“Yes, you can,” I tell her, coating the head of my dick in her arousal. “See, when I take your sight, you feel everythingmore. On a deeper level. And that connects us, little dove.”
My eyes nearly roll back with just the feeling of sliding through her soaking lips, and I notch myself at her entrance.
“The lesson is to slow down. Not to eat as a brute, but tosavor.” I grip her hip with one hand and let a little more wax roll above the cleft of her ass, just as I sheath myself inside her pussy with one fluid thrust.
The strangled moan that comes from Layla, mixed with the bliss of burying myself deep in her cunt, is the greatest type of euphoria.
“Ahhhh,fuck,” I groan as her walls contract around me so tight I see static.
I set the candle down on the coffee table, giving in. I grip her hips tight and stay deep inside her for a beat, almost losing my own breath as she adjusts to my size.
“In order to enable true connection, true ascension, we must use every sense to further the one true objective of our existence.” I’m fucking breathless as I slide out of her. “To fuck. Without shame.” I keep my eyes trained on where we’ve become one as she moans softly, her arms flexing as she claws at the carpet.
Fucking beautiful.
“To fuck without a sense of sin or concealment.” I thrust back into her deeply. And she whimpers. I wind my hand in her hair again and pull her up, her back to my front, and kiss her deeply while I slowly fuck her.
“It’s tantric. To fuck, purely for the pleasure of it and not to be afraid of doing whatever you need to achieve your high,” I whisper in her ear just before I nip tiny bites down the line of her jaw.
“Fuck me, Sean,” she whispers in a moan, and I’m a fucking goner.
I set a rhythmic pace, moving deeper, edging us, getting us both almost there, time and time again.
Bringing us both to the precipice then slowing, knowing when I finally let us both come it’s going to shatter any orgasm she’s ever felt and take hold of us both in a way neither of us has ever experienced. Because I’ve never fucked a woman beforewith any sort of feeling. I’ve never wanted to know the deepest parts of a woman’s soul the way I want to know Layla.
“Sean … please,pleaselet me come,” she begs sometime later as her legs shake and her hips rock back into me.
“No, little dove, not yet. You’re going to remember what it feels like to be properly fucked. My perfect little cock whore. My own special little toy,” I groan as I feel my balls tighten and my release lick at my spine again. It must be the third or fourth time I’ve been ready to come since I began. I pull out of her, needing a fucking break myself.
I lie back on the rug, turning her and guiding her down to straddle me. She’s still blindfolded, but inch by inch she sinks down on my cock, her hair falling over her shoulders.
“You’re too big like this …” she whimpers.
“No I’m not, you can take it.”
She sinks down a little more and shudders.
“Don’t tease me, little dove, slide that messy little cunt down on my cock or I’ll do it for you. Every inch.”
Her nails make little crescents in my chest as she slinks down inch by fucking mind-blowing inch until I’m fully rooted in her. I still, just enough to bring us both back down, then pull the blindfold from her eyes. She focuses, her eyes desperate for me, and we’re both covered in a veil of sweat with the hot and heavy air around us.
“You don’t come until I tell you …” I warn her, desperate to come myself.
Layla is boneless above me, rocking her hips, her hands pressed to my chest, whispering her begging words as I reach between us and pinch her clit. She’s wound so tightly, and every muscle is engaged as she tries to hold it together.
“Now you’re ready, little dove, when you get tothispoint. When I don’t even have to move to make you come.”
“I can’t anymore, Sean … I have to.”
Fuck, she’s dripping down the sides of my dick and I’m one shift of her hips away from unloading in her.
“Come for me then, Layla.” I grip her hips and look up at her, thrusting my hips just enough to give her what she needs.
“Yes …” she cries. “Sean!”
“Christ, I love the way you look at me when you come, like you know I belong to you …” I tell her as she cries out and her pussy strangles my cock. “Atta girl … give us what we both want.” Another thrust, another cry. “Ride me like my good girl. Letmycunt take every fucking drop I have to offer you.”
“Holy fuck, Sean!” she cries, her full and perfect tits bouncing. She chants my name like a prayer, mixed with some form ofplease, please, pleaseas she soaks my dick and pulls my own release from me with a force I’ve never felt before. This time, I have no choice—I come with her as I sit up and wrap my arms around her, thrusting deep and fast.
