As my body gets denied more, I am less resistant to acts that used to scare me.
One of those acts is anal. As he lightly plays, I can feel my curious little brain pushing back to see what just a little farther will feel like. I can feel how well he works my clit so that I thrust in the right way. I can feel how attentive he is to my orgasm. I can tell he is playing on the edge.
I can also feel him stop while I want more. I bite my lip reminding myself to not fight him. Reminding myself that I don’t want him to give in. I roll to my side and smother him in kisses as I thank him for denying me.
Someday we will be strong enough for me to beg, to plead, to fight. But not tonight. For now, I need to bite my lip.