Chapter 45 Chapter 44

Chapter 45 Chapter 44
The damp, rhythmic sound fills the room. I lean in once more, my mouth almost touching hers.
"And to think," I whisper, breathless, "all I needed to shut you up were two fingers."
Before she can answer, I slide my fingers out, leaving her empty and gasping for a second. She lets out a sound of protest, but I don't give her time. I lower my head until my hot breath is the only thing touching her skin. My lips are a few inches from her clit, swollen and throbbing. I let the tip of my tongue pass over it once, slowly. She shudders beneath me, her legs trembling.
And then I sucked.
Firm, with the right pressure, covering that entire point with my mouth. It was enough to wrench a muffled scream from her, her hands burying themselves in my hair, simultaneously pulling and begging for more. I showed no mercy. I used my tongue in quick circles, then switched to a back-and-forth rhythm, feeling her body begin to tense, the loss of control announcing itself in every louder moan, in every contraction of her thigh muscles against my shoulder.
My tongue slides down, and a warm gush of her flavor—salty, unique, hers—floods my senses. It's a taste that would addict a weaker man. A deep groan vibrates in my throat, and I bury my face in her, losing all notion of subtlety.
My hands grab her thighs, opening her wider, and I feel her muscles trembling against my skin. My tongue finds her throbbing clit and I trace quick, precise circles, the same rhythm my finger finds inside her.
"Don't... stop..." she pleads, breathless, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling.
And I have no intention of stopping.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I kneel between her open legs, just looking.
She is a mess. A beautiful mess. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin flushed. And her eyes... her eyes are glued to me, hazy with pleasure.
A wide smile spreads across my face. It's my favorite sight.
My hand slides down my own body, closing around myself. I'm so hard it almost hurts. I move slowly, looking at her while I do it, making it clear who the spectacle is now.
I position myself between her open legs, holding the base of my cock. I rub the already soaked head back and forth against her entrance, teasing, prolonging the anticipation as much as possible. The friction is deliciously cruel, and a low, hoarse grunt escapes my throat. She moans, a sound of pure frustration and desire, her hips trying to arch to pull me inside.
"Easy," I whisper, my voice a thread of control. "It's my turn to set the pace."
And then, finally, I give in. I push the head in, inch by agonizing inch, inside her. Tight. Hot. Wet. She is a fist of fire around me, and I need to stop for a second, eyes closed, just breathing, just feeling.
"Fuck..." I grunt, more to myself than to her. It's better than I could have imagined.
I open my eyes and meet hers, dark and completely focused on me. Then, with one slow, deep movement, I bury the rest of myself in her, until our bones meet.
I start with slow, deep movements, sinking into her to the hilt with every thrust. I let her feel every inch, every internal texture. My hips meet hers rhythmically, and I hold her waist, keeping her firmly against me.
Gradually, the pace quickens. Her breathless panting turns into short, cut-off moans, and the wet sound of our bodies merging becomes faster, louder. That tight heat around me grows even more intense.
My fingers dig harder into her hips, and I pull her against me with every pump, losing the control I was trying so hard to maintain. Sweat runs down my back. My muscles burn, my breathing grows more ragged. I feel my skin grow hot and a drop of sweat runs down my temple. The world reduces to that damp heat and the sight of her face, contorted in a mix of ecstasy and agony.
Slowly, I pull my cock out of her, a soft, wet sound marking the separation. A groan of protest echoes in her throat, but I hold her hips firmly.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I roll onto my back on the bed, pulling her with me. She settles on top of me, her knees beside my waist, and for a moment, we just look at each other.
She slides her hands over my chest, her eyes fixed on mine, and then, without hurry, begins to lower herself. She guides the head of my cock to her entrance, now so familiar, and pauses, leaving us both on the brink of delirium with anticipation.
"You're mine now," she says, her voice a whispered command.
And then, she sinks down. Slowly, consuming every inch, until there is no space left between us. A deep, trembling sigh escapes her lips, and her eyes close for a moment, as if she's savoring the sensation of having me completely inside her.
She begins to move, and it's a totally different thing.
It's not just up and down. It's a dance.

Her hips draw slow, lazy circles, making me rub inside her in a new, torturous way. Every grind, every contraction of her internal muscles is a squeeze that almost makes me lose control.
She begins to move, and it's no longer a dance, it's a ride.
Her hips make a slow circle, making me rub inside her in a way that almost hurts it feels so good. You can hear the wet sound of my dick going in and out, and she's so open I can see everything.
My hands grip her ass, trying to sink deeper.
It's the cue for her to lose control. The slow grinds turn into a brutal fuck. She starts bouncing on me with a force that makes the bed hit the wall. The sound of our bodies slapping together is nasty and pleasurable at the same time. Her head goes back, her hair stuck to her with sweat, and her breasts sway in a hypnotic rhythm.
I feel her getting even wetter, dripping onto my balls. Her hand goes down and rubs her clit with quick fingers.
I can't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna come..." I warn, my teeth clenched, feeling the heat rising.
She speeds up even more, her hips in a frantic rhythm, until she sinks down deep and screams, her whole body shaking, squeezing me from the inside. I bury myself to the hilt and spurt, spurt, spurt inside her, warm and endless, until I'm empty and soft.