My hands trembled as I took my clothes off, one piece at a time. First I moved my t-shirt from where it was stretched down to expose my breasts, and pulled it over my head. Then I undid my bra, sliding it off to finally release my bare breasts from being pushed up and together by misplaced clothing. As I bent over to untie my shoelaces, my nipples brushed my thighs, their slight soreness reminding me of exactly what I'd agreed too. A shiver of arousal and slight fear ran up my spine. I pulled my shoes and socks off, one and a time, then stood up to remove my shorts.
"Turn around," Quinn ordered, sitting in the chair beside my bed, watching me nervously strip for him.
I did as he asked, undoing my shorts and shimmying them down my hips. Then I had to bend over to take them off, giving him an unobstructed view of my butt. I blushed as I did it, embarrassed to be exhibiting myself like this, even as it turned me on like crazy. I stepped out of them quickly, eager to stand back up so I could affect some semblance of modesty again.
"Stop," he growled. "Stay right where you are, and close your eyes."
I gasped, but did as I was told, freezing where I was, bent over with my backside pointing towards him. I expected him to make me wait for much-needed stimulation, feeling his eyes all over my barely-covered ass as I grew hungrier and hungrier for his touch. He didn't. He moved from the chair soundlessly, so I got absolutely no warning he was within touching distance. The first I knew he was there was when a finger slid all the way inside me, my panties pushed aside to allow it. I cried out in shock and delight at the width, length and slight roughness of the single digit now within me. I had dry-humped to orgasm twice in the last hour or so - once on top of him and once while he played with my breasts - so I wasn't just ready to have him inside me; I ached for him.
His finger stayed perfectly still within me as I waited for more, and while it felt great, one unmoving finger wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. I squeezed it tightly with my muscles, trying to make it feel bigger, longer, harder. I could feel his breath on my upturned ass and I wished with all my heart that he would bite me, or finger me, or both. My sex was achingly engorged, ready to be fucked so hard it would bruise my insides, but his finger was just resting there, tormenting me. As I dreamed of him taking me, I got wetter and wetter around his finger, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was literally dripping. I could 'hear' in his thoughts that he felt my body readying itself for him and loved the feel of my juices coating his finger, but he was careful not to think of what he was going to do to me next.
He withdrew his finger so quickly that I didn't feel it move, just felt the sudden emptiness it left behind. One finger wasn't nearly enough for me, but feeling it gone was unbearable torment. He left me just standing there for what felt like an eternity, but was probably really only a minute, my panties still pushed aside to expose my throbbing lips to the air. He blew across them a couple of times, making my muscles clench and my body tremble. Then, as suddenly as one finger was removed, two fingers were all the way inside me. I moaned loudly, welcoming him into me. I milked his fingers enthusiastically, taking whatever pleasure I could get from them, while the rest of me starved for his touch.
When he finally started moving his fingers a little while later, it was heaven. He expertly massaged all the right spots, pushing his fingers wide apart to stretch me open for him. I couldn't help moaning at the delightful sensations he was creating, and my hands quickly found their way to my breasts. Then his other hand adjusted my panties again, and all of a sudden... "Oh," I moaned loudly, as his hot, wet mouth latched onto my clit, sucking and licking. Making me wait first made everything feel so much more intense, and another wonderful climax started building within me immediately. The imprinting might distract me in training, but it also made it possible for me to come, and come, and come again, sometimes just because he asked me to. I sure liked that part of it.
Time moved so slowly when he made me wait, but as he touched me, it flew. My body gratefully soaked up whatever pleasure he offered, loving the way his fingers fucked and his mouth sucked me. He was thinking how great I tasted, greedily lapping up the steady flow of juices that trickled down onto my clit. His mouth drove me utterly mad and his fingers were making me tingle all over. I was getting close, and I could hear in his thoughts that he knew, but he wasn't going to give me permission to come. He had something else in mind; something he was sure would make me lose it and come when I wasn't 'allowed'. Before I could wonder what, a warm finger traced around my other opening. He was right; that would do it.
"Please," I begged. "I have to come. Please, please can I come? Please?"
"No," he growled against my clit, the vibration pushing me even closer to losing it. "Wait."
"Please," I whined. "Please... please."
