Chapter 23 #2
The sea crashes around us, rushing and breaking beneath us, all around us. The world is otherwise silent but for the crash of the breakers, and the starshine and moonglow bathe Story's skin, giving her a burnished quicksilver glow as I thrust into her slowly, unhurriedly.
I palm her ass as I drive into her, and she cries out with each thrust, slamming back into me harder and harder, even though I never change my pace.
"Killy, please," she whispers. "Harder."
“No." I give her a slow, gentle thrust. "Just…like…this."
She wails as I bury deep, shuddering and shaking; she adjusts her weight to one hand and fingers her clit. I let go of her hair and grab onto both hips and pull her back into me as I slowly thrust.
"Fuck, Killy. I need it. Please. Fuck me harder."
"No," I insist. "Slow and gentle."
She shakes her head, growing desperate now. "Please!" she rears back into me, falls forward onto one elbow and fingers herself as the seawater surges just below her face and licks at the dangling tips of her loose, wild, curly blonde locks.
"Don't come yet," I tell her.
Her hand splashes down, and she’s shaking all over, panting. "I was…oh god, I was right there!"
"I know. But I'm not." I thrust in again, slowly, gently, pushing deeper and deeper, gripping her ass cheeks and opening her so I can fill her to the fucking brim. "And you don't get to come until I do, this time. I want us to come at the same time.”
"Then you'd better hurry up," she says, driving back into me. "Because I can't stop it for long."
I feel it boiling in my balls, but I hold it back, keep thrusting slowly. "Not gonna hurry this, baby. I'm gonna…oh fuck. I'm gonna take my time. I want…I want this to last for—for fucking ever."
She whines through gritted teeth. "Killy!
" She spasms backward, helplessly rearing into my thrusts, head hanging, hair spread across the star-silver water like spilled sunlight.
Faster and faster she sinks her big perfect ass backward, tight pussy taking my cock, rippling around me with wet, clenching heat.
"Please! Oh fuck, baby. I can't stop it. You feel too good."
She extends her arms forward and lengthens her torso, crying out as I drive in.
"Holy fucking god, your cock is hitting my G-spot." She slams backward, crushing herself onto me, reaches back and grabs her own ass cheek to pull it away so I can fuck deeper. "Please, Killy. I'm gonna explode. Please!"
"No,” I growl as I fight the urge to do what she’s begging for, instead forcing myself to ease in, slowly, gently, torturously, savoring each millimeter of wet, tight, slippery slide, until my balls smash against her skin and my cock aches and throbs. "Do not come yet."
She snarls like a trapped wildcat. "FUCK!" Her fingers dig into the sand as she clenches them, pushing herself backward. "Please, baby, please. I’m begging you—I need to come. I can't hold it any longer."
"Yes, you can." I rake my palms up her back, scratch my fingernails down her spine, grip a double handful of her big beautiful round ass.
"You're gonna wait for me, sweetheart. We're gonna come together, and it's gonna be…
oh fuck, you feel so goddamned incredible, Story. Jesus, your pussy is so tight."
"Your cock…oh god oh god." She twists to look at me over her shoulder, mouth open, eyes wide and brow furrowed. "I can't get enough of you."
"I want to fuck you just like this forever."
"Please?"
I can't fight it much longer—the boil of orgasm is a brutal heat and punishing desperation overwhelming every other thought and sensation within me, burning and aching and raging.
Story shudders, pushing back into me hard as I surge forward. "Killian, goddammit, please let me come."
"Not yet," I growl, pulling back slowly and feathering slow, shallow thrusts into her, barely enough to feel, just enough to tease. "Almost, baby. Wait for me."
She mewls, a desperate little sound of raw, ragged need as I keep pumping shallowly, barely splitting her pussy.
"I can't! I can't wait!" She shifts her weight again and touches her clit, flinching an involuntary backward thrust. "Oh-oh-ohhfuckohfuck, Killian.
I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. I can't stop it, baby.
I can't—I can't help it. I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I have to… oh fuck! I have to come!"
Her fingers fly over her clit, and I feel her tight, wet pussy squeezing tighter, flushing wet heat and rippling hard around my cock as her orgasm builds and builds.
She screams, then, and her pussy clamps down so hard it feels like her fist squeezing me, and I thrust through the slick silk vise with a loud, feral snarl.
"Fuck!” I groan, feeling her pussy gush her release, making the tight hot wetness even hotter, even tighter, even wetter, and now the dizzying ecstasy of being inside her is a glory beyond description, and my mind spirals out of my body in a weltering crashing glut of orgasmic chaos.
