24 #3
“Sorry,” I toss hastily into my vocalised stream of consciousness, head flying back, only her other hand still on the back of it preventing me from knocking my lights out on the taalk. “Oh, that . . . Heaven, Wifey . . . Oh my god . . .”
Moving her right hand to join the other on my torso, she rolls her hips, making me move inside her. “God, you are thick, Tiger. You stretch me well.”
“Yeah?” I grin lazily, but that’s wiped right off my face as she rises and falls back down on me with no warning. “Oh fuck!” I yelp. “Ah—”
She sets a rhythm that I completely mess up as I attempt to match it after studying her movements avidly, thrusting my hips up all over the place.
I’m just trying to stay in that amazing silken glove of warmth, but she’s not having it as she barks, “Stay still and let me use you, whore,” while she reaches behind her and takes a firm grasp of my heavy balls.
I shriek out something somewhere between ecstasy and pain.
“Yes! Yes, Ezzy!” I agree hastily, but it’s increasingly difficult.
The pleasure is insurmountable, and I want to work to give her some in return.
And I just can’t freakin’ stay still when she’s riding me like a horse.
I’m too energised, my body too needy and demanding and desperate for all of her.
I can’t get myself to be good. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be from my fantasies about this moment where I’d imagined her exactly like this, with me gazing up at her in awe while she takes everything she deserves.
I’m just too overloaded from all of this, all the excitement, and it has me moving about desperately beneath her even after I tried so hard to stay still.
But Ezzy doesn’t get annoyed at me or order me to stop again. No. Her hands finds my biceps, nails digging in as she flips us, and she says, “Fuck me like you mean it, then, Tiger. I will make you my slave another time. I sense you are too wired, and it pleases me to know you are so excitable—”
I kiss her without coordination but with all my gratitude and joy, swallowing the rest of her words along with her spicy-sweet taste.
Eyes squeezed closed to absorb all the new sensations, I thrust my hips forwards as I would into my hand when I’m alone and my cock’s misbehaving because of her, moaning unendingly into her mouth.
Her hands find and squeeze my shoulders, and I moan louder.
And I can feel her, not just that head-spinning friction from her channel, but her bliss through the bond, her need that matches mine.
It has the head of my cock growing increasingly sensitive, almost painfully so, the shaft beating in time with my erratic heart.
I only pull my lips away when I take note of the wooziness in my head, realising I’m about to pass out and that she would too if I didn’t let her breathe.
It gives me room to spew out my next horde of thoughts all begging to break free as I pump and pump and pump into her without pause: “Ah, ah, oh god, oh fuck, holy . . . So, so tight . . . Is it— Am I doing good? . . . Ohhhh, fuuuuck, you’re clenching around me.
That means it’s good, right? Does it feel as amazing for you as it does for me? ”
“Yes,” she pants out, and my muscles bulge beneath her touch as her hold moves to my back, arms wrapping around me. FYI, it’s not on purpose this time—Wifey just has that effect on me. “Yes, you are perfect, Puppy. Keep going, Tiger. I am close.”
Excitement ping-pongs through me, whacking into every cell and ramping up my energy even higher.
“You are?” I pant out, facial expression morphing to reflect my rapture, and I up the pace of my thrusts, which I actually think I’ve got into some sort of pattern now, before planting a hand beside her head and bringing my other down between us to frantically rub at her clit.
I’m not too sure I’m even doing it right, but Ez seems to like it, so I bite my lip, brows furrowing as I concentrate on that little nub and my thrusting hips with all my might.
She moans for me, and my body burns hotter and hotter with each one she gifts me.
Clawing at my back, I’m sure she’s almost there, and her pleasure and mine crash together in the bond, subsequently heightening each other’s.
I can’t tell whose is whose, I can only feel and grunt and thank her and please her.
“Ez, Ez, Ez— Ngh, fuck,” I choke out when she spasms around me, and I feel a tightening and coiling sensation in my groin that I’ve never felt the likes of before, not this intensely.
“Please cum for me. Please,” I beg almost frenetically, needing to push her over the edge before me.
I need to be good for her. “P-please,” I get out around a gasp as I feel myself right there, and my thumb on her bundle of nerves trembles in time with the rest of me as I keep moving my hips into her.
Ezla’s mouth drops open as her face contorts into that devastating expression of euphoria, and the sight alone tosses me off that cliff with her as she spasms around me.
“Ezla!” I cry out in time with her own hoarse sound, heart thrashing around wildly inside my chest, my thrusts completely losing any uniformity.
Water splashes as I have to move my hand from her clit to stabilise myself and it finds the shallow pool on our right from the heavy shower spray beating down on the taalk, and I have no idea which way’s up or down as unimaginable pleasure overtakes me fully.
I register myself filling her up, the warmth of us mixing together as I spill inside her, and I can only moan her name again and again mindlessly.
Soaking hair burying in her neck along with my flushed face, I attempt to roll my hips, trying to make sure she feels every bit of pleasure possible, but the movements are jerky and jolty, as if I’ve lost full control of my body.
Nevertheless, I keep up my weakened actions until my fuzzed hearing picks up on the change in Ezla’s breathing pattern, and then I can’t hold myself up any longer.
Like a pancake, I splat on top of her.
Breathlessly, she curses. “You are heavy with all those muscles, Tiger.”
I can only groan helplessly.
Snorting out a laugh, her heart slams against my ear with every rapid beat, her chest rising and falling just as fast. Moaning, I spare enough energy to lick over her tastier-than-anything skin as she says, struggling to catch her breath, “I am going to be delightfully sore tomorrow.”
“You are? It was good?” I sigh dreamily, carrying on before she can answer, “It was so good for me. Oh my looooord. I didn’t know it would feel like that.
It’s like silk, but, like, with little .
. . little things.” A tendril of amusement at my poor description drifts through the bond.
“And it’s . . . Oh, Ezzy, it’s just so good.
So . . . so . . . snug. So you. You around me .
. .” My words are a half-groaned mumble, my eyes growing heavy.
“And you’re everything. Oh, I’m so lucky.
So . . . lucky to have you. Love . . . love you . . . with all of me.”
An uncharacteristically tender hand strokes over my drenched hair. “You are tired.”
A delightful shiver tickles my spine. “I am?” The two words are a low jumble.
“Exhausted.”
And I realise she’s right. Pretty sure I’m having an extreme adrenaline crash right now, but I’m not worried or upset. In fact, I couldn’t be happier. I’m fully content and satisfied, my body thoroughly satiated.
“Oh, yeah . . .” I whisper, letting my eyes fall closed as I nuzzle into her. “Rock me to sleep? You know, ‘cos I’m your baby?” I smile sleepily against her at my amazing joke.
Her scoff almost revives me, but I’m so, so tired all of a sudden.
I mean . . . to be fair, that was the most excitement I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Probably just need to reboot, and then we can go all over again, because that was an out-of-this-dimension experience.
Seriously—I think I glimpsed other galaxies.
The world around me starts to fade away then, and Ezzy’s velvet-sin notes reach me on a gentle breeze: “I will clean you up and get you to bed. Do you . . .” I hear an almost awkward clearing of her throat. “Would you like me to stay with you afterwards?”
A hum that I can only hope conveys my eagerness is all I manage before a soothing darkness and an Ezzy-filled dreamworld snatches me up with my body still comfortably enveloped by her heavenly warmth.