Chapter Twenty Five #3
Her breath hitched, the first sign that the orgasm was already rolling through her.
I should have pushed down my jeans or at least undone the button, as the zipper pressed painfully against my cock, but I didn't want to stop now, not when I'd brought her close to the cusp.
No, her needs came first. I would satisfy her, then focus on my own pleasure.
I moved my fingers faster and then pressed my palm on her clit, gently at first. She moaned against my mouth, and I pressed even harder.
She exploded the next second. I kept one hand firmly on her ass, the other at her pussy, steadying her as she rode the wave of her climax.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, and I hoped she left a mark.
I belonged to this woman, and I wouldn't mind a reminder of that on my skin.
Kissing her while she came was exquisite. I felt the reverberations throughout my body. I moved my hand off her clit as she calmed down; she was sopping wet and still sensitive right now, and I didn't want to overpower her senses. Not when I still had so much in store for her.
She gasped, and I pulled my head back, watching her.
The contour of her mouth was completely red.
My cock twitched. She looked at me through hooded eyelids and smiled.
My hand was still in her panties, and she undid my jeans.
Then I took off all my clothes in a blur. I didn't want anything left between us.
She took care of her own bra. Usually, I’d demand for her to only take it off when I said so, but right now, I wanted her completely naked. We were standing behind the couch, and I intended to lay her down on it. But I lost my composure way before that.
What's happening to me? I'd never needed to be inside her quite as badly as now. My body needed the connection as much as it needed breathing.
I pumped my cock up and down while I kissed down her breasts.
Now that they spilled out of her bra, I couldn't hold back.
I wanted to kiss all the parts of her breasts that I hadn't before.
The bra had left red marks on her skin, and I traced them with my mouth.
Her nipples were completely hard. I drew the tip of my tongue around them; I knew her body, and right now, they were too sensitive for me to take them into my mouth.
Straightening up, I kissed down her temple while I pressed the tip of my cock against her clit. I needed her too much to move even a foot away from this spot, but I still wanted her to be comfortable.
"Get on the couch," I said.
She immediately did exactly that. I pulled her ass toward me and positioned my cock between her thighs.
I wasn't rubbing my tip against her clit anymore, just the length of my cock along her pussy.
I inhaled deeply, my breaths shaky. She was so wet.
She didn't need any foreplay anymore. And I couldn't stand not being inside her for one second longer.
I pushed in inch by inch, careful not to hurt or overwhelm her. She lowered herself farther toward the couch, bent her arms at the elbows, and put her palms one over the other, resting her head on her hands.
"Gabe, fuck," she whispered.
Yeah, I knew exactly what that "fuck" meant. She was overwhelmed.
I kept my hands on her hips, tilting her pelvis slightly forward.
"Gabe." Her voice shook.
I loved giving her more pleasure than she thought was possible. My muscles thrummed with tension. My entire body transformed, preparing itself to go over the edge, to give Diane everything I had. She squeezed me good on every thrust. She was getting tighter and tighter, and then her legs trembled.
Fuck! I was going to come at this rate, but I wanted her to succumb first. I stilled and then pulled out.
"No!" she cried.
I rubbed my cock along her pussy. I was still desperate for every morsel of contact, but this wouldn't take me over the edge.
"What are you—oh." Her voice faded as I brought my hand to her clit. I alternated between brushing my fingers over it and nudging it with the tip of my cock.
Her breaths quickened once more, and her entire body shook lightly.
She turned her head sideways. She'd closed her eyes and pressed her lips together too.
I knew she was going to tip over the edge before she even opened her mouth and cried out.
The second she called my name, I slid in and grunted hers in reply.
My muscles tightened even more as I fucked her relentlessly hard and then harder still.
Just when she came down from the cusp, I reached my own climax.
I braced both palms on the headrest to support myself or I was going to lose my balance any second now.
The sensations were so strong that my vision turned black.
For a few seconds, I didn't know where up and down were. I’d be hard-pressed to even remember my name right now.
Then slowly, everything came back, and I zeroed in on this insane pleasure. I rested my forehead on her shoulder blade, slowing my movements but not stopping.
Even though I'd given her all I had, I still needed this.