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Lerato: (2) Sweetness and Pain
Lerato woke slowly, her body heavy, her head still fogged with sleep. The grey morning light filtered through the curtains of Sea Point, casting pale bands across the unmade bed. She shifted only slightly and immediately felt the sharp sensitivity of her anus. A dull, warm, persistent ache reminded her of every centimetre of Thabo’s cock that had filled her the night before. She was still full of him. The semen had dried a little on the inside of her thighs, sticky, and a sensation of heaviness remained lodged deep inside her.
Thabo slept on his back beside her, one heavy arm draped around her waist. His greying beard brushed lightly against her shoulder. His broad chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm. Lerato stayed still for a moment, eyes open, savouring the warmth of his body against hers. Instinctively she brought her hand to her anus and touched the still slightly swollen entrance with her fingertips. A shiver ran through her belly. It hurt. And yet she regretted nothing.
She turned gently towards him. Thabo opened his eyes almost at once, as if he had felt her gaze. A slow smile stretched his lips.
“Good morning, sthandwa sami,” he murmured in a voice still rough with sleep. “Does it hurt?”
Lerato nodded, a little ashamed, a little already aroused. “Yes… it pulls. It burns a little.”
Thabo slid a large hand over her hip, then lower, between her buttocks. His fingers explored with surprising gentleness. He touched the sensitive entrance, felt the heat and the slight swelling. Lerato flinched.
“I know,” he said simply. “I took you hard yesterday. And for a long time.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, then on her mouth. “But you look so beautiful like this. Still open. Still mine.”
He kissed her more deeply. His beard scratched deliciously against Lerato’s chin. His tongue entered her mouth with a slow, possessive patience. At the same time a thick finger pressed gently against her sore anus. Lerato moaned into the kiss, her body caught between rising pleasure and over-sensitive flesh.
Thabo did not rush. He caressed her at length, one hand on her firm breasts, rolling the already hard nipples between his fingers, the other hand remaining between her buttocks, massaging the sensitive opening without yet penetrating. He murmured words against her mouth, against her neck, against her ear.
“You’re so desirable… even sore… especially sore. Your little hole that still recognises me. Your breasts that harden the moment I touch you. And this little cock…”
His hand slid forward. He found Lerato’s small penis, still soft, curled up in its wrinkled foreskin. He took it between thumb and forefinger, stroked it with an almost tender slowness, sliding it within its skin. Lerato let out a trembling sigh. The pain at the back and the caress at the front mingled in a troubling way.
“Turn over,” Thabo said softly. “Onto your side. Facing me.”
She obeyed. He lifted her upper leg and rested it on his own hip. His already hard, heavy cock nestled between Lerato’s buttocks. He did not enter immediately. He simply rubbed the head against the sensitive anus, coating it with his own pre-cum, sliding it up and down, pressing just enough for Lerato to feel the pressure without being opened yet.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Lerato raised her eyes to him. His were dark, calm, filled with a deep, patient desire.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, pressing a little harder. “So beautiful with my cum still inside you. So beautiful when you hurt because of me.”
He pushed. The head sank in slowly. Lerato closed her eyes for a moment, a sharp moan escaping her. It burned. The already irritated anus stretched again around Thabo’s thickness. He advanced millimetre by millimetre, stopping each time she tensed, kissing her mouth, stroking her small cock to distract a little from the pain.
“Breathe… it’s me… you take me so well…”
When he was fully inside her he remained still for a long moment. Lerato trembled slightly, forehead against his, breathing short. The pain was present, sharp, but it was already mixing with something else: the sensation of being filled, possessed, desired. Thabo finally moved. Tiny oscillations at first, just enough to make the slide felt inside her without assaulting the sensitive entrance.
“Do you feel me?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes…” she breathed. “You’re… so big… it hurts… but stay… stay inside me…”
He smiled and began to take her properly. Slowly. Deeply. Each thrust was measured, controlled, yet he went all the way in, pressing his pelvis against Lerato’s buttocks, making her feel every centimetre. One of his hands stayed on her small cock, stroking it, sometimes pressing a little harder, playing with the sensitive little testicles. The other hand held her hip, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
“You’re mine,” he murmured first in Zulu, then in English. “Ngiyakuthanda… you’re so desirable… your anus that squeezes me even when it hurts… your breasts against my chest… this soft little cock in my hand…”
Lerato was moaning without restraint now. The pain had not disappeared, but it had transformed. It was part of the pleasure. Each time Thabo sank in to the hilt, a wave of heat rose along her spine, mingling with the burn of the stretch. She clung to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his dark skin.