He chuckled cruelly and went to work on me even more intensely, using every trick he knew to delight and torment me. My whole body felt warm and tingly, but I just held on, trying to do as he asked even as I begged and pleaded. He wasn't going to let me hold on though, I could feel that; he was already looking forward to 'punishing' me for coming without his permission. He slid a third finger into me and sucked a little harder on my clit, vibrating his tongue against it as he did. God, it was good. I wanted to scream. I wanted to let go and buck against his face. I wanted to come right that second. But I didn't, I just begged instead. He was impressed by my self-control; he had wondered if I could hold on through this, and was more than a little pleased that I could.
But then, he stopped tracing circles and pressed in gently, threatening to doubly penetrate me. I couldn't beg, could only sob that I wasn't allowed to climax. If he actually did this... before I could think about it, his finger was sliding just a little way into me, pushing me open, taking the one part of my body I hadn't yet given him. I was screaming my pleasure before I could stop myself, my climax white hot and amazing. I milked his fingers, ground against his face, pinched my own nipples, and almost fell over in a heap as I came and came.
I don't know how long I was out of it, but when I slowly returned to my senses, he was holding my hip firmly to keep me upright. He lapped up my juices as I trembled with wonderful aftershocks, still bent over with my ass in the air. Then he helped me stand, turning me around to kiss him so I could taste myself all over his face, my eyes still closed obediently. He held me close, pressing my almost-naked body against his fully-clothed one, reminding me that I was his willing, wet toy for the afternoon. He was so hard against my belly, all I could think about was getting that wonderful cock inside me, anywhere he wanted it.
"You came three times in those panties today," he whispered in my ear. "Take them off and give them to me, I want them as a souvenir." Then he took half a step backwards, giving me space to do just that.
I shivered as I slid my panties off my hips, crouching down to pick them up. I didn't have to open my eyes to know when my face was level with his cock; I felt the added surge of lust that ran through him when he saw me there. I leaned forward and nuzzled the fly of his jeans, pulling a pained groan from him as I did. It took him barely a second to decide he could delay everything else he had planned, so I could stay naked on my knees before him a while longer first. Then I stood up again, shyly holding onto my underwear as my mouth watered, anticipating what he would have me do next.
He took my panties from me and I heard him inhale deeply, then moan approvingly.
"Mmmm, these smell so great," he purred. "You're so wet, you soaked right through them."
"Wet for you," I murmured. "Wet for your cock."
"Later," he dismissed me. "You came without permission, so I'm gonna make you wait, and wait, and wait... Your pussy can just keep getting wetter, the only place you can have me right now is your mouth."
I was on my knees before he'd finished saying it, fumbling with his belt and then his button and then his zipper, finally getting his underwear out of the way so he could spring forth, bumping against my nose as he did. My hands groped blindly until I got hold of him, and then my mouth followed so I could suck him dry. I was surprised that he was covered in come already, until I remembered that when I bit him before, he literally came in his pants - although me writhing and moaning and humping him like crazy might've had something to do with it, too. I licked him all over, sucking every drop of his juices into my mouth.
I'd heard women think how awful their man's come tasted so many times, but he didn't taste bitter and acrid to me, like I'd 'heard' a man would, just salty and masculine. I briefly wondered why that was. Did shifters taste different to humans? (They sure tasted different to vampires.) Did my fairy blood give me a taste for body fluids, the same way vampires loved them? Had all the vampire blood I'd taken changed my tastes to be more like theirs? I realized I didn't care why he tasted good to me, I was just glad that he did.
The taste and feel of him in my mouth made me moan around him, and the vibration made him gasp. My hand worked up and down his length as I sucked him hard, swirling my tongue around his velvety head and playing with the little cord of flesh underneath. For once, my telepathy was a boon; I could feel exactly how amazing this was for him, and knowing how much I was pleasing him made me moan around him again, which made it even better for him. Wow, I thought. No wonder guys like this so much.
He wouldn't last long, I could tell, and I wanted to make him come faster than he ever had. My hand started crackling with energy, as I used my fairy pleasure trick to send sparks of wonderful sensation straight from his cock to his brain. He let out a hoarse roar as I did, and I felt how difficult it was for him, holding back so he didn't thrust into my mouth and hurt me.
I experimented to find exactly how deep he could go without making me gag, then wrapped my hand around him firmly so he could thrust no deeper. Then I pulled back and stopped moving, pushing his ass with my other hand to make him move instead. He resisted for a few seconds, but didn't have the willpower to say no to something he wanted so desperately.
