Chapter 29 #2
My cock nudges at her entrance, her pussy still swollen and dripping from the orgasm I'd wrung from her.
I slide in slowly at first, inch by thick inch, stretching her tight heat around me, her walls fluttering in aftershocks that grip my shaft like a vise.
She's so wet, the mixture of her juices making the glide effortless, every ridge and vein of my cock dragging against her sensitive inner flesh.
She gasps into the kiss, hips tilting up to take me deeper, and I bottom out with a low groan, my balls pressing against her ass.
I start thrusting steadily, pulling back until just the tip remains inside her, then driving forward again, grinding deep with each roll of my hips to rub against that spot that makes her whimper.
The bed creaks under us, her nails scraping lightly down my back as I set a rhythm.
Her pussy clenches around me with every plunge, sucking me in, the slick sounds of our joining filling the room alongside her breathy moans.
I break the kiss to nip at her neck, sucking marks into her skin as I fuck her harder, hips snapping forward to bury myself to the hilt.
“Let go when you come,” I tell her, voice rough with the strain of holding back my own release, my breath hot against her ear. “All of it; don't hold back.”
She nods frantically, eyes glazing with building ecstasy, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. I angle my thrusts to hit her clit with my pubic bone on every drive, fingers digging into her hips to hold her steady as I pound into her relentlessly.
Her body arches beneath me, breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts, thighs quivering around my sides.
Her pussy starts to spasm in warning pulses around my cock.
Then the orgasm hits her, walls clenching down hard, milking my dick so tight that it nearly pulls me over the edge.
She cries out, a broken wail that echoes through the room, her back bowing off the mattress as the first wave of her orgasm hits her.
I groan deep in my chest, hips pistoning faster, chasing my own peak, as her body shudders and convulses.
I can't hold back any longer: the vise of her pussy, the heat of her release enveloping me…
it's too much. With a guttural roar, I bury myself deep one last time, my cock swelling as I erupt inside her.
Thick ropes of cum pulse out, coating her insides.
Some leaks out around my base, but most of it stays locked inside as her walls continue to milk me dry, drawing out every last spurt.
We ride out the waves together, my body collapsing onto hers, breaths mingling in heavy pants against each other's necks.
Her legs stay locked around me, holding me close, our heartbeats syncing in the quiet that follows.
The air smells of sex and salt, our skin sticky and marked, but in this moment, it's perfect; us, unbroken, claimed in every filthy, beautiful way.
“Don’t move,” I tell her as I get out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I take out towel from under the sink and wet it under some warm water. I clean myself first, then rinse it, before taking out to the bedroom.
She looks like an angel laying on the bed.
“Spread your legs.” She does as I tell her without hesitation. “Good girl.” I take my time carefully cleaning her up the toss the washcloth to the floor and climb back in bed beside her.
We lay tangled together, neither of us sleeping. Her fingers trace along my jaw like she’s memorizing me, and my hand rests low on her stomach, feeling her breathing slowly even out beneath my palm.
She shifts closer, resting her cheek against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
I realize she’s counting it, making sure I’m still here.
“You’re leaving,” she says quietly after a while.
I exhale slowly. “Yeah.”
I sit up, brushing her hair back from her face. She watches me carefully, searching for something she won’t find.
“I’ll finish this,” I tell her. “Then I’ll come back.”
She studies me for a long moment before nodding. “I know.”
I push upright and sit at the edge of the bed, dragging a hand down my face while the reality waiting outside this room settles back over me.
The air is cooler away from her warmth. I watch her gather the sheet around herself as I stand and head toward the bathroom.
She looks wrecked in the best and worst ways, hair tangled, lips swollen, eyes heavy but fixed on me like she’s memorizing every movement.
The bathroom light clicks on, soft gold spilling into the bedroom. I turn the shower on, testing the temperature before stepping under the spray. The heat hits my shoulders and runs down my spine. For a minute I just stand there, head bowed, letting the water steady my breathing.
When I step back out, toweling off quickly, she’s sitting up now, pulling a baggy shirt over her head. The sight hits harder than it should, domestic and intimate in a way that feels dangerously permanent.
I dress quietly, listening to the house, to the fragile peace that exists here and nowhere else in my world. The weight of what almost happened settles deeper, turning into something colder.
At the doorway, I stop.
She hasn’t moved, watching me like a hawk. I cross the room once more and press a kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to feel her relax beneath it.
Then I leave.
The night air is cool when I step outside, carrying the faint promise of rain. I slide into the car and sit there for a second, hands resting on the wheel while the calm settles over me again.
The engine turns over, headlights cutting through the dark as I pull away from the curb, already planning the next move, already feeling the hunt settle into my bones.
This ends soon, and when it does, nothing gets close to her again.