Chapter 20 #2
The words fueled me. My hands left her breasts to deal with the rest of our clothes. I peeled off my jeans, kicking them away. She, with a surprising haste, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, leaving herself completely bare to me.
She came back to my lap, skin to skin now. The feeling was electric. Her thighs settled over mine, her warm, wet center pressed against my stomach. I was hard, achingly ready for her.
She reached down between us, her small hand trembling slightly as she guided me. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my shaft just nudging against her wet warmth. My hands gripped her buttocks, feeling the firm, round curves. I squeezed possessively.
“Look at me,” I ordered softly.
Her eyes, wide and dark, locked with mine.
“I’m going to fill you up,” I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. “I’m going to make you feel so full, so complete, you’ll forget everything except my name.”
She nodded, a shudder running through her.
I didn’t thrust. I controlled her descent. With my hands on her hips, I slowly, slowly pushed her down onto my length.
She took me in, inch by agonizingly wonderful inch. Her body opened for me, welcoming me deep inside her. Her head fell back as she moaned, a long, low sound of pure pleasure. Her inner muscles clenched around me, hot and tight.
When she was fully seated, when I was buried as deep as I could go, we both paused, breathing ragged. The feeling of being inside her, connected so completely, was almost spiritual. Her breasts, now free and full, swayed with the motion of her breathing, a mesmerizing sight.
“All in,” I whispered, my voice strained. “You took all of me. Good girl.”
She moaned my name again. “Armaan… it’s so… you feel…”
“I know,” I said, my hands moving to her breasts again, cradling them, my thumbs stroking her nipples. “Now move for me. Ride me. Show me how much you want this.”
With a shaky breath, she began to move. It was tentative at first, a small rock of her hips.
Then, as the pleasure built, her movements grew more confident.
She rose up, almost leaving me, then sank back down, taking me in again with a soft, wet sound.
Each descent sent a jolt of pure bliss through me.
My focus returned to her breasts. As she moved above me, they bounced beautifully, a gentle, rhythmic jiggle that was utterly captivating. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, sucking gently on her nipple. She cried out, her movement stuttering for a second before becoming more frantic.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured against her skin. “Keep moving. Let me feel you.”
She obeyed, her hips establishing a steady, rising rhythm.
The sound of the waves mingled with the sound of our bodies joining, of her pleasured sighs and my own harsh breaths.
I switched my attention to her other breast, kissing, licking, sucking, while my hands held her hips, guiding her, sometimes helping her move faster, sometimes slowing her down to deepen the sensation.
“You like my mouth on you?” I asked, looking up at her flushed face.
“Yes,” she gasped. “So much.”
“You like being filled by me?”
“Yes! God, yes…”
Her moans were getting louder, less controlled. Her body was tightening around me, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel my own climax building, a tight coil of pleasure winding at the base of my spine.
“I’m close, Viya,” I warned her, my voice tight. “Come with me. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m… I’m there,” she whimpered. “I’m there, Armaan!”
I couldn’t hold the position any longer.
The pleasure was too intense, the need to be even closer overwhelming.
With a grunt, I lay back on the pillows, pulling her down with me so she was still atop me, but now lying more fully against my chest. Her breasts pressed flat against me, the sensitive nipples rubbing against my skin as she continued to move.
This new angle was deeper, more intense for her. She cried out, her eyes flying open in surprise at the new wave of sensation. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me as she rode me.
Our kisses became frantic, animalistic. We kissed like we were trying to consume each other, our tongues tangling, our breaths shared. Between kisses, I whispered dirty, possessive promises into her ear.
“You’re mine forever now. This is your place. Right here, on me, around me.”
“I’m going to keep you full every night. I’m going to worship this body until you can’t think.”
“No one else ever touches you. No one else ever sees you like this. Only me.”
Each word spurred her on, pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans became continuous, a sweet, high sound of abandon. I felt her inner muscles begin to flutter wildly around me, a sure sign of her impending climax. My own control shattered.
With a final, deep thrust upwards, I pushed her over.
She shattered with a cry that was half-sob, half-scream, her body convulsing around me.
The feel of her contracting, milking me, triggered my own release.
I held her tightly, driving up into her as I came, a hot, rushing flood of release that seemed to merge with hers.
We collapsed together, spent and tangled. She dropped her head onto my neck, her body limp with exhaustion. I was still inside her, our connection unbroken. The aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us both for long minutes.
I reached for a soft blanket from the pile beside the bed and pulled it over us, covering our sweat-slicked bodies. The ocean breeze was cool now. I kissed her forehead, a tender contrast to the fierce passion that had just passed.
She nuzzled into me, her breathing slowing into the rhythm of sleep. “I love you,” she murmured, already half-unconscious.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, my arms tightening around her. “More than anything.”
We drifted off like that, wrapped together under the blanket, under the stars, the sound of the ocean a lullaby for our entwined souls.