"Look at me," he ordered. "Watch me fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Watch my face as I come right down your throat."
My eyes snapped open and I looked up at him obediently. What I saw turned me on far more than I expected. He towered over me, so huge I could only see his face by tilting my head right back, and he was still fully clothed while I knelt before him completely naked. It was the most submissive thing I'd ever done – far more submissive than letting vampires bend me over something and fuck me way too hard – and I found myself hoping he'd be rough. My spare hand slid between my legs. He tangled a hand in my hair and started fucking my hand and my mouth, while I sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body from where my fingertips gripped him tightly.
Anyone who saw us doing this might think it degrading and a little violent, but it wasn't. I knew why he wanted me to look at him now: he was watching my face carefully, alert for any sign he was hurting me. Each time he thrust into my mouth he forced his eyes to stay open so he could check that I wasn't gagging, even though he wanted so badly to close his eyes and drown in the wonderful sensations I was creating for him. He didn't look at me as a thing to be used; his face said he adored me all the more for trusting him to do this, and his thoughts were equal parts blissful and caring.
He only thrust roughly a few times before he slowed right down, doing everything he could to make this last. He was still only in my mouth maybe two minutes before he was right on the edge, holding on with the barest thread of self-control. I could've finished him off with my fairy trick, but I didn't want to. Instead, I sat back so I had to angle his cock downwards and stretch my neck right up to take him, then moved my hand right down to his base. I had heard in Amelia's thoughts a while ago that you could tame your gag reflex with the back of a toothbrush and after a couple weeks' practice, I was pretty sure I could relax my throat at will. I tried and sure enough, he slid in easily.
He stared down at me in awe as I moved my hand away and slowly took him in all the way, 'hearing' his astonishment quickly turn to overwhelming, uncontrollable pleasure. He quickly released my hair so he didn't tear it out by accident and rested his hand against my cheek instead, just before he roared and came deep in my throat. I slowly slid him back out again as he did, so I could taste him. The instant he was finished, before I was even done swallowing, he stumbled back into the chair, pulling me up into his lap as he did. His arms were tight around me and his face was buried in my hair.
"Oh, babe," he panted in my ear. "Oh, babe."
He was quickly coming down from his high, not entirely comfortable with what we'd just done; apparently, I wasn't the only one whose boundaries blurred and crumbled when we made love. He didn't think he was the kind of man who would enjoy 'making' a woman get on her knees and face-fucking her, but he had. I wanted to tell him I didn't think I was the sort of woman who'd enjoy doing it, but I just did. I knew that wouldn't make him feel any better though, so I just cuddled him, kissing him sweetly when he finally looked up enough that I could.
"I love you," he whispered, cradling my face in his huge hands as though it were the most precious thing he'd ever touched. "You know I love you, right?" His eyes searched my expression, trying to decipher how I felt about what we just did.
I just nodded and kissed him again, telling him with my lips that I was fine.
"So you're OK?" he asked, calmer now but still concerned about me.
"No," I pouted. "You said you were gonna fuck me all afternoon, but look, you're all soft and cuddly already. Darn men." I pretend-huffed, hoping he would take the not-so-subtle hint that I was still horny.
I moved to get up, as though I was about to walk away, but he wrapped his arms around me tighter and pulled me back to him.
"I'm not done with you yet," he growled in my ear, crushing my body against his. He held me to him for a few seconds, needing just a little more closeness before he could resume our game. But once he was ready, he added, "Go sit on the bed."
Then he released me, and I did as he asked immediately. When I sat down, he gestured for me to move forward until I sat right on the edge of the mattress. He stared at me for a few moments, his eyes working their way all over my body in a way that reminded me that I was completely naked, and he was still clothed. When I felt myself blushing again, he grinned at me.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, and I did. "Wider," he added, not happy until they were as far apart as they would go.
He looked me over a second time, and my body started aching for him again. He wasn't even touching me, just staring at me from across the room, and still he was turning me on like crazy. I couldn't understand how he could have that effect on me; I was so embarrassed to be displaying myself to him like this... and even more embarrassed that he could see how much it aroused me.
"Mmmm, really not done with you yet," he purred, sounding unbelievably naughty. "Close your eyes."
I did.
