10. Deep Space
DEEP SPACE
MITCHELL
Deep. She is so deep. And lodged so tight inside me. Her delicious ass pressing against my walls. People have been inside me before, so many of them. But that all feel inconsequential to her. Somehow she’s different. This is nothing like feeling her inside me now.
She’s awoken something in me, and gripping her like this, holding her, feeling her. I know I’m not going to hurt her. Some primitive urge inside me wants to keep feeling her squirm and wiggle and jerk her body tight inside me.
But I can’t hold her like this forever. I have to release her, I have to let her reach my climax.
I extend a trembling stalactite toward the hills of her backside, and gently press against her. The feel of her luscious cheeks dimpling beneath my touch. Her breasts pressing against my floor.
She grunts, and then gasps when I touch her, but she doesn’t move. I push a little harder and accidentally slip my staff between her thighs. She moans.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes. I’m great.” Her legs are starting to tremble.
I start to pull away, but she moans again and her thighs press together.
Her sounds make my rocks feel tight. I push forward again just an inch and her thighs make room for me.
From this angle I can move up her shorts.
Up her shorts and directly into her. Her own tiny, warm tunnel.
I start to move toward it. Pulled to her like gravity draws water downhill.
I need her. Being inside her, while she is inside me.
I push up, my sliding easily toward her, the warm wet channel.
Her tender body bucks forward at my touch and I feel myself soften.
I pull back again until I am just barely touching her.
She’s so warm, so malleable between my walls.
It would be so easy to take her in this position, to slip right into her.
I am trembling at the very thought of her around me.
But she bucks, squirming and thrusting inside me, pushing herself against every part of me.
I can feel the power inside me changing as her body brushes against mine.
I know exactly what I need, now. I know what I need to become whole.
The only way I’m going to regain my control is to take her.
“Jo.” I whisper her name. “I think there’s only one way out of here.”
“Please.” She squirms again, sounding desperate and needy as she drags herself over me, and suddenly I understand, she wants me as desperately as I want her. “Please.”
“What do you want, Jo?” I press my rocky numb at her cave entrance.
“You. I need you.” She tilts her hips, trying to get more of me inside her. The beautiful way she squirms only presses more of her against me.
“What part of you needs me? Where do you need me?” If I had a face, I would smile. The sound of her asking for me, pleading for me. I need just a little bit more of that.
“I need it. More. Please. I need you. I need you inside me.” She swallows hard. “I need you in my pussy.”
I thrust deep into her.