Chapter 6 #2
I slid one hand down, following the movements on the screen as my fingers found the edge of her trousers.
On the screen, he tore the coverings from the female, leaving her open and exposed to the camera, but I didn't do that.
Instead, I slipped underneath them and found the soft mound of her hair and the wet crevice nestled inside of it.
I stroked the edges of her lower lips, parting them with deliberate touches, my fingers following the movement of her hips and the croons that escaped from her throat as the back of her head pressed against my chest and she wiggled against me.
The pressure in my mating appendage increased and I throbbed with the abject urge to pin her down and thrust inside of her but instead I slipped a finger into her and she cried out, her hips bucking and I followed the motion, stroking and thrusting, adding another finger in, and then a third as she stretched to accomodate what was to come, if she let me.
I could feel her inner walls clenching around my fingers, and she let out a grunt that was deep, guttural, and utterly satisfied.
The frantic twitching of her hips subsided, and I slowed the movement of my fingers to match her more languid pace.
Then the male on the screen forcefully shoved the female forward, pinning her face to the bed as he wrenched her hips up and thrust inside of her with one stroke. The female let out a shriek that was then punctuated by several hard thrusts and several more shrieks.
Carla sucked in a sharp breath as she watched, her entire body tensing, her inner channel clenching hard around my fingers.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, the cries of the female, and the grunts of the male filled the air.
"Do you wish for me to do that?" I asked. "To mount you?"
"Yes," Carla said, the rush of her breath making the word airy and light.
I slide my fingers out of her, then slowly, gently, pressed on her upper back.
She shifted to her knees, put her hands forward, and lay down on the bed in front of me as I got up to my knees, to the side of her.
I grabbed the edges of her trousers and pulled them down.
She bent her knees up, and I slid them off over the ends of her feet.
She arched her lower back, presenting her opening to me.
It was glistening and wet, the hair around it damp and holding the moisture. I wanted to taste.
I grabbed her hips, lifting them higher as I knelt down and shoved my face against her neediness.
My nose dove into her scent, the wet clutches oozing around it as my tongue found the little nub I had played with earlier, and I circled it as she let out little cries, not unlike the shrieks on the screen, but more delectable to my ears.
I licked and tasted to my heart's content, and then, when the twitching of her hips thrusting back against my face had become urgent, I pulled back, her rear trying to follow me for a moment before I leaned my body over her and her butt bumped back up against my abdominals.
I freed myself from my coverings and placed the head of my mating appendage against her opening, both drenched with her lust and my saliva.
I pushed forward even as she leaned her weight back, the tip of me slipping inside of her with a glorious pop as the tight ring of her opening gave way into the glorious heat of her depths.
I didn't go fast, but she didn't go slow, and she sank back against me, pulling me into her in one maddening thrust that only ended when the tip of me found resistance and her soft, pliable flesh pressed back against my hip bones.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Carla groaned. "You feel so good."
I didn't have words to describe the inescapable momentum of the moment.
She had seized me, heart, mind, and cock, anchoring me into a future where she was the centerfold of a life I always wanted but never dreamed that I would ever break free to have. She was everything, and in this moment, she was mine.
There was one thing I had learned from the hours spent watching media and waiting for my next orders.
To keep a woman as spectacular as this, all I had to do was take her pleasure to such heights that it drove her to madness with her need to have me inside of her again. I needed to satiate her in every way that I possibly could.
I gripped her hips, the show forgotten, and slid out of her, watching her reactions with clinical precision, enjoying the silken slide of my bare flesh inside of her.
I thrust back in hard, and she grunted and gasped, then I went slow again, listening to the whine build in the back of her throat as I changed my angle slightly.
She was tight around me, but from her reactions, I could tell she liked more pressure in one spot than another, so I gave it to her.
I gave it to her hard and fast, slow and deliberate, I rocked her, smashed her, and pounded out every variation of sound that she could make.
She thrashed underneath me as she clenched and convulsed with the peaks of her pleasure, but I didn't stop.
I was a machine, built to last, and this wasn't ending until she was completely and utterly satisfied.
She was limp and relaxed, flat against the bed, her entire body rocking with my rhythmic thrusts when she finally gave the signal.
"I can't... I need..." she gasped out as I felt her channel tighten around me with the telltale sign of another one of her peaks. "I need you to come too."
I let myself go.
I thrust hard and fast, and as the waves of her inner channel stroked me, I reached my own, furious, exhilarating peak and felt the strong spurt of my seed release into her as I pressed as deep as I could go, holding it there as my body seeded her in waves of utter perfection.
I held that pose, my body propped up over her, my legs in between hers, my pelvis pressed hard against her soft rear, my mating appendage twitching inside of her.
She didn't say anything, didn't move, just lay there.
"Carla," I murmured. "Is there anything you need?"
"Don't pull out," she muttered into the bed. "Just hold me."
I remained where I was, inside of her, but I carefully shifted my upper body to the side so I didn't put the bulk of my weight down on top of her. Instead, I lay with my hips on top of hers, my upper body to the side of her, my arm around her, cradling her against me.
She didn't say anything else, so I didn't either, content to just stay there and hold her.
Nothing mattered but this utter perfection of a moment.