“Technically it would still be a death by your hands. I accept it.”
“Now I’m beginning to believe you’ve fallen to insanity. Do you hear yourself?”
He smiles a soft yet dazzling smile. It reaches his ocean eyes and lights his entire face. Mesmerizing. “If anything I’m a man who’s fallen in love. If that makes me insane, so be it.”
“Rico.” His name is a hushed sound, as if my heart has spoken for me. I caress his face preciously in my hands. “I love you, too.”
As our lips reunite the kiss isn’t rushed nor starving. It’s slow. Passionate. Tender and raw. Our tongues move together in soft strokes, never dominating the other. Our hands lazily explore each other.
One by one each article of his clothing hits the floor. The bedsheet slips from my body and I’m blanketed by his burning flesh.
Spreading my legs he positions himself between my thighs. He guides himself at my entrance and at a measured pace eases himself in so I feel every inch of him. By the time he’s seated to the hilt I’m panting and consumed by the flames of desire.
He inches out just as slow. And I watch the expression on his face as he watches himself fuck me. He’s never looked more vulnerable.
Then he hooks my leg over his shoulder, fully exposing me. When he thrusts back inside I feel him deeper than I ever have before. He hits that certain spot within me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure zings through me.
Every thrust feels as if he’s trying to cement a point. Every kiss feels as if he’s trying to convey all the love he has for me but can’t explain. And every touch feels like one of worship.
It’s too much and yet not enough.
Knowing my body already his hand slips between us and begins to play with my clit.
And that’s when I break.
My back bows and I cry out his name in pure ecstasy. He continues fucking me through the orgasm. He continues to play with my now overly sensitive clit. And it’s that little dose of pain from the sensitive bundle of nerves as his strokes become harder and quicker to have me feeling the crest of an orgasm again.
“Rico,” I whimper.
“You’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock.” His voice is strained.
“Please,” I whine. My nails scrape down his back. He hisses and deepens his thrust. Fuck, that feels magnificent.
“What does this pretty pussy need? Tell me.”
“I need. . .” My voice falls and morphs into a moan when his thrusts pick up to a brutal pace.
“Do you need it to hurt? Do you need to feel my cock stretching you until you feel as if I’m tearing you in two?” My walls flutter around him in response. “Fuck,” he draws out as my walls flutter around him. “You want me to abuse your pussy. You want to feel the ache for days.”
“Yes. Please,” I beg of him.
“Well then, time to fuck you properly.” I let out a carnal scream as he pistons in and out of me. My nails sink into his shoulder blade as I hold on for dear life. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched and raw. An ache blossoms at the brutality of his fucking but I’ve never been wetter. A heat unfurls in my abdomen as the tingling sensation runs down my spine. Everything begins to tighten which only makes him feel even more massive. And just when I’m about to come he encases my throat in his hand and squeezes to the point I can’t breathe.
Everything within me tightens to the point of pain. As if I’m going to snap. The pressure is undeniable. I feel like I’m going to explode. Break apart atom by atom and become one with the universe.
“I’ve never felt such perfection. So tight. So fucking wet. You’re strangling my cock, gazzella. My beautiful girl who likes to be utterly ruined.” I open my mouth in a silent scream. “Come for me,” he says as he simultaneously thrusts back inside and releases the hold on my throat.
My body breaks.
I come hard, my whole body experiencing the sweet sensation of release. It’s not soon before long he reaches his climax. He ruts inside me with shallow strokes as he finishes himself off, riding the crest of his orgasm.
He falls on top of me completely spent and boneless. The heavy weight of him is welcome against my slick skin. My legsdrop to my side and my hands barely hold onto his back. I feel just as deliciously exhausted as he does.
Lifting his head he gazes down at me with warm eyes. I smile back at him. “I think you’ve ruined me to the point I’m unable to walk.”
He chuckles. “Then I’ll carry you. If you allow me.”
I think of the time I didn’t want him carrying me at all. It’s been so long since then. That girl feels like a stranger to me now. And I don’t want to become reacquainted with her.
