That sentimental feeling—I would call it sappy, but it felt so real and so sincere—only furthered the speed at which he pushed me closer and closer to climax. I ran my hands over his head, squeezing my nails in as my legs squeezed around him. LeCharles stopped for nothing. He didn’t even come up for breath once. I swore I had never seen or felt a man so determined in oral than right now.
And then, within the span of just seconds, far quicker than it normally happened, I went from realizing I was at the point of no return to actually climaxing.
Holy fuck!
My mind just went blank as all of my body rushed and pulsed with the warm waves of orgasm. I was not Rose so much as I was just one with LeCharles in this epic feeling of climax. Fuck, fuck... I had no further words for it. I didn’t even think I wanted to form words for it. It felt like forming words... Oh, God.
Finally, I pushed him back, laughing at the ecstasy of the lingering feeling. A full body massage for an hour couldn’t compare to what I was feeling right now.
“Jesus,” I said. “Where did you get so good?”
LeCharles chuckled sheepishly as if he worried the question was a trap. It wasn’t. It was just said in awe.
“I just... I just wanted to pay you back,” he said. “For giving this a shot.”
Oh, I couldn’t believe him—and I meant that in the best way possible.
I pulled him forward into a kiss and helped remove his jeans. I reached down with my hands and felt his rock-solid cock, just waiting to come inside of me.
“I don’t have—”
“Don’t,” I said. “You’re the one I want. Whatever happens, happens.”
It was my way of saying I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him with me forever. And I wanted him by my side for whatever happened.
“You sure?” he said.
Yes, I was a little caught up in the moment. Yes, I was driven a little bit by physical lust.
But, yes, yes.
“Come on,” I said, kissing him. “Make me come again.”
“Well, in that case.”
We both laughed, my laugh cutting off into something of a half-moan as LeCharles entered me and filled me. His thrusts started slow and in control as he kissed my lips furiously and passionately. Whenever my lips weren’t on his, I was gasping for air at how he could seem to fill me, quite literally getting balls deep. I couldn’t exactly say I’d forgotten his size and girth, but there was only so much one could remember of a feeling.
So, in some ways, yeah, it was like having it all over again.
I had meant my line about making me come again as a lighthearted joke, but actually, LeCharles did just that before we even changed to another position. There was just something about how he was angled on me and how he filled me that left my hips clenching, and my body quivering as another orgasm rolled right over me. Fuck, was he good.
“What do you want?” I said as I came down from the orgasm.
“What do you mean?” he said, slowing down. “I want you.”
I shook my head.
“I mean what do you want to come with,” I said. “You’ve gotten me twice. Least I can do is make you come once.”
“I suppose that’s a fair trade, huh?”
He pulled out and rolled me over.
“Stick your ass up. I’ll do it like this.”
I did as commanded. And then, with a grip strength I had forgotten, LeCharles grabbed my hips, put himself inside, and pounded away.
Of course, the pleasure of his dick in me was immense, but the part that was most pleasurable was just how forcefully he took control. It almost felt like when he was on top, he was being almost a little cautious, as if afraid that if he went too hard, he might do something I didn’t like. But whether empowered by the position or by the second orgasm, he grabbed me and went at me like he controlled everything about me.
