Chapter 15 #4
She’s panting, her chest heaving, her breasts swaying with every thrust, and I can’t look away, can’t stop the need to claim every inch of her.
My hand slides between us, my thumb finding her clit, swollen and slick, and I rub in tight circles. I watch her face as her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting in a silent cry. She’s so responsive, her pussy clenching tighter around me, and I groan, the sound rough and raw.
I angle my hips, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her jerk, her moans turning to whimpers, high and desperate. Her nails scrape down my back, leaving trails of fire, and I hiss, the pain blending with the pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge.
I thrust harder, my rhythm wild now, the couch creaking under us as I pound into her, my cock slamming into her slick heat.
She’s trembling, her body shaking with every thrust, and I can feel her tightening, her orgasm building, her walls fluttering around me like a heartbeat. I rub her clit faster, my thumb pressing harder, and she cries out, her hips bucking wildly, chasing the pleasure I’m giving her.
Her breasts bounce, her nipples hard and red, and I lean down, sucking one into my mouth, my tongue swirling, my teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. Her pussy grips me so tight I see stars.
She’s close, so fucking close, and I want her to shatter, want to feel her come undone around me. I thrust deeper, my cock driving into her with a force that shakes her whole body, and she moans, loud and broken, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling hard.
The sting sends a jolt through me, and I growl, my lips vibrating against her nipple as I suck harder, my thumb relentless on her clit.
Her pussy pulses, hot and wet, and I can feel the tension coiling in her, ready to snap.
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her again and again, each thrust a shock of pleasure that makes her gasp, her body trembling under me.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her pussy convulsing around my cock, milking me with every pulse. She cries out, a raw, desperate sound that echoes in the room, her essence gushing, coating my cock, dripping down her thighs.
The sensation is too much, her walls gripping me so tight it’s almost painful, and I’m growling, my thrusts erratic as I chase my own release.
She’s still trembling, her body shaking with aftershocks, and I don’t stop. I grab her hips, lifting her slightly, and pound into her, my cock slamming into her slick heat with a force that jars us both.
Her pussy is still pulsing, and I’m losing it, my control gone, my body driven by pure need. The pressure in my balls is unbearable, tight and aching, and I thrust harder, faster, the rhythm wild and relentless.
Her moans are constant now, soft and desperate, and she’s gripping me, her walls fluttering, pulling me deeper with every stroke. I lean down, my lips finding hers, kissing her hard, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
The pleasure builds, hot and blinding, and I’m growling, my breath ragged, my cock throbbing inside her.
I thrust deep, one last time, and my release hits. A low roar tears from my throat as my cock pulses, spilling into her, hot and thick, filling her with my warmth. The sensation is overwhelming, ripping through me like a storm.
I keep thrusting, slow and deep, drawing it out, my body trembling with the intensity. Her pussy clenches around me, milking every drop, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips, bruising, possessive, as I ride out the pleasure, my cock still pulsing inside her.
She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps, her body slick with sweat and her own essence.
I collapse over her, my weight heavy, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
Her hands slide over my back, tracing the sweat-slicked skin, lingering on the raven tattoo, her touch soft but claiming.
I feel her heartbeat under my chest, fast and steady, and it grounds me, pulls me back from the edge of the fire we just burned through.
Her pussy is still warm, still pulsing faintly around me, and I stay there, buried inside her, not ready to let go of the connection, the raw intimacy of this moment.
I lift my head, my eyes finding hers, and there’s something there—trust, desire, a fierce tenderness that makes my chest ache. She’s flushed, her lips red and swollen, her hair a wild mess across the couch, and she’s never been more beautiful.
I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her lips, and she melts into me, her fingers curling in my hair, holding me close. The kiss lingers, grounding us both, and I feel her body relax beneath me, sated but still alive with the afterglow of what we’ve done.
I pull out gently, my cock slick with her, and the loss of her warmth makes me groan softly. Her thighs are slick, her essence glistening in the low light, and I can’t help but look, my cock twitching at the sight of her, marked by me, claimed by me.
She shifts, her body curling toward mine, and I pull her close, my arm wrapping around her waist, her head resting against my chest. I press my forehead to hers, my breath still rough.
The scent of her—lavender and sex—fills my lungs, and I hold her tight, my hand stroking her hair, anchoring us in this moment, in the quiet that follows the storm.