I didn't know what to expect next, and I found that oddly thrilling. Would he make me wait, sitting here craving his touch? Would he take me right away, deep inside me before I heard him move? I kept out of his mind, happy to be surprised.
An instant later, he was caressing me all over, stroking me so lightly I wasn't certain he was actually making contact with my skin, moving so quickly he could cover my whole body in barely three seconds. I let out a blissful sigh, delighted to finally have him touching me. He lay me down on my back, moved my arms above my head and wrapped each hand around the opposite wrist so I had to keep myself restrained, then kept on stroking me. His hands traveled everywhere except the places I wanted them most; my arms, legs, belly and shoulders got plenty of attention, but my breasts and mound went achingly untouched.
He broke contact with me for a couple of seconds, and then the mattress shifted under his weight. He moved my right leg to make room and then his warm body pressed against my side, skin to skin. I was so glad he had finally taken his clothes off; his hot naked body always felt incredible against mine, making us both tingle as fairy magic and shifter magic sparked together. I moaned and snuggled against him happily. He had me in a state where even gentle touches felt so intense I was shuddering and moaning with every one. I wondered how it would feel when he rolled on top of me and pressed his body down hard against my oh-so-sensitive skin? I was really looking forward to finding out.
He took hold of my right thigh and started thrusting against me, and I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder with each stroke. He was rubbing along the spot where my leg met my body, and soon his tip was teasing my fine blond curls.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered, his voice low and hoarse in my ear.
"Please fuck me," I whimpered. "Need you inside me... Want you so much it hurts. Please, now."
He kissed me long, hard and deep, showing his mastery of my body with a kiss that tingled all the way down to my toes. As I surrendered completely to his insistent mouth, his hands finally went where I wanted them most. He handled my breasts roughly, every pinch and tweak making muscles clench down low in my belly, so I felt even more desperate for him. Then his hand was between my legs, stroking and teasing my entrance, checking how ready I was and generally tormenting me.
"Mmmm, this is gonna be so great," he whispered in my ear. "You're so ready; dripping wet, hot and tight. God, I'm gonna love sliding into you, stretching you open so you can take all of me." He was talking dirty to turn me on even more and it was working; I was panting loudly in his ear. "It's great when you're insanely turned on like this... I could fuck you as hard as I want and you'd love it... or I could go really slow and see how many times I could make you come. Mmmm, the things I'm gonna do to you..."
"Please... please," I whimpered, over and over, as his talented fingers teased me, inside and out.
"Oh, I'm going to, just as soon as you do something for me."
"Anything," I promised, and I meant it; I was so turned on, I would do literally anything to get him inside me.
"Tell me about the dream you had this morning."
"But I don't remember it," I whimpered. I was close to tears at the thought he might stop, just because I couldn't remember some silly dream.
"It would be a shame to have to leave you un-fucked, just because you didn't tell me," he threatened, making me quake with fear at the thought of him leaving me needing him so much, then added, "so I'll refresh your memory." He twisted my left nipple absentmindedly, as though that were the price of telling me, and I moaned. "You fell asleep on top of me, and a few hours later, you started moaning my name in your sleep. And then you started saying 'yes' and 'please' a lot... and making those little sounds you make when you're really turned on."
So I had a sex dream, I thought. Big whoop. Could've been about anything. I'll just have to make something up to tell him.
"Then you started wriggling your ass in the air, like you were offering it to me," he continued, still whispering hoarsely in my ear. "You were lying right on top of me, whimpering and wriggling your beautiful ass... and then you said, right in my ear..." he paused dramatically, making me wait for the punch line, "you said, 'please, Eric.' Again. Quite the hard-on killer, don't you think?"
Oh, no. I knew exactly what I'd been dreaming about, and I sincerely hoped I hadn't said anything more. Dammit! Of all the silly little fantasies I'd ever entertained... He was waiting for a response, but I couldn't get a word out. My skin felt hot and flushed, and I caught in his mind that my excessive blushing confirmed his suspicions far better than any other response could.
He kept whispering in my ear, sounding almost feral. "The next thing you said was, 'both' and you were saying 'please' a lot, so I began wondering what you were dreaming about... especially when you started up with all those noises again, only louder. And then, right at the crescendo, you moaned my name, and then his... and then you let out this long, satisfied sigh and said, as clearly as if you were awake, 'I love you. I love both of you.' And then you started snoring really loudly, right in my ear."
