Might as well see it through to the end.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock—barely. I feel it, hot and pulsating with desire, begging to go deep.
“I’ll come again,” I say.
“Hm. Like honey….”
Without hesitation, he spears me with his full length. I hold my breath, shocked by his gargantuan girth, then wrap my legs around his waist, eager to fuse with him—maybe forever.
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
“You’re even hotter on the inside, Astrid.”
I can’t even process another thought at this point.
I’m stretched beyond my wildest dreams as he fills me to the brim. The first thrust is purely exploratory.
I feel every glorious inch of this man go so deep, he may poke me in the stomach. The second thrust is more determined, our gazes locked as the final decision is made.
We’re both responsible for what comes next.
His left hand slips between us, while his right arm coils around my waist and pulls me closer. His fingers find me raw and ready for more, and the third thrust ignites a madness that can no longer be stopped.
“You were made for me,” he whispers and kisses me, while he teases my tender clit.
I can’t control my own body anymore.
He fucks me deep and hard, possessing my body and my soul as if I was, in fact, made precisely for this moment, for this unexpected and mind-blowing union.
I welcome him, and it feels so good, so right, so natural. I let go of everything in this moment as his fingers rub and circle and nudge me closer to yet another fall from the edge of the world.
“That’s a good girl,” Yuri says, his lips brushing against mine.
“Oh, yes…”
“Come for me, I can feel you.”
“I’m so close, Yuri.”
“You are…”
On and on, he consumes me. He pounds into me, harder and deeper and faster. The plane trembles, ever so slightly, but I don’t care anymore. It could crash right now, and I would die the happiest woman.
I whisper his name, over and over, holding on for dear life as he buries himself deep inside me.
The snap is almost unexpected.
The climax is all-consuming, and I writhe in his embrace as he drills me like a beast, emboldened by my response. My hips rise to meet him at every thrust, and he claims me, he takes me, he splits me in half.
“Yes,” he growls, my hot juices glazing his cock as he revels in the sensation.
He goes harder.
Harder, until he stiffens deep inside me. I feel it. The heat spreading through my core, the release coming in waves like a devastating wildfire.
We kiss, and it’s different.
Softer. Tender. Thankful, almost, as I fall apart in his strong arms.
