Chapter 15 #4
“I know you must be sore,” he whispered.
“And I know I just finished talking about using sex as a crutch. This isn’t that.
” He shook his head sharply, a lock of dark hair falling like a comma on his forehead.
“Though frankly I don’t know what the fuck it is.
It’s just that I need this right now, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I need this. I need you.”
Chloe watched him. She’d never seen such intensity in a human face before. It was as if he were able to see behind her eyes, walk around inside her brain.
She nodded, throat dry.
Mike let out his breath in a whoosh, wide back moving against her arms.
“Open for me.” The command was low, guttural.
She instinctively looked down, but all she saw was a broad chest, sharply defined pectorals covered with a thick brown pelt and part of his abdominal muscles.
“I’d put myself inside you, but I don’t want to move my hands. Open your thighs wider. Let me in.”
He lifted slightly higher and she saw his penis, so hard it looked waxen, so large it frightened her a little.
This was no time to be frightened, not even a little. Chloe felt she’d been frightened all her life, of things unseen, of things unsaid, of ghosts. She wasn’t going to be frightened now. Not with her man to love.
She shifted her legs, opened herself with one hand and grasped him with the other.
Mike let out a huff of air at the touch of her hand on him.
He was utterly still, his big hands around her head, staring intently into her eyes.
He didn’t move, hardly breathed. This powerful man was giving power to her.
And she wanted it. She wanted the power in him, she wanted him.
She pulled him down, positioned him at her opening, tilted her hips a little so he was already inside her. She lifted her head until her lips brushed his ear. “Now, Mike,” she whispered and bit his ear lobe lightly.
With a growl that came up from his belly and gave her goose bumps, he thrust inside her. He filled her completely, almost but not quite to the edge of pain. Almost immediately she could feel her inner muscles start to accommodate him.
“Are you okay?” Mike asked roughly. A drop of sweat fell down his chin onto her breast.
Chloe tugged at his back until he was completely settled on her, bearing his full weight. Her bones stretched a little but it felt wonderful. She lifted her legs, moved even further down his penis. He had to feel her welcome. Every cell in her body was smiling, just for him.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, grasping him even more tightly. “Love me, Mike.”
He did. He went slowly at first, slow measured thrusts, completely in control. He touched her everywhere, inside and out, tongue echoing his thrusts. Their mouths and their genitals were making wet, sucking noises, the noises of total intimacy.
Chloe let herself go utterly, muscles lax, like water, Mike’s thrusts like gentle oceans waves curling in toward shore, it felt like the very rhythm of life, on and on and on…
She was so relaxed, not thinking, just feeling, that the orgasm caught her entirely by surprise.
One moment she was enjoying the warmth in every cell of her body, verging into heat, enjoying the feel of Mike under her hands, against her chest and groin, feeling the rhythms of his thrusts… and then wham!
Her body shot into overdrive, just like that. From one second to the next.
No build-up, no increasing sense of warmth in her groin, no rising tension.
Just a sudden electric shock so huge she thought it would short her brain and then her body began convulsing.
Not just her vagina contracting in strong pulls, but her entire body convulsed, a prickling wash of heat suffusing her.
She jerked, feeling completely out of control, like a puppet on strings.
Instinctively, she clutched Mike harder because he was the only stable thing in this red-hot world turned upside down. Her eyes were closed but the insides of her lids turned red, as if a bomb had gone off into the room.
Chloe gasped and Mike muttered, “Yeah.” She was contracting hard around him, deep pulls of her vagina she could feel in her stomach while she went into free fall, holding tightly onto Mike because otherwise it felt like she could fall into some kind of abyss and never come out the other side.
Mike moved in her faster, harder, keeping the contractions going on and on.
For a while—and later she would have no concept of how long it lasted—Chloe lost all sense of self, all notions of her being separate from Mike.
For a while they were one organism, one body, moving tightly in unison, feeding pleasure to each other like a huge golden ball passing from one to the other.
“Oh God,” Mike breathed. His voice sounded slightly shocked and shaky. A shudder went through him and passed through her.
Finally, some sense of consciousness made its way back into her head, the contractions started slowing, she started coming back into herself when wham!
Mike started coming in huge hot jets she could feel against the walls of her vagina and she climaxed all over again, pulses of heat sparking through her entire body.
When it was over, she was completely wiped out.
Their bodies were covered in sweat. More his than hers, but still. She was wet around the groin, another his and her effort. They smelled, too—of sex. But it was an earthy, pleasing smell, the smell of two bodies who had just joined.
Mike’s head was buried next to hers in the pillow. She turned her head slightly but he kept his face planted in the pillow. He was breathing heavily, panting almost, that big barrel chest bellowing in and out. He didn’t move. He wasn’t getting off her, but he wasn’t looking at her either.
A thin track of wetness trickled down his cheek.
Another wave of tenderness washed through her, more powerful than the orgasm.
Mike had let himself go completely with her.
She had no idea how he made love ordinarily, but she couldn’t believe that the powerful thing they’d shared was something he could experience every night with a different sex partner. It just didn’t work that way.
He was as affected as she was, and it came on the heels of telling the story of his family’s slaughter and the terrible shame he’d carried around with him ever since.
He didn’t want to look at her. It was possible he couldn’t look at her.
That was fine. Chloe understood very well. His emotions were too much for him and she knew precisely how that felt. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, feeling the absolute strength of him, knowing that now he was as defenseless as a child.
She’d watch over him, protect his feelings. No one but her would ever know these vulnerabilities. She’d watch over them, too, guard them fiercely.
He’d protected her. By God, she would protect him.
Her hand ran through his hair, spiky with sweat and she cupped his head.
“Sleep my love,” she whispered. Mike’s breath left him in a whoosh that was taking some of his tension with it.
Chloe thought she would stand guard over him but her own exhaustion and stress caught up with her.
Inside of five minutes, she fell into a deep sleep with a ton of man on top of her.