My body shudders, and I see white, and I grab her shoulder in one hand and smack her ass cheek with the other.
“God, I fucking love how you feel, taking me like this. So fucking sexy.” I smack her again. “I love this ass.”
"YES!" she wails. "Spank me, baby!"
I push deep, lean back, and spank her ass hard, one side and then the other, and she cries out with each smack, but they're shrieks of ecstasy—on the last spank, I withdraw until I’m almost out of her, smoothing the pinked and swollen skin with gentle soothing circles of my hands, once again thrusting so shallowly it's more of a tease than anything else.
"Killy!” she wails. "I'm coming, baby, please—please come with me. Please, right now. I need it—I need you."
She spasms again as a wave of climax shatters through her, and that is my undoing.
I pound into her, hard and without warning. She screams.
It's loud and guttural, as much snarl as scream. "KILLIAN!"
I can't form words as the white heat shatters me, can only give over to need, to release. I hear myself grunting and snarling like an enraged bear as I pound into her, hips cracking into her ass in a loud slapping rhythm, and now she’s crying out sharp wild shrieks of orgasm in time with my thrusts, and still the white heat boils inside me, pushing me to the edge of dissolution.
And then, finally, I come.
I grip her ass in both hands and squeeze as hard as I can, and I fuck her with total abandon, wild and crazed and rabid.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck! YES! YES!" she chants, lengthening her torso to push back into my maddened thrusting.
"Yes, Killy, yes! Fuck me harder! Don't stop!
Oh fuck, I'm coming with you! Oh my god! OhmygodohmygodohmyfuckingGOD!” The last word is shrieked so loud they very well may have heard it back on the compound.
Our united climax goes on forever—I lose myself in it, subsumed in the blinding sun-hot glow of our conjoined ecstasy, feeling my soul braid around hers until there's no telling where she ends and I begin.
"Story!" I gasp, her name a prayer on my lips. "Oh god, Story. God, I love you. God, I love you so fucking much."
My release pumps endlessly through me, each thrust ripping more and more out of me, each hot clench of her pussy around me soaking it up and demanding more, more, more.
How long?
Forever.
The sun rises and sets, maybe, as we fuck in the crashing sea, as we love each other to absolution, to completion.
My thrusts slow, eventually, gentling until I'm pressed against her ass, slumped over her as she shakes and shudders and sobs.
I withdraw from her slowly, reluctantly, and when I lose the cum-soaked heaven of her pussy, I groan and she whimpers.
I sag backward to sit on my heels, gasping, while Story crawls shakily out of the ocean on all fours and flops to her back, the surf lapping around her hips and waist, covering her up to her sex with each crashing surge.
I crawl after her and flop down next to her, and she immediately rolls into me, nesting on my chest.
We say nothing for a long, long time, just breathing in synch and staring up as the stars wheel overhead.
A star falls, streaking across the sky from horizon to horizon, and the moon is bigger than I've ever seen it in my life, and Story is soft and warm and mine.
“That was magical," she whispers, sounding as shaken as I feel. "I thought the first time was the best sex of my life. But that?" She shudders. "I'm gone. Done. Ruined.”
"You're fucking incredible, Story." I tip her chin up and dip down to kiss her. "No matter what I want or what I do, you always meet me where I am and take everything and make it that much more incredible."
"We're made for each other, my love," she whispers. "I'm yours, and you’re mine and we belong to each other. Now and forever."
The sea creeps up around us as the tide starts to roll in, and we just lay there, naked and sated and glutted in the afterglow, watching as the sky ombres from black to gray to pink and the stars fade, and maybe we sleep, maybe we don't.
I barely remember moving, but at some point we must have because I crack an eye open and find us in the bed with the door open and the sunrise painting the infinite folds of the restless sea pink and orange.
I fall back asleep
When I wake again, it’s to unexpected ecstasy.
I’m on my back and Story’s golden hair is spread across my belly and thighs and she’s going down on me, all wet hot mouth and slithering tongue and caressing hands, and I can only hold her head and groan, shocked and shaken, as she takes me to heaven and leaves me panting and shell-shocked.
And then she climbs up my body and kisses me, and I taste my cum on her breath and smell the sea salt on her hair and then she's moving again, sliding up my body, straddling my chest and then giving me her pussy, crouched above me with her hands braced on the wall and I pry her open with my thumbs and lick her clit until she weeps her release through several waves of slow, melting climax.
When she's back in the shelter of my arms, she sighs contentedly. “Thanks—I needed breakfast."