30. The Price Of Loyalty #3
She does and I carefully remove her nightgown.
I can hear her heart pound with anticipation and feel the heat of her skin everywhere I touch her.
And I touch her—every inch of her. It’s one of my life’s greatest pleasures.
Beautiful thighs, rounded hips, and perfect backside, curved waist. I touch all of it before taking her breasts into my hands—exquisitely shaped, heavy and full—and squeeze until a high-pitched gasp leaves her.
I lower my mouth to one of them and lap at the sensitive skin until she’s squirming on my lap.
And when I roll the nipple between my teeth she moans aloud and grinds against my throbbing erection in search of friction and release.
I move onto the next and suck harder and bite down to elicit the reaction I want.
She cries out and digs her nails into my shoulders as she holds on.
Sweat gathers on her skin and she grinds down harder, her now soaked panties rubbing against me and I think I’m going to finish right then and there.
Even through layers of fabric, the contact is delicious.
Being inside her is deliriously good but the friction alone is enough to make me come out of my skin.
Pinpricks of pleasure wash over me but I reposition her on my lap before it gets any further.
I hook a finger under the hem of her underwear and yank until the fabric rips and it joins her nightgown in a heap of fabric on the floor.
This time when I lift my hips, she doesn’t wait for instruction and undresses me eagerly. Dahlia takes the lead from here.
She grips me by the base but instead of sinking down on my cock, she glides the wet tip along the length of her sex, from apex to entrance.
I hiss at the contact and she rocks against me to create the friction she desires against her swollen clit.
She uses me for her pleasure and I sink back onto the pillows to watch.
Sweat begins to glisten on her forehead before she finally takes me inside her, inch by inch, and I dig my fingers into her waist to keep her from going too fast. Every time she does, it hurts more than it should and she has to be reminded to slow down.
Dahlia rolls her hips forward with eagerness and a wanton disregard for her own limits.
She takes the last of me too quickly and winces but powers through it, already dizzy and delirious with pleasure.
The room fills with the slick, intimate sound of flesh meeting flesh and I press my palm against her lower stomach and push forward to guide her.
Together, we find a rhythm and a pace and the pleasure builds and I think my whole body will drown in it.
“You are so beautiful.” I tell her, in a voice so quiet I think it must’ve been absorbed by the night. “You take it so well—every inch inside you brings me closer to paradise.”
My words spur her own and she picks up the pace. Faster and harder and her walls clench around me as she gets closer to release.
“A little higher for me—yes, just like that, good girl. Take it deeper, I want to feel you clenching around me.” I thrust my hips forward to meet her and my vision blurs.
Release is so close I can feel my chest quake with the effort to contain it.
Dahlia’s movements become more frantic than before and I can’t keep my thoughts straight.
My body begins to seize. Feeling the way she tightens around me, I sit up and take her into my arms before pulling out so I can catch my breath.
“Alex,” she groans in protest.
I thrust into her with urgency, desperation, bottoming out each time. Dahlia meets me but with far less coordination than before. She’s close.
I bite my way up her neck and lick the shell of her ear. “Don’t come yet.”
She whimpers in response. “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. Hold on a little longer.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “God, you feel so good. So perfect and tight around me. My wife’s beautiful, perfect—”
“Alex.” She chokes on a sob as I piston into her. “Oh God—I can’t!”
I slip one hand between us and caress her clit in tandem with the thrust of my hips.
“Come for me. I want to watch.”
She climaxes with a sob she buries in the crook of my neck. Heat scorches her skin and wetness coats her inner thighs. She pulses and convulses around me and just when she’s about to collapse form the exhaustion, I flip us over.
“I…” she can’t string together the words.
Where before was love making, I rut into her like a lust-driven mad man and she comes a final time. Euphoria builds and crescendos and spreads to my outer extremities. Climax rips through me with a harsh, ragged groan that sends a bolt of pleasure shivering down my spine as I finish inside her.
The sheets beneath us are soaked. For a moment, my whole body gives out and I can no longer support my own weight.
She wraps her arms around me when I collapse and attempt to catch my breath.
I feel the rapid beating of her heart against mine and attempt to get up but she locks her legs around my hips and keeps me in place.
he tries to catch his breath. Only a minute or so passes before he tries to get up but I lock my legs around his hips to keep him in place.
“I’m going to crush you,” I say.
“It’s fine,” She whispers, still out of breath. “It’ll be a happy death.”
Laughter bursts from my lips freely and Dahlia runs her fingers through my hair. Her caress is gentle and reverent and even in a moment as quiet and peaceful as this, a strange feeling washes over me that I can’t shake. One of insecurity and dread and the looming awareness of something ahead.
I wonder if I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make that feeling go away.