Slowly.
Veryslowly.
Excruciatinglyslowly.
He’s giving every millimetre of my vagina the attention it’s craving, and I delight in the delicious stretch as his substantial girth opens me up, bit by bit.
I let out a long, low breath as I feel him seat himself deep inside me, all the way to his hilt.
He echoes my moan of satisfaction, then just as slowly, starts to pull out of me again.
I gasp in rapture as the head of his cock reaches the entrance to my pussy, then pushes firmly back in again, just an inch or two. He repeats this shallow back and forth motion a few times, driving me wild with the sensation of being entered over and over again with just the tip of his cock.
Then just when I think I’m going to go wild with the need to be fucked, he pushes into me hard and fast, taking himself all the way inside and hitting me deep. I rock forward with the motion, having to stabilise my hands against the wall to take the force of the thrust.
Then again, he pulls out slowly, pauses, then repeats his deep thrust.
He’s taunting me, in the best way he knows.
And I’m in ecstasy.
Then something seems to break inside him and he starts to pound into me, slamming me hard, taking me completely, so all I can do is take it. Take his thrusts and every good thing he’s giving me.
It’s fast and intense and utterly enthralling.
I’m being fucked hard and I’m loving every second of it.
This is my release from everything that’s been going around and around my head for the last few days. It’s freeing and empowering and orgasmic.
And that’s when I come.
Hard.
Harder than I have in a very long time.
Waves of ecstasy rush over me and I totally lose control of my voice, letting out a low, animalistic cry that I’m weirdly only semi-aware of. Lights flash behind my eyes and then all I can hear is the rush of my pleasure, like a waterfall inside my head.
I’m acutely aware that I don’t care aboutanythingin that moment.
Nothing.
At. All.
In my heightened, insular state I’m only vaguely aware that Kit’s still pounding into me, then letting out a low, guttural groan of his own as he comes inside me, his body shuddering its release.
And then there’s nothing for a while.
Just silence and peace and calm.
After a minute or so – can it only be that? – I start to come around. It’s a bit like I’m waking up from a dream, the after-effects of my frenzy still lingering in the hollows of my mind.
Kit draws himself out of me and I push away from the wall and stumble over to his bed. Flopping down onto it, I roll over so I’m lying flat on my back, looking towards where he’s still standing, staring back at me.
Widening my eyes, I give him a lopsided, awestruck smile.
He lets out a snort of amusement, then walks round to the other side of the bed and falls onto it next to me, turning to catch my eye.
‘Fuck,’ he says on a rush of breath.
