leah replied, though it was said hoarsely, through a tightened throat.

"Good," Elijah said, then looked at her seriously, as it was important to cover one very important thing. "There might be times you say no to me tonight," he continued, eying her levelly so she understood. "Each time you do, you'll be spanked. But if at any time you want to stop, say 'red'."

Leah nodded her understanding. "Then what?"

Smiling kindly, Elijah shrugged. "Then we stop," he said easily. "We both want to play, but it needs to remain enjoyable. If it's not, it doesn't have to be over, but it can stop for as long as you want, even if it's all night. Doesn't mean I'll leave unless you ask me to. This is just about pleasing you. Understood?"

Again Leah nodded, the corners of her red lips curving into a grin. "I like it," she replied. "And I'm ready to play."

While kissing her deeply, Elijah ran his hand up her inner thigh until it met the fabric of her panties. He rather liked the silk robe she was in, but these needed to go. After rubbing her a few times, he hooked his hand into the top and began to work them from her body. Without halting the kiss, he slowly slid the bullet inside of her as she moaned into his mouth.

A second later, he thumbed the remote to turn it on at its lowest setting and Leah weakened against him, her head falling back with a loud 'ahhhhh' as he grinned. This was going to be too much fun. Stepping away to look at her, how she leaned against the dresser with her eyes gently closed, Elijah brought the speed up one more notch, enjoying how she shifted and moaned once more.

Hooking his finger into the belt, he lightly tugged, walking backwards until he felt the bed behind him with Leah in front of him, grinning wickedly. After setting the remote down on the mattress, he unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them along with his boxer-briefs, stepping out of them once they were on the floor. He was half hard, and using that belt once again to indicate what he wanted, he pulled down and said, "Get me ready for you." She sank down to her knees in front of him with wide eyes locked in his.

With one hand wrapping around his shaft, she pulled her hair back, then brought her lips to his head, gently kissing the tip. It left a little of her red lipstick on the tip as her thumb massaged him. He brushed at her hair with an upward nod of his head, silently ordering her to continue.

Her lips wrapped around him and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and Elijah quickly grew in her mouth. After taking a moment to feel the heat and pressure as Leah worked him, he picked up the remote and pressed the button that would set the vibration to max as long as he held it. She moaned with a mouthful, her shoulders shuddering and back arching until he released the button.

"Uhnn, that's so cruel," Leah whined while still stroking him with her hand, eyes widened with a pout on her lips.

"I know, babygirl," Elijah said with feigned pity, stroking her hair. "Keep going."

Reaching between her legs, Leah nodded, though the pout remained. "Mmhmm," she whined, then stopped working herself, or whatever she'd been doing.

"You'll get used to it," Elijah continued consolingly. "Filled all night," he added, then gently pulled her head closer until she opened her mouth and took him in once more. "That's right," he moaned, tilting his head back to feel her hot mouth. "That feels so good."

After a few minutes, he began to fiddle with the remote again, this time setting it to pulse. It was amazing how she'd moan, how she'd suck with more vigor, taking him deeper into her mouth with an urgency as he'd up the speed of the vibrations. And with her rising enthusiasm and zeal, he wove his fingers through her hair and began to pump back, running into the back of her throat.

When she gagged, he relaxed his hold. "What a good cocksucker," he encouraged while she wiped her lips, the blowjob having gotten much sloppier. He'd thought maybe she was done, but instead she swallowed and brought him in once more, tilting her head up and bringing him to the back of her throat. He then felt the muscles move as she began to swallow him, and he nearly lost it. "Oh fuck," he cried, having had no idea she could do this. Very slowly he pulled her closer until her lips nearly met his hilt, her face reddened from the exertion. "Unbelievable," he muttered, then removed his hand.

Leah backed away, fully removing him and swallowed. Coughed. Then swallowed once more as she grinned up at him. His eyes were still wide; Natalie had deep throated him in the past, a rare occasion in some rougher play. He'd yet to meet anyone else who could until now. "I want you to come, daddy," Leah said, stroking him. "I want to taste it."

"I'm almost there," Elijah responded gruffly, as he watched her take him in once more, bobbing up and down rapidly to create enough friction and pressure to bring him to orgasm. It was only a minute or two later that he felt the pressure, followed by a large release into her mouth as he groaned against it. When he finally opened his eyes, Leah was swallowing it down, appearing pleased with herself. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he said, "You are amazing," while using his other hand to help her to her feet.

