I pause, savoring the moment, because it’s likely it won’t last long. I want to soak up every sensation, from her soulful scent to the sound of her unsteady breathing, the slide of her soft skin to the vision of her blown-out pupils. “I wish my cock could taste you.”
“That’s the weirdest, hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She loops a leg around me and urges me inside her.
R’Hiza take me, her cunt is the tightest, wettest space I could imagine. I’m ruined for my own hand. And she ripples, squeezing me, milking out my frixing soul. I had no idea how close pleasure was to agony.
“You can move,” she says, stroking my chest as I brace my elbows so I don’t collapse on her.
“No. I can’t.” If I move, it’s over. If I move, I might lose this crystalline perfection forever.
“Please,” she begs, pushing her hips up against me, shattering my control.
I drive into her with an ugly grunt I wish I could take back, but it’s too late. She feels too good. Every thrust is too much and not enough at the same time, like mining for pleasure, chipping away at a mountain that threatens to crash down on me at any moment.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chants, fingers digging into my biceps hard enough for her tiny claws to break the skin. I hope they scar. As much as I long to mark her as mine, I long to be marked as hers, too. “You feel so good stretching me out. Fuck.”
“Is this right?” I ask, unable to stop myself from plunging in to the hilt and drawing back out again. “Is this good?”
“Y-yeah,” she stutters, breath gusting out when I sink into her again.
“Tell me how to make it better. Tell me how to make you come.”
“Push this leg up,” she says, moving into position. I thread my thumb beneath her knee and pin it to her chest, tipping her hips at a new angle, squeezing my cock mercilessly. When a strangled sound escapes me, she nods. “That’s the spot, can you feel it?”
I give another experimental thrust, and frix, I feel it. Her cunt clutches at me, and the position spreads her folds so her clit rubs at the base of my cock. Judging by the way her eyes roll back in her head, she feels it, too.
“Right there, don’t stop,” she whines.
I don’t stop, can’t stop. The quake has already occurred, the avalanche already begun, the momentum carrying us down a steep slope toward an inevitable end. All I can do is cling to her, carry her with me, so when we’re buried in the aftermath, it’s together.
In the midst of the overwhelming rush, it seems like time slows, letting me savor every moment. Every drag of my cock in and out of her accelerates her breath. Her wide eyes, fixed onmine, see to the center of me. I feel my pigment channels protest as I attempt to show her how grateful I am for this gift of her patience while I learn to please her. How hot I burn for her. It is futile. They collapse before they can fill.
“So close. I’m so close. Oh god, what are you doing to me?” Her fingers dig in deeper, pull me toward her, so I let more of my weight rest on her as I curve my body over hers.
“Fierce little queen,” I growl in her ear, enjoying the sting of her blunt little claws. “I’m making you mine.”
“Fuck,” she says, and then her head falls back. She twists beneath me, writhing and shaking as her pleasure overwhelms her. Her cunt pulses around me, and its silken grip sends me to greet the goddess. Somehow, there’s still seed to spill, and I’m proud as any champion in the pits when I fill her with my spend.
She feels so good, I keep thrusting even after she’s milked every drop from me. I bask in her softness and warmth, in our mingled scents, in the heavy, satisfied drape of her limbs around me. I would stay like this forever if I could.
“Okay.” She laughs softly, tapping my arm. “Okay. I know I said don’t stop, but you can stop now.”
“I don’t want to.” I push into her again, although my cock has softened a little, so some of my seed leaks out around my shaft. “Why can’t I do this forever?”
“My leg’s getting a cramp,” she says, giggling. I release it immediately, and she relaxes with a sigh. Her cunt changes shape again with her new posture, and I can’t help plunging into her, enjoying the fresh sensation. She arches and squeaks. “Nik! Take a break.”
“I don’t need a break,” I assure her. “I’m not sure I have seed left, but I have stamina.”
“Ineed a break, though.”
“You don’t have to do anything. I will do it all. Anything you want, I’ll give. Let me worship you,” I beg, folding her in my arms like she might try and escape. “I don’t want it to end.”
“It’s not ending. I just need a minute to recover. I’m a little too sensitive to enjoy all the attention right now.”
Oh. Frix. She’s not enjoying it as much as I am. I roll off her onto my side and cup my hand between her legs, holding her without pressing into her tender flesh. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I feel this way because you did good,” she says, a smile in her voice. “I’m officially impressed.”
Chapter 22
