41. Phoebe
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PHOEBE
H e takes my breath with his kiss. He takes it and I give it. All of it to him. My hands are in his hair. Pulling his braids as I shift and press my body into his. The gulf that lay between is crossed and its last remnants are fading.
He pulls me in. Takes me while I take him.
So many times we’ve been so close to consummating this and here we are, again. I’m not unaware that the timing is terrible. The location is worse. I know it, but I can’t bring myself to care. It’s time. Past time.
Our hands are all over each other and clothing sheds as a result. Tangling, awkward, never as easy as it seems in the old Earth vids. I remember the first time I had sex what a fumbling mess it was and how disappointed I was with the results of all the effort.
This will be anything but. My anticipation is too high.
We kiss all through wrestling our way to nakedness. He lays me down on the pile of clothes, thoughtfully shielding me from the cold and dirty stone floor. The weight of his body covering mine is warm and welcome.
Neither of us want or need foreplay. We need each other. Now.
He pushes onto his elbows kissing me all the while. When he is at my opening, about to thrust in he hesitates, pulling away from the kiss.
“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice a husky growling.
I nod, too swept away for words. He doesn’t ask again. Driving in, deep, hard, and fast. Burying his thick cock deep into my pussy.
I gasp in pleasure and surprise. His girth fills me in ways I’ve never experienced before. Spreading and filling my insides, he remains fully immersed, head tilted back, eyes closed and making a low throaty groan.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. When he opens his eyes, desire burns in them like an inferno. They narrow as he lifts his hips, his lips curl back into a growling smile and then he jams his dick in.
I gasp. Shock, surprise, and pleasure hitting every nerve in my body at once. Every nerve is alive. I push up, onto him, even though it feels as if he’s hit bottom.
“Dragoste,” he grunts, pulling back and thrusting in again.
“Mine,” I growl, pulling him in.
He sets a thunderous pace. Pounding into my pussy with force and vigor in ways that I’ve never known and never want to stop. There’s a roughness, an edge to it, that I welcome.
Todd was rough but Todd was a user. Vapas is rough, but he’s giving. Giving it to me, not taking from me. Each thrust in and every retreat is in time to needs I could never have expressed. Never knew were there, but he senses them. Falls into a rhythm with them that accents and enhances.
Suddenly, he pulls all the way out and I gasp in shock, hating the empty sensation and the cold air striking my wet lips. He is on his knees, his hard cock vibrating between us. Wordless he grabs me by my hips, lifts and flips me over. He pulls until my ass is up in the air.
His hard cock slides along my butt. Fitting into the split of my ass. He shifts and moves, dragging his dick along and over my rear entrance. I’ve done anal before but never so much by my choice and never enjoyed it.
When the head of his cock presses onto that hole I tense. Muscles spasming, rejecting his entrance. His hand slides over my hip and onto my pussy. Fingers penetrating deeply, he curls them inside and then pushes them in and out.
I moan with pleasure and my body relaxes. He pulls his hand out then his fingers are back on my rear. He rubs my pucker, spreading the wetness. Slowly, my sphincter relaxes until his thick finger slips inside.
I groan because it feels so good. Gently he works that finger in and out, giving my body the time and respect to adjust, to accept. And that is, again, something Todd would never have done as he used me for his pleasure, not for mine.
When his finger slips out with a soft popping sound, his dick is there, ready to replace the digit. This time it slips inside. The first penetration is intense but still pleasurable. Sensations light up my brain, focusing all my attention on them.
He holds, waiting for my gasps to settle and then he eases his way forward. Pushing in deeper and deeper until his cock is piercing all the way in while his hands run over my ass.
He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and I let out a throaty growl of my own. I wiggle my hips, loving the way his dick feels deep in my ass. I lower myself to the ground to free up my hands.
One hand I put on my pussy while I use my other arm to cushion my head. Rubbing my cunt he begins to thrust. I grunt with every push. The pleasure builds fast.
“Dragoste,” he growls shoving in.
“Fuck my ass, Vapas, fuck my ass my dragoste,” I say between gasps of building pleasure.
A few thrusts to allow my body to get used to this new sensation and positioning then he lets go. He fucks my ass with wild abandon.
Shoving his dick in and out while I masturbate. I curl my fingers inside and when I realize that I’m feeling his dick on the other side of the thin walls inside it makes me even hotter.
Every thrust I gasp and he groans. His grunts are primal declarations of love and desire. And I have never felt sexier, more desired, more owned, or more loved in all my life.
We fuck. We make love. We come together as one thing greater than we were. All the moments of desire, the almost doing it, all culminate in this ultimate climatic moment.
He leans over my back so that he can fondle my tits while still fucking my ass. He rides me with a wild abandon that I match with my own desire and need.
Orgasms come and they pass but we don’t stop. We’re building towards something greater than a single orgasm. Something epic.
Soon there is nothing but us. The stream of grunts coming from our throats become unending. The sensations overwhelming. My hand is soaked. It’s dripping onto the clothes below me.
He thrusts deep, growling.
“Phoebe!” he grunts and I feel him explode inside my ass.
His cock throbs, over and over as I’m swept away on sensations that the word orgasm does not begin to contain. It’s so much more. Akin to a spiritual awakening more than physical pleasuring alone.
It comes and goes in wave after wave. Our throats giving voice to the delight if only because there is no way to hold all this inside. Finally I collapse to the ground and he covers me with his body.
Breathless we lie with each other. The warmth of our love making holds the chills at bay but that can only last for so long before cold settles back over me. With a grunt and a groan he pulls out of my ass making me gasp.
He rolls off and onto his side, lying there a moment. I turn my head so that we’re staring into one another’s eyes. A smile plays over his lips.
“Good?” he asks in barely a whisper.
I smile, half-asleep, and nod.
“Better than good,” I say.
My ass is sore, but in a good way. My pussy is drenched and aching too. I feel, well, I feel well fucked. Like I’ve been given, no that I’ve taken all that I wanted and for the first time in my life, ever, I feel satisfied.
Not satisfied in that I did a good job. Or that I pleased my man. This is different. Better. My needs were satisfied this time and there is no doubt in my mind that I satisfied his too.
He trails his fingers along my back, turning onto his side. I don’t miss the way his cock flops and hangs, but though mild interest and definitely willingness is there, desire is not. I’m too fulfilled. He frowns.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head and rises to a sitting position looking around. Before I can sit up too he has grabbed the blanket I was using to keep warm and drapes it over my body.
“You are cold,” he says.
I blink, suddenly holding back tears. Stupid. A simple, stupid gesture but if there was any doubt in my mind that I love him and that he loves me they are blasted to oblivion with this one thing.
I sit up, shift, then wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him.