15. Gather Photographs I Wish to Never Forget #3
“How fair is that?” he huffed, his hands clenching, as he wanted me to free him so he could join in.
I cracked a smooth smile. “I’ll use you as my personal toy, since you want to be such a crybaby.
” I lowered myself onto him, and as I did, both of us let out intense groans of satisfaction.
I kept one hand on his wrists but placed the other on his chest so I could prop myself up.
I moved up and down sensually, really taking him all the way in with each circuit, and man did it rile him up good.
His eyes were fully open now, his attention completely on me.
His mouth hung open to let out lustful pants, and his fingers flexed repeatedly to clasp mine and hold them as tightly as he could.
I picked up the pace, rocking my hips back and forth before bringing them up and down again.
The combination of movements made us both shiver, and his fight for me to free him more intense.
I finally let go of his wrists, and the moment I did, his hands clamped onto my waist so he could thrust up into me.
I let out a loud cry, probably too loud for a dorm setting, but before I could let out another, he yanked me forward and crushed his lips onto mine to keep me quiet.
I couldn’t keep up with his tongue, which tasted of that sweet caramel brownie he had been munching on earlier.
He used my occupation to slide back on the bed, so he had a better grip on me and more maneuverability.
Thank the Gods he was kissing me, because the moment he began thrusting up into me, I felt a scream bubble in the back of my throat.
Our bodies clapped together rhythmically with his intense movements, so loud that I scrambled for the remote so I could turn up his forgotten movie.
He broke our kiss to take hold of my hair and pull me forward, so he could sink his teeth into my neck.
I slapped a hand over my mouth and cried out into it, trembling from head to toe from the feeling.
I could feel every ounce of blood circulating in my body, every breath to leave my lungs, every drop of sweat to slip down my back.
My eyes rolled back at one point, and I let him pull me in closer to him, giving my entire being to him as long as he continued to fuck me the way he currently was.
“What a good boy…” he crooned in my ear, panting from his aggressive movements.
“Shut up!” I squeaked out.
“Like Gehenna you’re going to shut me up.” I let out another yelp into his collarbone when he thrust into me fully, pinning us together for as long as he could so I would feel every inch of him. “You wanted this, remember?”
“Yes! Please, give it to me!” I begged.
His mouth pulled into his famous sexy side-smile. “That’s what I thought.”
He took hold of my waist so he could flip us around.
My back hit the warm bed beneath us, which cradled me gently as if to provide me some kind of relief from the intense sex, but I was far from complaining.
My arms fell behind my head, and my hands fumbled for something to clasp onto as he pulled my legs up on his hips better to start pumping into me again.
Gods, he looked incredible in this position.
The sunlight cut in through the windows and coated his bronze skin, making him glow the same way he did when we took our Elementals out the other day.
He was literally glittering, like a kaleidoscope, and his eyes illuminated the room with their intense and rich gold.
Every curve in his muscles held sweat he had worked up, so they glistened brightly.
I ran my fingertips over them, memorizing every ident in his body as if I’d never touch it again.
He laid across me, pulling my legs closed behind his back, before moving back to my ear. “Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Odysseus, I-…?” I gasped out, unable to find the words.
“Don’t tell me you’re at your limit?” he chuckled, though his hand still moved to pleasure me. I spasmed, as I was too close for that kind of touching, but he didn’t seem to care. “Make a mess all over me. Then we can take this to the showers.”
“Please stop talking…!” I groaned out, though in reality, I could listen to his dirty talk all day and night.
“Then do as you’re told,” he growled with a lustful nip to my bottom lip.
And I sure as fuck did.
I came so hard that I was basically convulsing, my body locked in a tightly wound arch as I rocked through the orgasm.
Odysseus leaned back so he could watch and help me through it, and once I was finally finished, I fell into the sheets, completely spent.
“Fuck… me…” I choked out, “that was amazing.”
“Fuck you? I can do that.”
“Wait, wait!”
“Nope, too late.” He truly didn’t give a damn about the mess I had made of us both and instead went back to thrusting into me as deeply as he could.
I threw my head back and clamped both hands on my mouth, letting out much-deserved screams into them that I simply could not hold back anymore.
This made him crack that stupid smile again and move even faster.