Chapter 6 #4
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with devastating force.
I scream Dom's name, my back arching completely off the mattress, my thighs clamping around his hand as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
My pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing wetness, as Dom works me through it, not letting up until I am sobbing with the intensity of it.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs, finally slowing his movements, easing me down from the peak. "Such a good girl, cumming so hard for me."
I lay trembling on the mattress, my body slick with sweat as my pussy is still pulsing with aftershocks. Dom removes his fingers slowly and brings them to my mouth.
"Taste yourself," he says. "Taste how sweet you are."
I open my mouth obediently, sucking his fingers clean, tasting my arousal mixed with the lingering sweetness of the lollipop. Dom watches me with dark, satisfied eyes.
"We're not done yet," he says, his voice promising more pleasure, more intensity. "That was just the beginning."
What the fuck?
He stands and removes all of his clothes.
His cock is mouthwatering. He’s thick, a perfect length, and cut.
A long vein pulses down the side of his shaft that my tongue wants to trace.
His eyes fixate on my tits. I’m a big breasted girl so there is plenty to feast on.
He lays on top of me and squeezes my tits hard before he moves down to my chest and uses his mouth, his thick tongue circling my nipple before he bites down just hard enough to make me cry out.
"Dom!"
"Say it again."
"Dom, please…I don’t know if I can take any more."
“You can.”
He switches to my other breast, his hand now sliding between my thighs, pressing against my swollen clit that’s beyond sensitive. Before I know it, he flips us over so that I’m straddling him and I can feel him at my entrance.
"Look at me," he commands.
I do as he tells me, meeting his eyes in the fairy-light glow, the want, the recognition of what we are to each other.
"You're fucking mine," he says.
"Yes, and you’re mine too," I say, with the very last ounce of energy I have.
He pulls me down onto him in one hard thrust and I cry out, my head falling back. He's big, the stretch is almost too much, but the burn feels amazing. It feels right.
"Fuck, Roxy," he moans, his voice strained and his grip on my hips bruising. "You feel so fucking tight and wet."
The exhaustion from before has now disappeared, and has been replaced with needing his cock, to feel him properly inside of me.
I start to move, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm.
His hands guide me, controlling me, and I let him.
I allow him to set the pace, let him take what he needs, because I need it too, this intensity, the rawness, and the complete absence of pretense.
One of his hands slides up to wrap around my throat, and he squeezes, enough to take my breath away but not too hard. It’s a claiming touch and the gesture sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yessss," I moan loudly, my hips uncontrollable as I chase my second release.
"You like when I'm rough with you?"
"Yes, fuck, yes."
He tightens his grip slightly and thrusts up into me harder, and I'm gone.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, pleasure crashing through me like a storm, more intense than the last one and I hear myself crying out his name.
He doesn't stop, he keeps fucking me through it, prolonging it, until I'm shaking and oversensitive and begging for… I don't even know what.
Then I feel him follow me over the edge, feel him pulse inside me as he cums, his hand tightening on my throat, his other hand leaving a mark on my hip.
After all the moans stop, we stay like that for what feels like hours, both of us breathing hard, tangled together in the soft glow of the lights.
Eventually he releases my throat, his hand sliding up to cup my face instead. His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, surprisingly gentle, and I lean into the touch.
"You okay?" he asks quietly.
"More than okay."
“We didn’t use a condom, but I’m good. I got tested not long ago and it’s been a while for me.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for years, and we used a protection, anyway, I’ve been on the pill since my teens.”
“I don’t want to know about other guys. Let’s pretend I was your first,” he says, and I chuckle.
“Okay, caveman.”
He smiles and pulls me down to kiss me, and this time it's slower. A kiss that solidifies our connection.
When we finally separate, I curl against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. Through the van's windows, I can see the sky starting to lighten. It’s not quite dawn yet, but it’s getting there. For now the world is still quiet, still ours.
"We should actually sleep," I murmur against his skin.
"Yeah, we should."
"Dom?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not leaving, right? In the morning, you're not…"
"No." His arms tighten around me. "I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to."
"I won't."
"Good."
I close my eyes, letting myself relax fully for the first time in hours. The adrenaline has finally faded, replaced by a bone-deep satisfaction and a sense of rightness.
I found him, or he found me. Either way, we found each other.
And I'm never letting go.