buried in the pillow, trying to hide her embarrassment and shame and delight at what he was doing to her. Him, kneeling behind her, holding her hips up with one hand, and using the other to work magic on her.
Just when Katya began to think that's as far as he would take it, his fingers were gone. She sighed and felt conflicted – sad that he hadn't been brave enough to take it all the way. Glad because she wasn't sure she was brave enough, either.
But then he was moving, shifting around behind her. Pulling her hips even higher. There was the crinkle of foil, followed by the sound of it ripping, then a long pause. She went to look over her shoulder, to ask if everything was okay, but then something much, much larger than a finger was against her ass, demanding entrance, and she thought her eyeballs were going to fall out of her skull.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, burying her face in the pillow again.
“Relax, Katya. Relax. ”
He could say that word all he wanted – didn't mean it was going to happen. She chewed on the pillow and chewed on her lips and so desperately wanted to be the kind of girl who could have casual no-strings-attached anal sex in a club, but she became increasingly sure it wouldn't happen. He was simply too big. It hurt . She blinked away tears and tried to catch her breath.
“Liam, I don't think -”
“ Relax, ” he sounded like he was clenching his teeth together. “I told you it would be uncomfortable. It's gonna hurt. But I promise you, it will feel so good if you see it through. Cry if you need to, scream, shout, whatever. It's okay. But just trust me.”
She almost took him up on his offer to scream. He couldn't have been more than halfway inside her and the pain was causing a burning sensation up her spine. She would've screamed, but she worried that if she opened her mouth, she'd throw up. She bit down on the pillow and cried, the tears soaking the material.
“This is better than I imagined, Katya,” he sighed after what felt like an eternity later, when his hips were against her ass.
“I wish … I could say … the same,” she managed to pant out between gasps for air. He chuckled and she felt his hands on her back, massaging her shoulders.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered.
“I can't,” she whispered back. She was scared to move, scared it would hurt more.
“Just relax and let your body feel everything,” he insisted, and one of his hands moved to her front, passing over her breasts and heading straight between her legs. She was still wet from the sex they'd had, so his fingers moved with ease. She took deep breaths and was shocked when she felt her body react. Felt warmth spread from his fingers to her nipples to her lips to every limb. When he started moving his hips against her, it wasn't exactly enjoyable, but it wasn't as painful as it had been, either.
“Touch yourself,” he said it again, this time as a command. She did as she was told, replacing his fingers with her own. His hands gripped onto her hips, holding her still while he slowly moved in and out.
“Oh my god, Liam,” she whispered.
“Told you so.”
It took some time to adjust to his size, it felt like he was splitting her in half at first. Every time he plunged back in, fresh tears filled her eyes. But after a while, her fingers were moving faster than his thrusts, and her panting was staving off an orgasm, not pain. Before she fully clued into what was happening to her body, he was fully fucking her, his hips thrusting hard and fast against her ass, and even more shocking, she was pushing back into him. Wanting it harder, wanting it faster. Wanting more, period.
“Oh god, I'm gonna come,” she cried out, something she'd never said during sex before, to anyone.
“ Fuck, yes, me too. Come with me, Katya, please, baby, come again,” he begged.
This time, she really didn't hold back, crying out as her orgasm rocked her world. She had three of her own fingers inside herself and she held