"Not as amazing as you," she said, then walked--somewhat awkwardly--to the dresser and grabbed her wine glass, taking a huge swig to wash it down.

"I'd beg to differ," Elijah replied, walking over to her and slowly bringing his right hand up to her chest. Using his middle finger, he pulled at the right side of the kimono until her magnificent breast was revealed, which he took a brief moment to admire as his finger circled her nipple. She began to untie her kimono, but he shook his head. "No," he said, using his free hand to pull hers away. He gripped what had loosened and tightened it on her waist, perhaps a bit extra tight to assert his control. "I like this on you. I'll take it off when I'm ready."

Leah smiled with a shrug as he leaned down and took her glorious tit into his mouth, letting his tongue circle the hardened nipple, listened to her low moan. Massaging the other over the satin fabric, he wrapped his arm around her to pull her against him so he could take as much of her into his mouth as would fit. He loved her tits; if he were only able to play with them and nothing more, he'd be forever contented. Luckily, he could do much more.

"I need you," Leah moaned after another minute had passed, her fingers lacing into his hair. Elijah raised his head to find the urgency painted across her features. That little bullet had definitely been doing its job, pulsing in her depths for quite a while now. She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip as her hand gripped his cock. "I need to feel you."

"I do want to fuck you, just not yet," Elijah responded, pulling her ever closer. But he was a few minutes away from recovering just yet after coming as hard as he had only a few minutes prior. Planting a gentle kiss on her lips, he whispered, "Get over on the bed."

Leah quickly complied, sitting down on the edge and adjusting against the pulses that were wracking her body, to Elijah's amusement. It was clear she was enjoying it, while at the same time struggling to move against little shudders and muscle spasms.

Digging in his bag once more, Elijah pulled out the string of beads and the bottle of lubricant. When he walked over, he stood between her knees and eyed her levelly. "I'll take the vibrator out and fuck you," he told her. "After I put these in."

Taking the beads from him, Leah studied them with widened eyes. They were quite a thing to behold, Elijah had taken care to study every element of the store's selection before choosing these. There were five in total along a black cord with a safety ring on one end, their coating a velvety silicone. What made them special was that, inside each inch-and-a-half sphere was a smaller weight that would move as the ball moved so that, once inserted, the smallest movement of her body would cause them to shift around.

"I don't know if I can..." Leah said slowly, spinning one of the balls.

Placing his hands on her knees, Elijah gently responded, "I know you can. And I think you'll love it. And if you don't, you know the word."

Grinning, Leah finally nodded her consent. "I do love the plug..."

"Exactly, and we'll get to that too," Elijah promised. His hands slid up her thighs until his thumbs met her entrance, and he massaged the skin between the tendons, eliciting a long sigh from Leah. "Filled all night in one way or another, right?"

"Mmhmm," Leah moaned, her grin widening. "I love everything about it."

"Good," Elijah breathed before kissing her. "Now up on the bed, hands and knees."

It took a second, but Leah complied with a smile, crawling upon the mattress and wiggling her ass at Elijah while grinning over her shoulder. Getting onto his knees behind her on the bed, Elijah landed a gentle swat on her ass. "Hey!" Leah cried. "I haven't said no!"

"Hesitation," Elijah proclaimed. "That's just a warning."

"Well, maybe I need another warning," Leah said slyly, then burst into a giggle as Elijah swatted her once more before pinching her ass.

He brought the hem of her robe up over her waist, admiring the view of porcelain skin against a heavy tan line. It was mouthwatering, and Elijah groped her cheek while thumbing the cap off of the bottle of lube. Using his thumb to spread her, he drizzled the lubricant between her cheeks, enough to have a surplus for when he needed more. Then, with the same thumb he began to massage her little hole, the moans and sighs escaping Leah in rapid succession as she shifted down onto her elbows.

Picking up the string, he said, "Count them for me," as he rubbed the first ball between her cheeks in the lubrication. "Are you ready?"

"Ohhh, yes," Leah whined.

With that, Elijah placed the first one against her hole and applied slow but steady pressure as Leah exhaled a cry of exertion. "Relax, babygirl," Elijah cooed. In the next second, it had passed the halfway point and was abruptly sucked inside.

"One," Leah sighed, her breathing getting heavier by the minute.

"Good girl," Elijah said soothingly, massaging her cheek once more with his free hand to help her relax. In the other, he worked down to the next ball and placed it against her. He was faster this time, now that she'd had one, it could only get easier.

