Chapter 16 #3
He kept her wrists pinned above her head, using his other hand to grip her hip, angling her just right. The new position had her eyes flying open, a strangled sound escaping her throat. She tried to say his name, but it came out as an incoherent moan.
Her body was a masterpiece of response—back arching, thighs trembling, inner walls clenching around him with each thrust. Sweat gleamed on her skin in the dim light, making her glow. When he hit that perfect spot inside her again, she actually sobbed with pleasure.
No more witty comments now, no more clever quips. Just desperate sounds of pleasure as he claimed her over and over. Her eyes, when they managed to focus on his, were dark and wild, filled with a need that matched his own.
He could feel her getting close again, could feel it in the way she tightened around him, in the way her breathing grew more ragged. When he released her wrists to slide his hand between them, she immediately clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Jason’s world had narrowed to the feel of her beneath him—her gasps, her sighs, the silken heat of her body.
Her wrists were small, delicate birds captured within the cage of his hand, her pulse fluttering against his palm like a heartbeat.
But she was no passive participant in this dance; she met him thrust for thrust, her legs crossed around his waist, urging him deeper, harder, demanding everything he had to give and more.
Each slam of his cock into her tight, wet pussy was a homecoming, a claiming, a reverent celebration of her surrender. He felt the exquisite tightness of her clasp him—hot and insistent.
Her cries filled the room, echoing off the walls and seeping into his skin. They were cries of love received and given in equal measure—a symphony of desire that played on loop as hours slipped away into oblivion.
Time had lost all meaning. They were adrift in a sea of pleasure, each wave cresting higher than the last. Her pussy sucked him in, a hot, velvet vise that threatened to unravel him completely. He loved her like this—wild and wanton, her sharp tongue silenced by the intensity of their coupling.
And then she was coming, her body tightening around his like a bowstring.
When she climaxed, it was a storm breaking against his shores—fierce and all-consuming.
Her inner walls spasmed around him, squeezing him rhythmically, gripping him in pulsating waves and milking his cock as she cried out his name.
It was a sound he’d never tire of, a song of ecstasy that echoed through his very soul.
Her body shuddered beneath him, her back arching as she rode out the storm of her orgasm.
He watched her in awe, the flush of release painting her skin a rosy hue, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
The sight of her beneath him—eyes wide with wonder, lips parted in ecstasy—sent a jolt through his core.
As she came down from her high, he shifted their positions, pulling out only to guide her onto her hands and knees.
He entered her from behind, the new angle allowing him to slide even deeper into her molten core.
Her surprised gasp turned into a moan of pleasure as he began to move again, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
Every touch elicited a gasp or whimper from her, each sound driving him further into a frenzy.
He spooned her, his chest to her back, as he continued to drive into her with deep, measured strokes. Their bodies were slick with sweat, moving together in a heated dance. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he fucked her with long, languid thrusts.
He marveled at the bow of her back as she arched into him, her body a taut string beneath his touch, an offering to his insatiable hunger.
She was exquisite in her abandon, her hands fisting the sheets as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate urgency.
Her voice, when she cried out his name, was a prayer, a plea, a demand for the release that was already building within her again.
She cried out his name once more as another orgasm ripped through her body, her inside clenching around his like a fist. The sound of it—raw and unguarded—was his undoing; the sensation of her orgasm triggered his own, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep him away.
With a final deep thrust, Jason joined her in release, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself into her, again and again, until they were both spent, their bodies trembling with the force of their orgasm, their pleasure cresting and crashing like waves upon the shore.
Exhaustion crept upon them as dawn’s light painted streaks across the sky.
Their breaths slowed, bodies still joined as they rode out the last tremors of bliss.
As sleep beckoned, Jason gathered her into his arms, cherishing the weight of her against him.
And as slumber took them both under its wing, he marveled at how complete he felt with this woman who had turned his world upside down.