Chapter 33 – Lance #2
Her answer was lost in a moan as I shifted my angle, hitting that spot that made her see stars. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she tried to pull me deeper.
"Answer me," I demanded, slowing my thrusts until she was writhing beneath me in frustration.
"Yes," she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet mine. "I was made for you. Only you."
The possessive satisfaction that roared through me at her words was almost overwhelming. I rewarded her honesty by driving into her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her willing body.
"Good girl," I growled against her ear. "My perfect fucking girl."
I could feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming more erratic, her walls starting to flutter around me in that telltale rhythm. But I wasn't ready for this to end. Not yet.
I pulled out suddenly, ignoring her cry of protest, and flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. Before she could react, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, my much larger hand easily holding both of hers captive.
"Oh, God, Lance," she moaned, her hips grinding against mine in a demanding motion. "I... I need to come again."
"I know you do," I growled, using my free hand to trace down her spine. "But you'll come when I say you can."
I reached underneath her and my fingers found her nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between my thumb and forefinger. She arched beneath me, pressing back against my cock that was still slick with her arousal.
I tugged harder on her nipples, and she cried out, her whole body trembling beneath me. "Please," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice making my cock throb against her ass.
"Please what?" I demanded, pinching her nipples between my fingers and rolling them roughly.
Her hips bucked, seeking friction, seeking me.
"Please fuck me," she gasped. "I need you inside me. I need?—"
I cut off her words by sliding back into her wet heat in one hard thrust, my grip on her wrists tightening as I buried myself to the hilt. From this angle, I could go deeper, hit spots that made her scream my name.
"Is this what you need?" I growled, my free hand continuing to play with her nipples, tugging and pinching until she was a writhing mess beneath me.
"Yes," she sobbed, pushing back against me. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"That's it, baby," I growled, feeling her body coil tighter beneath me. "Let me feel you come apart for me."
I picked up the pace, driving into her with a rhythm that had her crying out with each thrust. My fingers worked her nipples relentlessly, alternating between gentle caresses and rougher tugs that had her whole body trembling beneath me.
"You're so close," I murmured against her ear, feeling the way her walls were starting to clench around me. "I can feel how badly you need to let go."
She whimpered, straining against my grip on her wrists. The sound went straight to my cock, making me thrust harder, deeper.
Her orgasm tore through her like lightning, her whole body convulsing as she screamed my name into the pillow. Her walls clamped down on me so tight I saw stars, the sensation dragging me right over the edge with her.
I buried myself deep as my own release crashed over me, my vision blurring as I emptied myself inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, more intense than anything I'd ever felt before.
I collapsed against her back, both of us trembling and gasping for air. My grip on her wrists loosened, and she pulled her hands free, immediately reaching back to thread her fingers through my hair.
"Fuck," I breathed against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin. I could feel myself still pulsing inside her, could feel the evidence of my release beginning to leak out around my cock. "You're incredible."
I stayed inside her for a moment longer, savoring the way she felt wrapped around me, before slowly pulling out. A low whimper escaped her lips at the loss, and I watched, mesmerized, as my cum began to slip from her swollen pussy.
"Stay just like that," I commanded, my voice still rough with satisfaction. She obeyed, remaining on her stomach with her hips slightly raised, completely trusting and pliant beneath me.
I couldn't resist. My hands gripped her hips, pulling them back toward me as I watched more of my release drip from her. The sight of her marked by me, claimed so thoroughly, sent a primal surge of possession through my chest.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmured, using my fingers to catch what was escaping and slowly pushing it back inside her. She gasped at the intimate touch, her body still sensitive from her orgasm.
"Lance," she breathed, her voice muffled against the pillow.
"Shh," I soothed, my thumb circling her entrance gently. "Let me take care of you."
I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her swollen folds, tasting the mixture of us both. She shuddered beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I lapped at her gently. Another smaller quake hit her and she whimpered as her body jerked.
When she finally stilled, I pulled away and gathered her trembling form into my arms. She was boneless, completely spent, her breathing still uneven as aftershocks rippled through her.
"Easy, baby," I murmured, brushing damp braids from her face. Her skin was flushed and glowing, a thin sheen of sweat making her look like a goddess in the dim light filtering through the windows.
She turned in my arms, pressing her face against my chest. "I can't... I can't feel my legs," she whispered, and I could hear the smile in her voice despite her exhaustion.
"Good," I said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That was the plan."
We lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest while I ran my hands over her hair.
"Come on," I said softly, shifting to sit up. "Let's get you cleaned up."
She protested weakly as I scooped her up, her arms automatically wrapping around my neck. "Where are we going?"
"I'm going to take care of you," I murmured, carrying her toward the bathroom.