Undone
Pressing his wrists above his head, them indented in the mattress, he grinned then groaned as I bit his shoulder lightly. His blissful pain was my ecstasy and made me tingle with anticipation, I growing slick between my thighs as the bite mark on his skin vanished and a hardness grew underneath me.
One movement and he and I would be one, but sometimes, the teasing was just as fun. Grinding my lower half on his member, leisurely back and forth, an unsatisfied, warning sound came from him as I continued to pin him down. His grimace changed to pure molten lust as I lowered my need to his, licking his jaw and tender part of his throat, finally placing my lips on his. Tongues meshed, and it was love and need at the same time, my handhold slipping as his hand found the back of my neck, anchoring him to me in urgency as he pulled me down.
Softly, he maneuvered us, turning me on my side so he was behind me, a position I was quite agreeable to. So hard against my backside, I reached around to stroke him in a steady rhythm, and harsh pants met my open mouth. Resting his head on my neck, I felt his eyelashes shudder close, and then he pulled my hand away.
His mouth returned with vengeance, harder and with a biting edge that forgot the previous sweetness. His hand was rough, two fingers immediately inside me with no buildup as he split my thighs apart, and I cried out, whimpering as fingers curled and pulsed in a way that made me want to explode instantly. He was relentless, one arm hooking up and under my waist to grab at the nearest breast to pinch and torment. Multi-talented, his other hand continued to pump as I crescendoed, only falling from the sky when his thumb stroked my clit with such force I shook and cried out. Black ran at the corners of my vision, but he did not stop, wave after wave shattering down my soul, and my hands threatening to break his arm if I did not mind myself.
Heartbeats in my eyes and a tingling that threatened to turn me numb, I begged for relief. His movement within me slowed, coming to a simmering halt and turning into an exit as he turned his attention to circling my apex once more, slowly and oh so cruelly.
"Dick," I whimpered shaking my head weekly. "I cannot."
He grinned against my sweaty forehead, placing a kiss so gently it seemed at odds with the roughness we just shared.
"I believe in you," he teased, that hunger in my belly simmering once more.
Taking in measured breaths, I decided two could play that game. Turning my head, my glazed expression begged for a kiss. He blessed me, raising his hand to cup my cheek. Taking advantage, I quickly placed my free hand behind me, grabbed his cock into position, and thrust my hips back. Dick hissed against my mouth, the sounds turning into groans as I continued to dip and sway.
He felt like he always did, like we fit together perfectly. It was excruciatingly tight, but it helped to build friction that never ceased. We belonged here. And X'hal demanded it, I was sure.
Now Dick bit down on my shoulder, more force and less in control than I, as to leave a more permanent mark as he grasped my hips and pushed so deep. I grasped the back of his neck, tugging on his thick hair as he continued to pound into me. Over and over until I did not exist on this plane, but in a dimension that had only one of us. A spiritual revival.
I let go, it already being so easy to get there because of my last climax, feeling the tightening of my core and around Dick, yelling into an abyss that had no echo. He followed suit, emptying into me, the bite drawing blood as he shuddered, then cried out in relief.
We lay in a heap, a tangle of limbs as Dicks hands continued to roam my body with his eyes closed, cheeks thoroughly red.
This kept up throughout the night, we never neglecting each other's needs and desires, the only thing forgotten being the crumpled-up tux and white dress on the floor as we moved forward as souls intertwined.