Chapter 82 #2
“Scream all you want, no one will hear you,” I growl, my voice hitting her like a command she has been waiting for.
She sinks down harder, taking everything I give her. Her scream cuts through the trees. Her head tips back, her body arching above me, chest rising fast, breath already gone. Her thighs clamp tighter around my hips as she rides me, faster now, chasing something she can’t slow down.
“Oh god, Seth,” she moans, voice breaking apart.
I drive my hips up into her, meeting every drop of her body with force.
The impact snaps through both of us. She claws at me, dragging my shirt down my arms, gripping my neck, grabbing anything she can reach.
Her movements turn frantic, losing rhythm, turning into pure need as she bounces against me harder, deeper.
I slide my hand from her waist to her throat, my fingers pressing over the blood streaked across her skin. Not tight. Just enough to hold her there. To ground her. To make her look at me.
Her eyes lock on mine instantly. Her breath stutters.
“Stay right there,” I murmur, guiding her pace, controlling the angle as she moves.
Her muscles start to tighten around me. I feel it immediately. The way her body begins to pulse, the way her rhythm starts to break. Her thighs shake harder, her movements stutter, her voice catching before it can fully form.
She's right there. I feel it building in her before she even realizes it herself.
I drag my hand back to her hip and slow her down. Her body reacts instantly, a frustrated sound breaking from her throat as her pace is forced to shift.
“Seth—” she starts, breathless.
“Are you about to come?” I ask.
Her body clenches around me again, answering for her.
I tilt my head slightly, watching her lose it in real time.
“I didn’t give you permission to come yet.”
She whimpers at that, her hips trying to pick the pace back up, but my grip tightens, holding her in place. I slow the movement between us, pulling out slower, pushing back in deeper, dragging every inch out of it instead of letting her rush through it.
Her head drops forward, her breath shaking as the tension builds instead of breaking.
I lean up, closing the space between us, and kiss her.
My mouth moves against hers while my hips keep that slow, controlled rhythm, forcing her to feel every second of it instead of letting her escape into it. Her hands slide up my neck, gripping tight, her kiss turning desperate, needy, like she is trying to pull more out of me.
I pull back just enough to look at her.
“You gonna be my good girl and ask me if you can come?” My voice low against her lips.
Her body tightens hard around me again, her control slipping further with every second I hold her there.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur against her mouth, barely moving inside her, keeping her suspended right at the edge. “Ask me.”
Her breath breaks, her voice barely holding together as she tries to speak, her body still trapped right at the edge I put her on.
“Seth,” she gasps, voice trembling. “Please—please let me come.”
I slide my hand from her waist to her throat, my fingers resting over the blood I left on her skin. I hold her there, guiding her, keeping her focused on me. She moans at the contact, her breath stuttering.
Her muscles tighten around me. Her thighs shake harder. Her voice catches in her throat. She reaches the point where sound barely forms.
I feel her pussy clench around me. The way her body fights it. The way she tries to hold on even when she cannot.
“Come on my dick,” I demand. “Right fucking now.”
The command hits her at the same moment everything in me snaps.
Her body tightens around me with a brutal squeeze, and the sound she makes breaks straight through my control.
Her orgasm hits with violent force, and mine slams into me at the exact same second.
The two of us come together so hard it feels like the world narrows to nothing but heat, breath, and the way our bodies lock against each other.
I release inside her with a groan against her neck, my body shuddering under the intensity of feeling everything she feels at once. The dual climax rips the breath from my lungs and leaves her shaking on top of me, both of us losing control in the same instant.
Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper as if she can drag every last pulse out of me.
Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and I let her take as much as she wants.
I feel the tremor of her release drag through her muscles, squeezing me in perfect rhythm with every wave crashing through mine.
I stay buried deep inside her because I can't pull away. I want every aftershock. I want the heat of her wrapped around me while she trembles through the final pulses of her orgasm. Her heart slams against her ribs when I touch her chest. Her skin is warm and damp. She looks perfect.
I press my forehead to hers, still inside her, breathing hard. My hand slides under her thigh to feel the last of the shaking, the warmth, the way she clings to me like her body refuses to let the moment end.
Her laugh comes out rough.
“That might've been better than therapy.”
I smirk against her mouth.
“Told you I’m good for your mental health.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she murmurs, still breathless.
“Too late.”
I brush her jaw with my thumb, then cup her face. She leans into it.
She reaches for the mask on the ground and traces the edge with her fingertips.
“Keep it,” she whispers. “Might need a rematch.”
I grin at her.
“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
She smiles like she wants that.
“Then carry me.”
I kiss her again, slow at first, but softness never stays between us for long.
Neither of us wants it to.