If it was possible to die of embarrassment, I would've expired right that second. He knew exactly what I dreamed about, I was sure of it. Oh no, I thought, he's gonna be so mad at me.
"Tell me about your dream," he implored. "Tell me, or I'll stop touching you."
He shifted his weight as though he were about to pull away from me, and slid his fingers from where they were teasing my insides. I was mortified that he caught me dreaming about that, but the thought of him not touching me was so much worse.
"Threesome," I sputtered, "I was dreaming about a threesome. I'm so sorry, please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean it."
"Not mad," he growled, thrusting hard against my side and prodding my mound with his cock to prove it. "Not mad at all. Keep talking."
"Are you sure?" I wondered, stunned that he wasn't angry. "I was dreaming about someone else, and I know I shouldn't, and I'm -"
"No," he interrupted, sliding his fingers back inside me as possessively as he ever had, "you were dreaming about ME and someone else. You think I'm gonna mind anything you dream of doing with me? God, when you sound the way you did this morning... I had to leave the room so I didn't fuck you in your sleep." Even as his fingers drove me so crazy I could barely string thoughts together, let alone words, I could still 'hear' how unacceptable he thought that was, how amazed he was that he could want an unconscious woman at all. "Please, tell me what happened in your dream? Tell me all about it, every detail, and I'll give you exactly what you want. Please?"
He stilled his fingers and then gently withdrew them, ignoring my whimpered protests, so I'd stop making incoherent noises and start talking instead.
As he did, I realized that nothing between us was ever purely physical; not even when we did something slightly kinky like this. He was asking me to share my most private sexual thoughts, the same way he shared his simply by leaving his mind unshielded while we made love. Somehow, that turned me on even more.
"No, I..." I started to object, but found I didn't want to resist him. "It's my second-favorite fantasy, after the other one I showed you," I whispered. "I've always wondered what it would feel like, to have two men at once. I like thinking about it."
"Oh, I know," he growled in my ear, rolling on top of me. "I can smell how wet you get when you talk about it. You always come instantly, when I'm inside you and I touch you there... that's why, isn't it? You're thinking about another man fucking you at the same time, aren't you?"
"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely audible. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him to me. "Yes."
"But you've never done it?" He was really surprised that nobody I'd been with had shown me off to their friends that way; apparently, it was normal vamp behavior. Ew.
"No," I said firmly. I wasn't the kind to be passed around to anyone's friends, and I could 'hear' that he knew that.
"Have you ever wanted to?" he asked, sliding against my entrance.
"Yes," I breathed, completely surrendered to him. "I almost asked once..." I trailed off, not sure I could say this, even now.
"Tell me, babe. Please, tell me everything." His urgings were desperate, hungry, commanding... boy, did I want to give in to him.
"Well... I was on these pain meds that made me really talkative after I got shot, and Bill and Eric were both there, and they were posturing and bickering like they always do... and I know they do that because they both want me, and on drugs it seemed like the best way to stop them arguing was to let them both have me... and I almost said it... I almost asked. But I couldn't fuck Bill again, not ever, not after..." I paused. "Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think about what might've happened if I had... but I'd rather it was you, not Bill."
"Mmmm, yes please," he rumbled in my ear. "Threesomes are fantastic. You would like it so, so much, getting all that extra attention... Two pairs of hands sliding all over your body... a mouth wrapped around each of your nipples, sucking you just the way you like... two cocks to take, any way you want... and you would love being licked and fucked at the same time... god, if you ever want to try it, I am so there. When I think about being inside you while someone else gives you head, feeling your muscles tense around my cock as you get closer and closer..."
He made a desperate, incoherent sound as he lined himself up to take me, his mind awash with uncontrollable lust. He was thinking of the way my body shakes and shudders when he gets me off by sucking, licking and gently biting my clit, and imagining what it would be like to be inside me while I came that hard. It was incredible, sharing my most secret fantasies with my lover; driving each other wild talking about things we might try one day, if I was ever brave (read: slutty) enough to actually do them. I squeezed my legs around his waist even tighter, pulling him to me, desperate to swallow him whole, to take him inside me and make him mine, one more time.
"You've done that before?" I asked, surprised I actually liked that, simply because if we ever did try it, he would know exactly what to do.