He took her like that for long minutes, never really accelerating, savouring every sigh, every tension, every small cry. Then he withdrew slowly. Lerato let out a moan of protest when the emptiness formed inside her.
“Shower,” Thabo said simply. “I want to take you under the water.”
He stood, imposing even naked, his cock still glistening with the mixture of their fluids. He held out his hand. Lerato took it and followed him to the bathroom.
Hot water poured over their bodies. Thabo placed her facing the tiled wall, hands flat against the tiles. He knelt behind her and slowly licked her anus, cleaning, soothing, arousing at the same time. Lerato rested her forehead against the wall, knees weak. Thabo’s hot tongue on the irritated flesh was almost too intense. He licked, sucked, pushed the tip of his tongue in slightly, then stood up.
He entered again. More easily this time thanks to the water and saliva, but the thickness remained demanding. Lerato cried out softly when he sank in in a single thrust all the way.
“Shhh… you’re beautiful,” he said against her ear as he began to fuck her more firmly. “So beautiful under the water… with my cock buried in you… your little breasts pressed against the wall…”
He took her harder now. The slap of his pelvis against her buttocks echoed in the shower stall. Water ran over their bodies, mixing sweat and the remains of the night’s semen. Thabo held her hips with force, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. One hand slid forward and seized Lerato’s small cock again. He squeezed it, pulled it gently, pressed the small balls between his fingers while he accelerated.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, voice rough.
“Yes…” Lerato moaned. “Yes… but don’t stop… please…”
“Because you’re desirable even when you hurt. Especially when you hurt because of me.”
He continued. The thrusts became deeper, more insistent. Lerato felt her anus burn, open, close around the thick cock. Pain and pleasure were so intertwined that she no longer knew where one ended and the other began. She came first, a dry, violent orgasm that made her whole body shake, her small cock contracting in Thabo’s hand while almost nothing came out.
Thabo did not stop. He kept her open, penetrated her again and again, murmuring dirty and tender words at the same time.
“I’m going to fill you again… I’m going to leave my cum in you all day… you’ll walk around with me inside you… you’ll smell my scent…”
He came with a long, deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and staying pressed against her while the hot jets flooded the sensitive walls of her anus. Lerato felt every pulse. She let out a sob of pleasure and overwhelm.
They stayed under the water a while longer, Thabo still buried inside her, his large hands sliding up her belly to cup her breasts. He kissed her nape, her shoulders, the top of her back.
“You’re mine,” he repeated simply.
Later, wrapped in towels, they returned to the bed. Lerato lay on her stomach. Thabo straddled the backs of her thighs and began to massage her still-open, reddened anus with two fingers coated in lubricant he had found in the drawer. He entered the fingers slowly, spreading them, closing them, massaging the sore walls from the inside.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes… and no…” Lerato breathed, face buried in the pillow. “Keep going…”
He continued for a long time. He added a third finger. He turned them, curled them, found spots that made Lerato cry out. Then he withdrew the fingers and entered her a third time with his cock, even more slowly, almost tenderly, while leaning down to kiss her back and speak to her in a low voice.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever held. Even when you tremble. Even when you hurt. Especially then.”
Lerato was crying a little now, from pleasure, from too much emotion, from the way pain and sweetness had knotted together inside her. Thabo took her until he came one last time, less abundantly but deeply, holding her tight against him.
Afterwards they remained entangled, Thabo’s cock still half-buried inside her, cooling slowly. Lerato traced absent circles on his broad chest.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk normally today,” she murmured with a tired little laugh.
Thabo smiled into her hair. “Good. I want you to still feel my cock in you when you do your live tonight. I want you to sit a little carefully. And to think of me.”
She lifted her head and kissed him.
“I’ll think of you,” she promised. “All the time.”
Outside, Cape Town was truly waking up. Inside, Lerato kept her eyes closed a moment longer, her body heavy, her anus throbbing gently to the rhythm of her heart, full of the sweetness and the pain that Thabo had given her.
She already knew she would want to start again. Soon. Very soon.
The relationship was only just beginning.
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