Once it was sucked in with the other, Leah exhaled as she shifted. "Two," she said, this exiting as more of a whine.

"Very good," Elijah said, readying the third against the lubrication he'd poured on her skin. This one was easier than the last, but a cry accompanied it. She muttered the number three, though it didn't sound much like a word. "What was that?" Elijah asked, playfully tugging at the string.

"Three!" Leah cried loudly, lowering herself further down.

Elijah slowly tugged, seeing the black ball emerge, fascinated by the naughtiness of it and Leah's moans. With another tug, it exited and Leah gasped. "Whoops," Elijah said with a chuckle. "Guess we need to do number three again. Stay still."

Without preamble, Elijah pushed it back inside as Leah hollered, "Threeeeeeeeee!"

"Okay, two more," Elijah said in a more serious tone, back to business. The fourth was placed against her and this time her cry was louder and more of a protest than the previous three. "Almost there," he said, then watched it swallowed down inside.

"Four," Leah hummed. "Oh god, I don't think I can take another one!"

"Last one," Elijah said, waiting a moment to see if she'd say the word.

She did not, but she did continue. "No, wait, I--"

Swiftly, Elijah swatted her ass, and Leah cried out far louder than he'd thought necessary, given that he'd hardly used any real force. But the balls inside of her must have rolled, doing exactly as they were supposed to, and Elijah couldn't help but grin as his lips tightened in surprise.

"Jesus fuck!" Leah cried out, whipping her head over her shoulder to look at him. But she smiled weakly, panting. "It's just so much."

"Last one," Elijah reminded her, raising a brow with warning as he brought the ball up to her rear and rolled it through the lubrication. Leah's groan was loud as he worked it inside, but the second it was sucked in, her muscles relaxed as she sighed.

Just the little black ring was visible, her ass full, and Elijah took to caring for her now, massaging and stroking her skin. "You did so well," he cooed, then bent down to kiss her left cheek. "Incredible, Leah." Sliding his hand between her legs, he slowly inserted a finger until he was able to hook the far end of the bullet. He shimmied it from her; the bullet falling to the mattress and continuing its pulse until he reached over and flipped the remote off. "I can't wait to be inside of you," he continued, knowing she needed the encouragement now. No doubt she'd gone through a lot with the beads, he hadn't really expected it to be as intense for her as it had been, so the empathy was genuine. She really was impressive.

"I'm ready," Leah said, looking over her shoulder. "You were right. It feels really good."

There was relief in that, and Elijah--who had become rock hard in the process--poised himself, then placed his hand on her hips. Slower than ever, he pressed himself inside of her, wanting to take it easy for her sake initially until they were both aware of how much could be done. Leah's moan was long and loud as his cockhead broke through her outer muscles, and he stared down to watch it disappear into her depths; tighter than ever.

"Holy fuck," Elijah grunted as he realized he could actually feel the balls as they shifted inside of her. He pulled back an inch, then slowly pressed in another two, astounded by the sensation and only half aware of Leah's moans and cries. He was painstakingly slow with his pumps to fully experience even the subtlest motions; it was unreal. He'd had no idea their movement would affect him as well. He'd fucked against plugs and beads before, even another man, but these were something entirely new. And he was absolutely certain he wouldn't last long.

After a few minutes of slow, gentle pumps, Elijah picked up the pace, listening to Leah's wails of pleasure and pain as he pulled her hips to meet his thrusts, expletives exiting her in cries as she ran her fingers through her hair. Bending over her, Elijah grabbed one of her tits and gripped it in his fist, becoming more savage as he bordered on his release.

"I'm coming!" Leah wailed as her body seized. Elijah wasn't quite there, even though the sensation he'd been experiencing had been exquisite; it was that he'd had to focus on not coming early before she had. He gently tugged at the ring and the first bead plopped out, followed by the second, each eliciting another orgasmic sound from Leah as waves took her; orgasm after orgasm as each left until the fifth fell, and Elijah tossed the toy over onto the floor.

Leah began to collapse, but Elijah kept her up. "Wait, baby," he said, knowing this would be the best time to attempt his own personal penetration of her ass, as relaxed as she was and having recently been as full as she'd been. "Can you take a little more? I need to come."

"Oh yes," Leah moaned. "Please, come for me. Come in me!"

Elijah removed himself and grabbed the lube, though he was coated in her juices already. Quickly applying some to his cock, he poised himself against her ass and began the slow insertion, not meeting nearly the amount of resistance he would normally.

