Chapter 7 #2
His hips moved again, and mine mirrored the motion, caught the rhythm, and the passion between us spiked without the former buildup. My limbs cinched around his straining body, my thighs clamped to his flanks as my lower half lifted off the bed, meeting his thrusts as hungrily as he delivered them.
Soft, stiff grunts exploded in my ear with blistering puffs of breath. He squeezed my strands tighter, harder, wrenching the roots as he fucked me with swelling intensity and urgency.
I shoved my mouth against his ear, teeth raking the shell, whimpering and crying out in an unparalleled ecstasy that threatened to break me—ruin me—and heal me all at once.
The orgasm built inside him, announced by the ferocity of his thrusts. My cock was hard again. I don’t know when it revived, but there it was—erect, swollen, throbbing—ground between our sweaty, desperate bodies, spitting precum across our burning flesh.
I clung to him through the sweltering heat engulfing us, wanting to cum again—to cum with him—wanting it more than anything.
But he was so close… so fucking close… I felt it in every shift of his slick, tense muscles, in every staggered breath blasting my ear and neck, in the tremors coursing through his body, and in how tightly he gripped my hair.
I almost begged him to slow down and let me catch up, but I could do nothing but hold on and fuck him, thrust for thrust.
He slowed of his own accord, reining in his urgent passion. His muscles relaxed a bit as his thrusts eased and softened. It couldn’t have been easy for him, so close to climax. A feat few men—myself included—would’ve had the strength of will to accomplish.
His hips rolled gently, sliding his engorged member in and out, root-deep, then back to the tip, then in again, out again, in an almost tender rhythm.
With each push in, he added a small, firm punch that hit the bullseye every time, pumping more blood into my cock.
He knew what I wanted—what I needed—and how to get me there.
He wants me to cum with him, too.
For some silly reason, it almost made me cry.
Even when he had every reason, every right, to focus on himself and his own pleasure…
he still wanted me there with him in that moment.
I didn’t know a partner—a lover—could be so selfless and considerate.
I’d certainly never known anyone like that before.
Despite his courtesy, I knew he was suffering; his need to cum was unbearable. The last thing I wanted was to add to his misery. I slipped one hand between us and began tugging my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It was working—fast.
My head tilted back, and my mouth opened. “Uuuhh… uuhh… fuu… fuu… huuck…”
He raised his head, loosening his grip on my hair as his hands slid down to cup my face again.
His forehead touched my brow, his face right there, his eyes peering deep into mine.
In the darkness, I didn’t know their color, but it didn’t matter; I could see into them.
Something dripped onto my cheek, then another drop… falling from his eyes.
My throat worked around my gasps, my own eyes filling, tears spilling out to mix with his. My heart thrummed wildly, vibrating in my chest.
Our eyes held as his lips brushed mine, nervously, then deepened into a tender kiss that steadily grew stronger. I whimpered and parted my lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. Then suddenly we were kissing, kissing. Drinking each other, drowning each other.
Our bodies caught up, matching the intensity. I clutched his back with one hand, while my other hand jerked my cock furiously as he let go of control and fucked me wildly. We gasped, whimpered, and grunted into each other’s mouths, unwilling to break the kiss we had both craved all night.
My orgasm coiled tightly in my lower stomach.
I gasped loudly through the kiss, let go of my cock, and grabbed onto him with both arms. He took me the rest of the way, fucking the orgasm right out of me.
I gasped down his throat, clinging to him for dear life as cum squirted between us, smeared into our searing flesh by our wildly rutting bodies.
The pressure of his hands on my face tightened, gripping harder, as he panted into my mouth—harder, faster—his breath breaking, staggering, coming in short, stiff grunts as he thrust furiously, unrelenting.
The bed slammed against the wall like a battering ram, maybe cracking the plaster.
I didn’t care—the thought of him fucking me so hard he broke my wall almost made me cum again.
But I didn’t have time to build another orgasm—he was right fucking there.
His fingers shoved into my hair, gouging my scalp, while his mouth crushed against mine, almost painfully yet fucking sinfully sweet.
“Uuh!” he grunted into my mouth—and came with a violent jerk of his hips, his thrusts stalling for a heartbeat as he pushed in as deep as he could, filling my ass.
Then he broke and thrust furiously again, burning through the orgasm, gasping and grunting through our kiss, my ass slick with his cum as his cock pistoned in and out of me.
A sudden, violent shudder swept through him, and he went still.
He trembled on top of me, matching my own shakes, our mouths still fused, though the intensity of the kiss had abruptly eased.
His desperate grip on my head softened, as did his lips, and we lay there for I don’t know how long, just kissing…
drinking in one another’s passion… sharing something deep within that words couldn’t express.
Outside this sweet haze, I was vaguely aware of his cock still gliding in and out of me wetly… I felt his seed draining out of me with each slide of his heavy dick. I felt drunk on the sensations, on the taste of him as our kiss stretched out and our tongues tasted one another.
I don’t know when the kiss ended. I think it tapered off slowly until we were just lying there, foreheads touching, gazing into each other’s eyes in the dark.
What now? Where do we go from here?
The uncertainty frightened me. If we weren’t meant for more than that one night… how could I go back to my life? It seemed impossible, even ridiculous.
But what if the thrill of tonight dies with the morning light?
What if it was the “mystery” I was so consumed by? Not knowing the identity of my seducer and lover? If I saw him in the light of day, would all the mystery wash away… would these feelings remain?
The cuddler shifted off me. He gently turned me onto my side, my back to him, and wrapped me in his arms, cuddling me like no man ever had.
This is real. Mystery, no mystery… I know it’s real.
With a trembling hand, I reached for the nightstand, picked up the Be Mine heart candy, and gently placed it into his palm. He touched my shoulder with his lips, looked at the candy, then slightly pulled back and put the other heart-shaped candy—I’m Yours—into my hand.
I snuggled deeper into his arms, a gentle calm settling over my heart. “You give the best cuddles,” I whispered into the night.
He kissed my ear. “You, too,” he murmured, his baritone voice strumming my nerve endings and making me want to sing.
And that, my dear listeners… is how I met my husband.