Chapter 31 Rapture
Rapture
Only after his fingers had brought me to the verge of another orgasm did I feel Karim’s hot length at my pussy. One swift thrust and he slipped fully inside me from behind. We both groaned.
“Jasmine.” A shudder ran through his body, pressed against my back.
“Oh gosh.” The fullness. The stretch. He filled me utterly, and nothing had ever felt so right.
With his arm around my waist and his other hand holding my leg up, I was fully open and flush against him for each deep thrust that followed.
The slide of his thick cock in my pussy…
His soft bites along the side of my neck…
His hair brushing against my nipples… Our bodies fused into one… Karim possessed me completely.
“You wish to rob me of my control, temptress. First your tantalizing toes, then your taste in my mouth, now this unbelievable tightness… I will not let you tempt me into ending this so soon.”
So soon? I was already a whimpering, quivering mess, on the verge of coming all over his cock.
He was relentless, moving inhumanly fast and constantly changing the angle until he found the best one, my primitive cries a dead giveaway.
The breathtaking thrust of his powerful hips hit my sweet spot with unerring precision.
There were no missed targets with Karim.
And this time, I could tell the end would be more explosive than–
I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, devastating in its pleasure.
Holy freaking moly. What had Karim done to me? No one else could ever compare.
Through the haze, I felt him withdraw from me before my rippling pussy could trigger his climax. The amount of control he had over his body was unbelievable. He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder while my heart was still pumping like mad.
“My flower, you’re so responsive. I barely touch you, and you melt so sweetly.”
“Barely touch me?” I couldn’t even manage a laugh as I lay on my back.
“The more of your taste I take, the more I crave.” He stole a kiss. “And I know just the way I wish to take you next.”
“Karim.” I couldn’t take any more of his passion, and yet I felt my treacherous body responding like a flower turning toward the sun.
“I know you’re more sensitive than before. I’m at my limit as well, and I might be too rough if I take you like this.” His eyes locked with mine. “Will you move for me, Jasmine? I want to watch you as you find rapture.”
I pushed up into a sitting position. “I want to watch you, too.”
And just like that, he lay before me. Hair spilled on the grass around his magnificent body, eyes drinking me in as I moved to straddle his hips. The predator who had devoured me so skillfully was now at my mercy. This, I realized, was exactly how I wanted to take him myself.
“Have you not done this before?” he asked when I hesitated once in position.
I smiled shyly. “I haven’t. Will you let me know if I’m doing something wrong?”
His mischievous smile made a return. “I’ll say hmh for asi and I’ll whimper for asi, asi.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He would be whimpering from pleasure like me soon, I’d show him.
My hand went around his cock and rubbed the glistening head against my entrance. Again and again, never letting him past my entrance.
I giggled at his subsequent growl, but decided not to torture him further. I panted as I guided his pulsing length to my pussy.
“Oh!” He went so much deeper from this position, and felt so much bigger. I loved it. “You’re impossible.”
“You are.” His voice shook as his hands dug into my hips possessively. He was close now, and he couldn’t hide it. “So perfect. Made for me.”
I put my hands on his chest for balance; my fingers skimmed over his nipples, eliciting a groan. Feeling empowered, I began rocking my hips. I moved slowly at first to test the ground and also give my body time to adjust. Then I sped up.
I watched him as I moved, and he watched me back.
His hands traced the ample curves of my body and the swell of my breasts almost like worship.
His touches, in combination with the feel of him sliding in and out of me and the emotions written on his face, were overloading my senses, making it difficult to maintain my pace.
More practice is needed. The thought made me grin.
“Temptress,” he groaned when he saw that smile, and pulled me down into a torrid kiss.
The movement of my hips faltered as I gave his tongue the access it demanded.
That slowing down cost me. I found myself pinned to his chest by his arms, wrapped like steel bars around my waist. Then he was sawing in and out of me at a speed no human man could match.
Drawing mewling cries from me as my clit rubbed against him at every move from this new angle.
My fingers dug into his hard pecs, making him growl. His lips sought mine again, all the while he kept pushing both of us toward the promised rapture.
This was a male who took everything he wanted but also gave everything in return. He was the one I had been dreaming of since as long as I could remember. Someone I could get lost in and not want to find my way back.
I watched, ensnared, how his face went blissful as he erupted with a shout. That intimate sight, his hot release filling me to the brink–I was coming again before I knew it.
I collapsed on top of him with a languid smile. I felt well-loved and as utterly spent as he’d promised to leave me after we’d shared our very first kiss.
There were no empty promises with Karim.