"No, wait!" Leah cried out, but Elijah's head was inside. "Oh my god, oh fuck!" Leah screamed. "I can't! I've never had anal--oh fuck! No, you're too big, ahhhhh!"

The word wasn't there, so Elijah pressed onward, spreading her cheeks with his hands as he buried himself inside of her, muscles squeezing the life from him. "You're doing so well," he said. "Oh, fuck, Leah you feel amazing."

"I... I can't take anymore!" Leah cried.

"I'm in," Elijah assured her, looking down to find it was the truth. Half way, anyways, but it was easier now.

"It hurts," Leah whimpered.

"Relax," he urged her, pulling back, then pressing further, deeper. "Relax and it won't hurt."

A minute later, after a few extremely slow pumps, her tune changed. "Fuuuuuck, how can this feel so good??? It hurts so bad but oh my god it feels so good fuck me come in my ass daddy oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

Complying, Elijah began to fuck her ass with a careful force and within the next minute, came so violently he felt momentarily blinded by it, a groan exiting him that was so animalistic and loud there was no doubt the entire hotel could have heard it. He waited until he'd softened a bit before withdrawing, and the exit was easy as Leah collapsed onto the mattress, covered in the sheen of sweat.

Elijah sat back on his heels, drenched in his own sweat and dizzy from the exertion of the last half hour. She began to roll over, but Elijah placed his hand on the small of her back. "Wait," he said gently, then climbed off the bed, having to grab the post to keep his balance and take a deep breath.

Walking over to the dresser, he wasn't sure he'd find it, but was determined. And resting on top of her clothes in her suitcase was the little purple plug without him having to dig around. Grinning with a heavy intake of breath, he removed it and walked back to the bed.

Laying on top of her without any real weight, he kissed her cheek. "I want to keep my cum in you," he whispered as he fumbled around with the plug between her cheeks. "Not a drop should leave you until I say."

"Oh, god yes," Leah breathed with an exhausted grin. "That's so fucking hot. I want you to fill me with it over and over and over again."

Elijah began to press the plug inside of her as she moaned. Thankfully it was a little thin thing, nothing that would cause any discomfort, and she grinned as it entered her with a sigh of pleasure until it was fully embedded. The thought that his seed could not leak had him aroused all over again. That and the fact that he'd taken her ass. He still couldn't believe it.

"You've really never had anal?" he asked, spinning the plug, then laying on his side to her left.

She shook her head, still breathing heavily. "Just the plug. And the other night was only the third time I've ever had it in me. So, well... that was a lot."

"You were unbelievable," Elijah said in wonder. "It was okay?"

Chuckling, Leah shook her head. "It hurt so bad," she blew out, then laughed. "And also felt so good. I loved it. The beads, your dick... fuck, Elijah, I'm so glad it was you, too, because it was so right. Safe. I wasn't scared like I might have been."

"Good," Elijah said with a gentle smile, petting her hair, which was damp in the roots. "I need to go wash off. You rest, catch your breath." Planting a kiss on her forehead, Elijah climbed from the bed and entered the bathroom.

While cleaning, he realized it had been in the top five sexual experiences of his life. So insanely hot, and so overwhelming in pleasure as he'd felt the beads rolling about. He wondered what it must have been like for her, no doubt amplified by a few million degrees as far as overstimulation. No wonder she was exhausted and covered in sweat.

When he returned to the bedroom, Leah was on her back, having opened the kimono to cool off; her breasts shiny and round and unreal in size. Sidling up beside her, Elijah ran his hands over them, unable to ever get enough. He loved Natalie's natural chest--had never been a fan of fake until Leah came along--but perhaps half the fun of Leah's was that they were the polar opposite of Natalie; the largest reminder that he was with someone else.

He chose not to dwell on why that mattered, instead returning his full attention to Leah as he kneaded her. "Are you comfortable like that with the plug?" he inquired, genuinely curious.

"It's a little strange," Leah said, wiggling her ass. "I like it, but I think I like it more because it's keeping your cum inside of me."

Elijah grinned. It was so fucking hot. "As long as you're comfortable," he said, then climbed on top of her. The cleaning had meant stroking and he was hard once more. "Because I'm going to fuck you for hours."

Leah squealed in delight as he poised himself, then let out a long moan as he slid inside, wrapping her arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

And they did exactly that. Fucked through the night. After Elijah spanked her for her protests earlier, they fucked. Over and over again in every position; on the couch, against the dresser, before finally collapsing in bed for good at around four in the morning.