“Are you… sure?” she asked, lifting her gaze to look him in the eye.
“I am yours to do with as you wish,” he said. “Don’t hold back, wife. Take what you need.”
Taking a deep breath, she lifted up, walking on her knees to land just above him. Slowly, she lowered herself, feeling him below her but not inside of her. She rubbed herself against him and he closed his eyes, gasping and panting, his hips canting upward.
He likes it, she thought with surprise.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached between her legs, taking his member in hand, while watching his reaction closely. He made a low moaning sound, eyes closed, and didn’t seem to be suffering, so she clasped his member, squeezing slightly.
He jumped, hips bucking upward and groaned, his hands fisting as if he was stopping himself from reacting further.
She lifted up, rubbing his tip against herself, looking for her entrance. She pressed downward and he moaned and jerked, before his hand covered hers, guiding her gently lower. Finally, he was able to breach her.
Her eyes went wide as he went deeper, deeper than he’d ever gone before. She pressed down in curiosity, feeling him in her belly and wondering just how much deeper he could go.
“Oh…” she moaned, eyes closed, head thrown back.
This was more than she could ever have imagined. She had thought he’d possessed her before, but this was…
She had no words.
His big hands grasped her hips and then he was pulling out and slamming into her again.
“Oh…” she said, louder.
He did it again, and again and she moaned louder with each thrust. Remembering that she was supposed to be in control, she began to rise and fall with him, slamming down as he thrust upwards and then letting him go.
“Oh my,” she cried, feeling as if therewassuch a thing as too much pleasure.
“There you go, darling. That’s it. Say my name,” he growled, looking deep into her eyes.
“Silas,” she hissed, her mouth puckering and working as she bounced up and down on him, realizing she had the power to make herself feel whatever she wanted.
She could go faster or slower, deeper or shallow, swirl around, even, letting him touch all her walls and set them alight.
He was an instrument of her pleasure, a conduit to joy, a tool to be wielded that could whip her body into a frenzy of delight. She fell into it, going faster, harder, teeth clenched as she took pleasure from him with shameless abandon.
“I’m here to give you what you want. Take it, all of it,” he groaned.
She could hear his sounds of encouragement and his groans of enjoyment, but they were secondary to her own bliss.
She surrendered completely to it, letting it go on and on, almost disappointed when she realized her climax was at hand.
She did not want this to end. Still, her flesh began to contract, cleaving onto his in violent embrace before letting him go with complete relaxation. Again and again, she milked his pleasure asher own ebbed and flowed before bursting into a kaleidoscope of delight. She rode her own completion to a shore of repletion and bonelessness.
Collapsing onto his chest, all she could do was pant as her body tried to replenish all the lost energy it had dissipated in pursuit of happiness.
Her eyes closed, heart racing, muscles spent, and she knew there was no better feeling on earth or in heaven.
“I like leading,” she breathed.
He chuckled, his chest rising and falling beneath her in tandem with hers, flesh gleaming with sweat.
She ran her hands down his chest, just enjoying his hardness, so different from her own giving softness.
His hands went around her back, holding her close.
“Go to sleep, darling. I’ve got you,” he whispered, and she obeyed, slipping off into the arms of Morpheus between one moment and the next.
