13. Sensory Deprivation #2
I take a shaky breath and lick my lips, trying to assess how likely I am to panic if they keep rising.
The darkness around me feels like light pressure.
The sensation is so bizarre because I can feel it, but at the same time, I feel nothing.
I sink my hand slowly down into the shadow and wave it around, but I can’t see it.
Seth runs a finger down my side, and I gasp.
My eyes dart to his in question, as if to make sure it’s really him, even though I know we’re the only ones here.
But not being able to see what’s happening somehow disconnects me from expectation, and I feel breathless at the realization.
His hand suddenly presses hot against my chilled skin as he traces a line of heated desire down my stomach toward my core.
“It’s like sensory deprivation. Ev-everything heightened…” Seth's words come out raspy, and the sheer need in them makes me clench around nothing.
My pupils dilate as his hand cups my sex, and he slides a finger through my soaked folds to circle my clit.
Moaning against the onslaught of bliss and the sudden ache in my nipples, I blink down to realize they've formed stiff peaks.
My head falls back as I grind on his hand and whisper frantically, “Yes. Do it. Please!”
Seth growls, and the primal edge to his tone sends shivers cascading over my body as his shadows quickly overtake us. Just as my vision cuts off, he sinks a finger into my heat, and I keen.
My body suddenly feels light, as if floating, and my head spins as I acclimate to this new, total darkness.
I would normally panic at how exposed I feel, but the throbbing need coursing through me and Seth’s skilled fingers sinking in and out of my heat as he circles my clit with his thumb have every ounce of my attention.
Carefully, I lift my head and turn my face searching for him.
His lips press against my cheek softly before he nuzzles my neck and sucks my skin into his hot mouth.
His cock is grinding into my side, slick against my skin from his pre-cum. The electrical current under my skin is equal parts calmed and agitated by the sensory deprivation, almost as if it’s abandoning my flesh to permeate the air.
Seth trails kisses down to my breasts, and my core flutters lightly as he pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I cry out, ready to crash over the mounting wall of pleasure, but just before I find release, he pulls his hand away.
My indignant gasp fills the void, and I open my mouth to hiss at him as his deep voice rasps, “Be good for me, love.”
Shivers rush through me at the decadence of his voice, and as he trails kisses down my stomach, I bite my lip and decide to keep silent. I may not be used to giving up control quite like this, but I’m not fucking stupid either.
After what feels like ages, but is really probably only a few minutes, Seth’s mouth hovers just above my cunt. I can feel the heat of his ragged breaths against my dripping flesh, and I whine, wordlessly begging him to do something.
My anticipation heightens because I can’t sense him move; only feel the subtle change in his breathing against my slick before his long tongue is licking a path from my entrance to my clit, and I moan at the rush of sensation.
He doesn’t give me any time to recover, though, as he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth and swirls his tongue.
Convulsions rock through me, and I feel a shot of panic as my knees give out, but I don’t fall.
I can’t see how I’m being suspended; only feel a slight squeeze around my body, but without the pressure of anything solid.
The only actual contact with anything, as I float in the air, is the mouth working me over expertly, which only makes each lick and suck feel that much more intense.
The cord of my desire pulls taut as feathering sensations flutter throughout my core, and it clenches around nothing.
My subconscious whines with the need to be filled, as I moan with mounting pleasure.
Just as my release overtakes me, Seth sinks two fingers deep into my heat and curls them up just right, twisting to put pressure on that soft bundle of nerves that makes my breath hitch.
White spots dance in my vision, like fireflies in the pitch-black night of shadow, and I scream as release barrels through me.
But Seth’s not done, and as he works his tongue over my sensitive clit fast enough to give off a vibrating rhythm, he flutters his fingers, drawing out my orgasm as I thrash around in his shadows from the force of it.
I’m not sure if my vision is going black or if the white spots are just dissipating, but as I twitch with aftershocks, I feel Seth withdraw his fingers and mouth.
There’s a moment of nothingness before he settles over me.
I want to ask him how we’re suspended like this, but all thought vacates as the slippery tip of his cock slides through my drenched, swollen pussy.