"Yesss," he hissed, pushing all the way inside me slowly, then held still so I'd listen to him whispering seductively in my ear. "You thought just because I'm mated and madly in love with you, I'd renounce every kinky thing I've ever done and be happy with the missionary position in the dark, once a week on 'sex night'?" His voice was a threat of endless erotic torment and I trembled, delighted by his words. "You can't tame a tiger, babe, I'll always be just a little bit wild... but then you're not such a babe in the woods yourself, are you?"
"No," I grinned, happy someone finally saw that... and liked it. I shivered in arousal at the thought of what else he might like to do with me.
"Good," he kissed me again, letting me feel how much that thrilled and delighted him. "Now watch me fuck you."
I opened my eyes and stared up at his face, loving the adoring look he gave me, even as he started pistoning in and out of my hungry body. He took me slowly but so, so hard, making me feel him as deeply as I ever had. I used my legs around his waist to help, pulling myself onto him with all the force I could muster, my eyes rolling back in my head each time he sunk into me. I was trembling in no time, cresting on a wave of pleasure that threatened to take me right over the edge at any moment. Then he stopped.
"Watch," he ordered, a strong hand sliding under my head to gently lift it up, making me look down our bodies to where we joined.
Then he started moving again, just as he did before... only now, I was staring at his sculpted muscles, studying the way his chest and stomach moved as he fucked me, the way his arms flexed to take his weight and support my head. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen, his body moving so sinuously, the ripple of muscles as he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. As I looked lower, he exaggerated his movements so I could watch him slide in and out of me. Adding such intense visual stimulation to the wonderful feelings he was creating within me was simply too much; I was immediately gasping and moaning and writhing and whimpering.
He released my head then, wanting to look into my eyes as I reached my peak. I loved that he enjoyed that so much; that seeing such intense pleasure written on my face thrilled him just as much as being inside me did. My eyes kept flicking down his body though, fascinated by his hard, flexing muscles. He pulled right back one last time, so I could watch as he slammed all the way into me in a single hard, smooth movement. Then I was there, screaming as my body practically convulsed beneath him, my climax so intense it felt like he had pulled me apart and put me back together again. He never let up for a second, pounding me so relentlessly that by the time I came down from my first peak, I was halfway to the second. But I needed more, so much more.
"There's gloves in the top drawer of my night stand," I whispered, "and lube."
I was glad I'd picked up that trick from Eric, using the same thin plastic gloves we used at work to handle food, so he could finger my ass as deeply as he liked without worrying about getting dirty; they even rolled up neatly inside themselves afterward, as though they had been made specifically for this purpose, and all their other uses were an afterthought.
"Mmmm, really not a babe in the woods," he purred, leaving me empty for barely a second as he retrieved what he needed.
As his fingers slowly pushed their way into my behind, I felt every bit of tension in my body release, opening myself to him completely. He knew what I liked to think about while he did this to me now, and this time, it was his hot mental images making me moan and squirm and squeeze him tight. He had taken my most secret fantasy and run with it, watching me shudder beneath him each time he thought up a new erotic vignette, delighted he could drive me so crazy with lust... and unlike my uninformed imaginings, his had all those little details that made them feel very, very real.
It was beyond incredible, to share something so deeply intimate. Neither of us ever wanted to share, and yet... a faceless stranger adding an extra body part to the mix, here and there, excited me so much he couldn't help but want it too. He let wild fantasy mix with something more real, showing me all the ways he could make little parts of my dreams come true, how he could give me the physical sensations of what I wanted so much, while keeping me all to himself. I loved every second of it.
As he filled my mind with the most decadent pleasures, my body was utterly full of him too, and that felt indescribably right. Even my mouth was full of his tongue, as his other hand tangled in my hair and he kissed me aggressively. He was as excited as I was, lust sizzling through his veins like fire. He kept moving at the exact same pace, though: slow, rough, relentless... He was determined to last until I was utterly spent, lying limp beneath him, deliciously sore and purring with contentment.
It took a long while, but he got me there.
I released my hands then, pressing my palms to the sides of his face so I could share my satisfaction with him. When he felt how much pleasure he had given me, he finally let himself finish, roaring like the tiger he was; a tiger who had just fucked the woman he loved into oblivion, claiming her as his own.
We clung together afterward, completely unable to let each other go.