"Spent"
Chapter Fifty-Four
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
He's buried inside of her, the hot, wet, tight walls of her cunt like heaven wrapped around his aching cock. He's buried inside of her and he wants to stay there forever, welcomed and embraced by her body as she takes her pleasure. He's buried inside of her and he wants to come, wants to feel her fall apart in his arms as he does.
She rides him, rocking her body, keeping him deep and secure inside her as she grinds on his length. She is beautiful like this, she's beautiful always, but with breath and body trembling atop him, he is awed. This woman wants him, wants him to bring her pleasure and take her apart, trusts him to do it right. He doesn't deserve her, will never deserve the honor of being her lover and keeper of her heart, but he will strive to be that man for as long as she'll have him.
She whispers words of love, of lust, telling him how good he is making her feel in this blissful moment that he wishes would never end. He would stay joined with her forever if he could. She whispers and he aches, and he gives her his own words in return. He tells her how beautiful she is, how sexy and desirable, and what it feels like to fuck her, how she makes him feel. He feels her pulse around him as she absorbs his words
This is a position they've used a hundred times, and he has yet to tire of it. He doubts he ever will. Not when it allows him to see her face, watch her expressions as her pleasure builds, watch her lithe body as she moves against him, watch her take his cock and fuck herself just how they both want. He can watch her hair move over her shoulders, gather it in his fingers and watch her eyes darken with lust at the feel of him tugging on the silky strands. He can watch her full breasts bounce with every movement she makes, see her rosy nipples and wrap his lips around them when he wishes. He can caress the soft skin of her back and thighs, dig his fingers into the plushness of her ass and guide her. He can feel her breath on his skin, kiss her as thoroughly as he likes, and it feels like a meeting of hearts as well as bodies. It feels like melding.
He drags a hand over her chest, softly caressing one hardened nipple, cupping the fullness of her breast and brushing his thumb over the nub. She leans back to give him room, holds his shoulders for leverage, and he dips his head to suck on the delicate pulse point on her neck. The sounds she makes are more than arousing, they are maddening, and he can't help but squeeze her harder, flick her nipple more firmly as he drags tongue and teeth over her flesh, force more of those delicious noises from her body.
He doesn't expect to last long, not with her responsive and pliant on top of him, so he reaches lower, reaches between them to find her swollen clit. She jerks the moment he touches her there, jerks rough and hard against him and breaks, and he follows her over the edge into ecstasy.
Vision kisses her as she rides the wave of her orgasm down, kisses her greedily and hungrily. He has never eaten, will never hunger for food or suffer of thirst, but he knows he will end without this woman, and his body hungers for her. She kisses him back with passion, and he feels her own need in every press of her lips, every swipe of her tongue along his. He breathes her in, filling his lungs with her, with the scent of her skin and their sex, and he feels at home.