Finally I’m as deep as I can go, my hips pressed flush againsther ass. I hold there, my hands gripping her hips, my chest heaving.
“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice rough and strained. “Your pussy wrapped around my bare cock. Like you were made for me. Like you were designed to take me.”
“I was,” she breathes, pressing back against me, trying to get me deeper even though there’s nowhere left to go. “I was made for you. Please, Theo. Please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
I pull back slowly, feeling every inch of her drag against my sensitive skin, and then I slam back in hard enough to make her scream.
“Yes!” she screams as I thrust into her again. “Yes, Theo, yes, yes!”
“That’s it,” I groan, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto my cock with each stroke. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“I want all of you,” she moans, matching my rhythm, pressing back to meet every thrust. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
I start fucking her in earnest, all attempts at control abandoned. Hard, punishing strokes that rock her whole body forward, that make the couch scrape against the hardwood floor, that fill the cabin with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“This pussy is mine,” I growl, spanking her again, watching her ass jiggle from the impact. “Say it, Emma. Tell me who this little pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she sobs, her voice breaking. “It belongs to you. Only you.”
“That’s right.” I fist my hand in her hair and pull her head back, arching her spine, changing the angle so I can hit that spot deep inside her. “No other cock will ever touch this pussy. No other man will ever feel how tight and wet you get. This is mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes, yes, I’m yours, only yours?—“
“And my come is the only come that will ever fill you.” Ipound into her harder, chasing my own release, feeling hers building around me. “You’re going to take every drop. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” She’s sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body trembling beneath me. “I want it. I want your come so bad. Please, Theo, I need it?—“
I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Not even close. This primal, possessive need to claim her completely. To mark her inside and out. To bury myself so deep inside her that we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. To leave no doubt in either of our minds that she belongs to me. That I belong to her. That we belong to each other in some fundamental, unbreakable way that goes beyond words, beyond reason, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
Every thrust drives me deeper, buries me further inside her, and I can feel myself getting close. That familiar tightening at the base of my spine, that electric heat building in my balls, that desperate need for release. I can feel her getting close too. Her walls are fluttering around me, her moans are getting higher and more desperate, her whole body is trembling like she’s about to fly apart.
“Come,” I command, slamming into her hard. “Come on my cock right now.”
She shatters with a scream that echoes through the cabin, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses, squeezing my bare cock. The sensation of her coming around me with nothing between us, the wet heat of her orgasm coating my shaft, the way her walls milk me like they’re trying to pull the come right out of my body?—
I follow her over the edge and I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, spilling inside her in hot pulses, filling her up with my come just like I promised, pumping it into her.
“Fuck,” I groan against her shoulder, my hips still jerking uncontrollably.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, neither of us willing to break the connection. The fire has burned down to embers. Snow falls softly outside the windows. And I’m still inside the woman I love, my come warm inside her, our bodies tangled together on this couch in this cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Eventually I soften and slip out of her, and she makes a small sound. I watch, transfixed, as my come starts to leak out of her swollen pussy, dripping down her thigh.
I breathe. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs, weak and breathless, and collapses forward onto the couch. I follow her down, gathering her in my arms, pulling her back against my chest. We lie there tangled together, sweaty and satisfied, watching the snow fall through the window.
“You okay?” I murmur against her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“More than okay.” She snuggles deeper into my arms, completely boneless. “That was... I don’t even have words.”
“Good.” I tighten my arms around her, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch down over us. “Because I plan on doing that again. Multiple times. This weekend.”
She laughs, tilting her head back to look at me. “Promise?”
I kiss her softly, tenderly. “Promise.”
