53 Milo #3
I leaned over her, mouth to her ear. "You like this, you like it when I ruin your tight little cunt, don't you?"
She nodded, unable to talk.
"Tell me I'm the only one allowed to do this?"
"You're the only one," she said raggedly.
"Tell me I'm the one you chose yourself?"
"You're the one I chose to fuck me like this."
"Like what?"
"Like an animal."
Fuck. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't hold out. She made me feel all these strange things, all these things I didn't think I'd ever feel. Let alone with her.
My strokes grew faster and deeper, as deep as I could fit my cock into her perfect made for me body.
Her whimpers grew louder and more desperate, and I knew she was close. I felt her pussy clench and spasm around me. I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her body tensed, even more.
"Faster, faster," she commanded.
I did. I set the punishing rhythm, driving my cock into her with everything I had and giving all the attention to her clit, pinching it first, then slapping it lightly.
She was crying now, crying for me to make her come.
"I want you to fill me up," she begged. "I want you to come inside me. I want you to mark me. Make me yours."
"You know I lied," I managed to choke out.
Thrust. "I can't keep my promise anymore.
" Thrust. "When you talk to me like this.
" Thrust. "When you ask for these things.
" Thrust. "I can't make it last all night long.
" Thrust. "We're going to come right now.
Together." Thrust. "Then we'll take a short break.
" Thrust. "And then we'll do it all over again until we come.
" Thrust. "As many times as we need for the sunrise to get here. "
She moaned, pushed back, spearing her pussy on my cock.
I slapped her clit again and felt her muscles squeeze around my length to the point I didn't believe it was physically possible.
That was it. I was about to shoot my load into her when she came with a scream. Her body shook, her head fell back from the orgasm that ripped through her.
I didn't stop. I grabbed her hair and fucked her through it until I felt my own orgasm punch through.
I groaned, then emptied myself inside her, pulling her tight to me as I finished. The feeling was so intense I saw white behind my eyes.
I listened to her breathing as I stayed inside her, letting the come drip out and down her thighs, mixing with the water on the floor.
She sagged and I had to help her to turn around so she wouldn't fall. She collapsed against my chest, still panting hard.
I hugged her to me, both of us soaked and shaking. I traced a finger down her side, then over the curve of her ass. I couldn't stop touching her. Couldn't believe she was mine.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the water hitting the tile and the glass.
Eventually, she looked up. Her face was soft, open, all the shields gone.
I managed to slip one hand between our bodies and touched her sensitive entrance, then slipped my index finger inside to coat it in the leftovers of my come and her juices. She shuddered in my arms, clenching and unclenching around my digit.
I pulled out of her and brought the slicked finger to my mouth, smearing the evidence of what we'd done over my lips. Then I crushed them against hers, invading her with my tongue, making her taste the salt and musk of our joining.
She surrendered completely, moaning as if I was fucking her all over again.
I tore myself away, lungs burning for oxygen.
I couldn't stop staring at her, at the woman in my arms, the woman who'd just given me everything. I'd never felt this way about anyone before, and for a moment, I was terrified of this new emotion.
But then she looked at me, and I knew she felt it too. Whatever this was, we were in it together.
"So," she purred, running a finger down my chest, "how many more times do you think we can go?"
"As many as it takes."
Dawn was breaking.
The sky lightened to the color of a fading bruise, streaked with gold where the sun pushed against the horizon.
We were tangled together on the bed, her leg hooked over mine, my arm pinned beneath her neck, our skin sticky and bare. A pleasant soreness settled in my muscles, familiar but different from post-mission fatigue—no crash, just a deep satisfaction.
I couldn't name this fluttering sensation spreading through me, but it occupied every cell, every nerve ending, every breath that synchronized with hers.
This was new territory—this peace, this vulnerability with another person. Like removing a bulletproof vest I'd worn since I was a boy.
"Are you scared?" she asked, voice barely a whisper, her breath warm against my collarbone.
I thought about it. About everything I'd done, the proverbial blood on my hands, everything I'd been trained to be, and everything I could lose now that I had her.
"Sometimes," I replied honestly. "But not as much when I'm with you."
She smiled, then reached out and traced my jaw with her thumb, the pad of her finger catching on the first hint of stubble. "I can work with that."
So could I.