She needed no further instruction. With a low, desperate sound, she pushed her hips back, lifting her ass higher, spreading her cheeks slightly against my thighs. Her body was slick with sweat, and her asshole, already spit-wet and gaping from my fingers, was ready. The dark, tight ring stared back at me, demanding to be filled.
I didn't waste another second. I placed the head of my cock against that wet, dark opening. The tight heat of it was immediate, a shocking velvet grip. I inhaled sharply, then pushed.
It was a slow, punishing entry. The opening gripped my cock like a fist of fire. Tessa let out a strangled cry, her fingers digging desperate grooves into the kitchen counter. I felt the skin stretch, the muscle resist, and then, with a long, agonizing slide that scraped every nerve ending, I was in. Fully. I was buried to the hilt.
