Del paddled his feet under the comforter until it was perfectly situated. He pulled the edge up to his chin, lifted one arm out, changed his mine and tucked it back under, and fiddled with the remote several times. He kept glancing towards the door, imagining soft footfalls outside.
They came at long last, followed by a slinky, dark-haired woman. She wore a bright red sports bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Behind these, he could just make out the straps of her harness.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she closed the door. "Hiding from me?“
Del started and popped out from under the covers. He smoothed them on her side of the bed and smiled uncertainly. "No? Yes? I have no idea what the right answer is here.”
She laughed before catching herself and falling back into character, smacking the gum in the corner of her mouth. "Ass up,“ she said, and Del held himself in the air while she slipped a towel underneath him. She bent low and just barely brushed her lips against his half-erect cock. He shuddered and lay still, watching as she unzipped her jeans and tugged them off.
The toy strapped into the harness was long and black and smooth. He eyed it dubiously. "That’s bigger than the last one, Megs.”
“Shhhh.” She put her finger to his lips, gently peeling his lower lip down into a pout, which made her laugh. "I promise I won’t push you further than you can go.“
Del made a tiny whimpering noise but nodded. Even in her swaggering male persona, Megan respected his limitations. No meant no for her, just as it did when they reversed roles. Now she was palming her cock, dribbling lube from the bottle along its length. She caught the excess on her fingers and surprised him by ringing his asshole with it and popping her finger inside. Del gasped and stiffened. Megan kissed his cock again. "Relax. It’s so much better that way.”
“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I’m terrified, and fuckin’ rightly so.”
She smiled that infuriating smile again and gave her cock one last stroke. "All right. Legs up, hold them to your chest, like you want to give me everything you’ve got.“ She tilted forward on all fours, wriggling her hips until she got into place. Del closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of touch. Her hair tickling his knees. Her breath scattering over his stomach as she sought the right angle. The smooth tip of the toy, teasing at his asshole.
She slipped it in, just barely. Del’s whole body seized up, but in time with Megan’s gentle stroking of his cock, he relaxed until she eased further into him. She began to rock her hips, her own face contorting with each thrust as the nub on the harness ground into her clit.
"Hold me down,” he managed. She obliged, falling forward to pin his wrists down under her palms. Her strength was startling for how small she was, and Del felt sufficiently trapped.
Now the toy was buried halfway in Del’s ass. He was filled, conquered, lights going off behind his eyes as her pumping eased the toy in and out of him at the perfect angle and speed. His cock hardened and quivered in her hand.
Del’s back arched as Megan fucked him to a frenzy, her lip curling with power. As he came, spurting onto the underside of her chin, he saw not just an overwhelming sense of ownership in her eyes, but a fierce love that would have taken out anything that tried to do this to him.
Afterwards, he was a shivering ball of nerve endings. Megan slipped out of the harness and curled around him backwards, becoming the big spoon. She laid her head on his knees and smiled as she reached up and touched his face.
“You,” she said. "I love you.“
