"Spent"
Chapter Sixty-two
By darthelwig
***I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Long, slender legs wrapped around his hips, smooth shoulders marked with his love bites, hardened nipples brushing against the vibranium plates of his chest, and husky moans echoing in the kitchen with every thrust of his hips driving his cock deeper into her. She shuddered against him as she came, body clenching and fluttering around his length, driving him insane with need. He buried himself inside of her, held himself there as she came down from her high.
He took the brief respite as a chance to wrap his lips around her nipples, laving one and then the other with his tongue before sucking them hard, biting gently, enough to make her gasp and twitch, enough for her to feel it through the pleasure. He made love to her breasts, sending her straight into another orgasm, or perhaps simply extending the first. He could know for sure if he wanted to, could use his synthezoid abilities to measure her physical responses, but in this moment he was just a man making love to his woman, needing nothing more than to feel her come on his cock until she simply couldn't anymore.
He dragged his teeth over her neck as he began to move again, the obscene sounds of their coupling the sweetest music. She was so tight around him, but he moved easily within her, she was so wet. It painted her inner thighs, coated his cock, dripped onto the counter beneath her. Lost in lust, she opened her legs wider, and he hooked his arms under them for support as he began to pound her roughly. His furious pace had her entire body bouncing, her long neck exposed, head thrown back, long hair falling in loose curls. She was wild, wanton, perfect.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase. He growled as he fucked her harder, harder than a normal man ever could, just hard enough to hurt. He gritted his teeth as he sought that perfect spot between pain and harming her. She was molten on his cock, coming apart again, and this time he followed her, feeling his release from head to toe. He barely heard his own voice join hers as he lost himself in the feeling, all his senses focused on their joining.
Cathartic tears painted her cheeks as she leaned on him, running her hands along the muscles of his back. He caressed her in return, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his palms. He threaded his fingers through her hair as she shuddered against him, pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Again," he said.
"I can't," she whispered, and he tipped her chin up with a finger, gazed into her eyes, measuring her.
"You can," he replied. He was still hard inside of her, still ached for more, and he rocked his hips against her. She whimpered and clutched at him. Worry fluttered in his chest but she moaned, pressed her forehead to his shoulder and met his rhythm. He was gentle this time as he set the pace. Leisurely, savoring the sensation of her pussy wrapped around him, he held her close. Fingers trailed over her back, her shoulders, her thighs. He fucked her slowly, with shallow thrusts. Their bodies moved together, a familiar rhythm he never tired of.
"So beautiful," he whispered into her hair, against her ear. "So perfect." His words had her spasming on his cock, so close to another orgasm, and he reached between them to rub her neglected clit. Her reaction was instantaneous. She bucked her hips, sinking him impossibly deep inside of her as she came.
Stars burst behind his eyes as she dragged him with her over the edge. He caught himself on the counter as he nearly collapsed on top of her, pressed his forehead to her sternum as he throbbed and pulsed inside of her, orgasm ripping through his entire being.
She tipped his chin up, forced his eyes to focus on her through his pleasure.
"More," she said breathlessly, and he began to move.