His face is hard and rugged, his body a broad, sculpted masterpiece. He demonstrates his power with every brutal thrust into me. Every time my petite frame slides away from the force of his thrust and he drags me back toward him.
I can feel him everywhere to the point I’m consumed whole. I’m shuddering as a second orgasm strikes and my pussy spasms.
Caelian growls in encouragement, feeling how my walls contract around him and slapping a huge hand to my backside.
The smack’s harsh. My flesh stings. Through the haze of my orgasm, I simply moan along and reach between my thighs. I’m so full, so stuffed with Caelian I almost can’t take it. I have to rub my clit to disappear into the pleasure.
Then I’m back, spinning in a wave of chemical bliss. Truly the most wonderful drug that exists, leaving my body taut and twitchy.
I’m flipped around before I recognize it’s happening. My hair tangled in my face, my heart skipping in my chest, I’m bent into another position. This time I’m a butterfly, seeing stars as the hulking beast that’s Caelian pummels into me by way of his powerful hips.
Caelian fucks me like it’s the first time he’s been granted the privilege, like he’s taking advantage of every second, every inch of my pussy. His heavy weight presses down on me and he licks at my skin. His teeth graze my flesh as he pumps harder and sinks deeper.
The passion’s never burned hotter between us. We’re panting, moving together, a blend of his brutality and my sensuality.
…until the room spins again and I find myself riding Caelian’s face.
I cry out as his coarse beard scratches at my inner thighs and my hips slide back and forth. My pussy glides over his face. Each strong, large masculine feature of his while his tongue flicks away.
“Yes, bella. Ride my face,” he grunts at the taste of me. “I want to drown in this fucking delicious pussy.”
I do as I’m told, shuddering at how his face feels buried between my legs.
Caelian sucks at me. He does things with his long, talented tongue I didn’t know were possible.
I’m so hot, I’m panting for air, sheened by sweat. I’m incapable of doing anything but moaning at how overwhelming it is.
Just when I’m a second away from coming, I’m twisted around. I’m turned over until my hands and feet are planted under me and I’m riding Caelian in a whole different way. His dick slides home into my gushing wet pussy and I’m a reversed cowgirl bouncing on top of him.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure. Too much heat.
He pulls me down too far and his dick goes too deep. Thick and throbbing, it hits the back of my pussy and sets off every nerve ending I have.
Tears spring to my eyes as I ride him to a third orgasm. My hips rock beyond my control, in a fast and furious motion that sends me straight into a shuddering, tingling explosion.
I lock up, my mouth agape, my head hanging back.
Caelian fists his large hand in my messy hair and thrusts his machine hips up into me. I’m balanced backward on him, my arms and legs shaking even as I’m supported and he pistons away.
It’s the final stage of our passionate production. I’m breathless and shaky, spent from back-to-back orgasms. Caelian’s a bomb that detonates with a fierce roar and finishing pumps of his hips. His release spills into me warm and fast, creating an even bigger mess than we already are.
No longer able to hold myself up, my limbs give out. I spin around and collapse on top of him, so shaky and limp I forget how to move.
Caelian’s hardly in better shape—he husks out deep, ragged breaths and seems content with letting me lay on his chest like a lazy cat. Eventually, he rolls me off him and finds my gaze wearing a rare, crooked grin.
“My ballerina takes my huge dick so well,” he says, kissing my damp neck.
I’m damp all over. Slick with sweat and his juices and mine.
We’ve truly made a mess of ourselves.
Which is why I return his smile and let out a small laugh.
“We almost broke your bed, Cael,” I mumble, curling an arm around his stomach… or as far as I can get with how broad he is and how petite I am.
He grabs my small hand within his, bringing it up to his left pectoral, where I can feel how out of sync his heartbeat is.
For a while we lay in companionable silence, cooling down from what’s transpired. Processing the fact that we’ve made up and are possibly over this rough patch in our marriage.