He stops at my entrance, and I feel his arms shaking around me as his chest swells and falls with heavy breaths.
“Is this okay?” His voice is velvet and gravel all at once, and I nod helplessly, my body feeling so heavy but so light at the same time. He groans, “Love, I-I need you…to say it.”
“Yes, please!” I might normally cringe at the desperation in my voice, but as I feel him slowly inch inside me, I decide I really don’t give a fuck as long as he keeps going. I knew he was big, but the stretch takes me by surprise and he stops immediately when I gasp.
Quickly locking my legs around him so that he can’t escape, I whisper, “Don’t stop, please.”
He grunts as I rock my hips, pushing him an inch further.
I can feel the bumps and bars of bone lining his length as they rub my inner walls, and the feeling of them makes me even more eager to have him inside me.
At my encouragement, he rocks gently a couple of times before he sinks deep, all the way to his knot swells.
Seth groans brokenly and curses, and I feel a shudder run down his spine as he sucks in a harsh breath.
“Fuck, Ryn—ngyh—gods, you feel so…” he pulls out slowly as he whispers into my neck, and then slams back in, “fucking good!”
My eyes roll back in my head, and I cry out as he begins a steady rhythm.
Instinctively, my legs slacken and fall open wider as my body turns to putty and I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
I’ve had the pleasure of coming around quite a few different types of monster cock in my life, but somehow none of those (very pleasurable) experiences came close to this.
I’m not sure if it’s just his cock, or the sensory deprivation, but my gods, I’m fucked.
Ruined. I might as well be some simpering virgin. In fact, I'm pretty sure I’m drooling.
“Mmm, you take—ughn—my cock so well,” Seth’s voice wraps around my consciousness, which feels almost like it’s floating alongside me outside of my body. His bone-like studs massage my channel and make me convulse as they catch on my G-spot with each pass.
My eyes cross, and I'm mumbling something to him, but I doubt it’s coherent at this point.
I can feel the cord of my desire pull over-taut as I rush toward a fucking soul-shattering orgasm.
Suddenly, there’s a finger circling my clit, and without any warning, I fall apart, my cunt pulsing and squeezing around his magic cock, soaking him with my release.
My ears are ringing as Seth’s voice rumbles, “Breathe, love. Please, can—fuck—can I put it all…all in?”
Cool tears stream down my cheeks as anxiety curls low in my stomach, mixing with the desire, “Y-yes.” It comes out as nothing more than a choked sob, but he hears it.
An almost wounded-sounding whine escapes him as he slows his pace and rocks into me, pushing in with more pressure carefully. His breaths saw out of him, my pulse races, and I mewl pathetically at the intensity of the stretch.
“B-breathe deep an-and bear down.” I do as he says, and he groans loudly. The sounds he makes—oh gods—the sounds he makes! “That's it, baby, good gir—” he ends on a grunt as his knot finally slips in with a pop!
“Oh—my…fuuuuck!” I croon and try to move back some, to give myself—I don’t know, I just feel so full. It’s maddening as much as it’s sinfully delicious.
Seth whimpers, and I gasp, my movement tugging and sending my still fluttering cunt into another tailspin orgasm.
My muscles are too tired to do much, but as my inner walls clamp down weakly, we both moan, and then whine in unison as his knot swells engorge.
It’s too much. Seth’s rapid breaths fan against the skin of my neck as he curls himself around me and holds me tight.
“You’re perfect. You’re—oohh—you’re doing so well.” I melt into his hold, which somehow tempers the overwhelming onslaught of sensation and feeling leaking into the darkness. “So fucking good.”
At least now I understand why they're called knot swells. I sigh and smile as I burrow into him. I’m not normally much of a post-coital cuddler, not like this anyway, but considering he’s beyond balls deep, I think this is almost necessary.
As our heartbeats slow, I hold on tighter, anchoring myself to him.
With each inhale of his delicious scent, my eyelids grow heavier, and my heart aches.
I’ve never felt so grounded, or vulnerable. Fuck.
Seth peppers little kisses wherever he can reach, and I try to act like my world didn’t just get turned on its axis.