She stared down between her legs, at his now darkened cock slowly sliding up and down between her, at the bead of cum forming on the top.
“More,” she moaned, and he bent over her, continuing to glide himself between her legs as he kissed her with claiming vigor. He released her lips with a ragged breath and pushed himself back up, looking down at her with awe, like she was everything he said and more.
His pants fell to his ankles before he lined himself up at her entrance.
Cahir glanced down between them, at his hard length throbbing against her, begging for entry. His chest heaved, with his pulse pounding visibly in his throat. His hooded gaze shifted back to hers, looking for her final approval.
“Please,” she pleaded, urging him on, hoping he wouldn’t cease. She bit down on her bottom lip.
He watched her mouth with a deep, hungry gaze, his pupils expanding with her permission. He slowly circled his cock around her entrance, emitting a moan at the feel of their bodies so close.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sed,” he whispered breathlessly, the words caressing her spine and making her shiver.
He slowly pushed himself in, just an inch, and she felt her body stretch around him, felt herself open to him willingly, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
“More,” Seda begged. “More,” she demanded.
Cahir leaned over and pressed his full lips into hers in a ragged, rushed kiss, like he was fighting against himself, and ever so slowly slid himself the rest of the way in. He remained seated, giving her time to adjust, then let out a rough growl. She lost herself in the feel of being filled by him, of feeling him everywhere around her.
Seda’s magic erupted from within, causing the room to glow with shimmering violet hues. This was everything, this was an explosion of freedom—her want, her body…her choice.
She felt him trembling against her as he pulled himself out andslowly pushed back in as pleasure tore through every fiber of her being.
“You’re so fuckingtight.” His voice cracked as he pulled back out with excruciating slowness.
“Faster, Cahir,” she demanded, grasping for his hips to guide him back in.
He hesitated, fighting against his restraint, his breathing labored. His movements slowly became more measured, and he slid back into her with firm thrusts. He reached down between their bodies, running a warm finger across her clit in agonizing circles. Each thrust of his thick cock matched the swirl of his finger.
“Are you okay?” he breathlessly asked as he slowed.
“Yes. Oh, gods,yes. Don’t stop.” She couldn’t control the moans that escaped as tightness began to build through each thrust that only deepened the pleasure every time. Her breathing began to stutter, and she moved her hips against his, feeling every inch of him, every hot stroke of the pleasure he gave to her.
Pulling back from her, he met her eyes with a hooded darkness that made her quiver. His gaze drifted downward where their bodies intertwined, moaning as he continued to not only seek his own rapture but also to gift her one in return.
The heat of her pleasure felt like it was cresting over her own mountain that she had set for herself, and she finally reached the peak, breathing ragged breaths through each stride to the top. She screamed his name as waves of her orgasm tore through her, alighting every nerve in her body. She refused to avert her gaze from his as every pulsating flare exploded, wanting to brand his image into this moment—forever.
She felt his muscles tighten as the rhythm of his movements grew in intensity. Matching his pace, she rocked her hips against his until he released a ragged, almost painful breath and groaned, telling her he loved her in a cracked voice that didn’t sound like his own.
For several heartbeats, and when their bodies finally stilled, he slowly pulled out and lay on the bed beside her, pulling her close and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.
This was everything she needed—sharing this moment, this feeling, this love—with him.
He whispered into her, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She turned and kissed his forehead. “Not. At. All.”
They lay there, staring into each other’s eyes, their hearts beating in sync as the tension slowly relaxed with each ragged breath.
“Forever, Seda. I’ll never be the same.” He pulled her face closer to his, kissing the tip of her nose and wrapping her soul in a comfort she didn’t know she needed until now.
He smirked, and she caught sight of the dimples that lit up his face. “We should get ready and go see the others downstairs.” He shifted off the bed. “Interested in a shower and that toothbrush now? I’ll head down there to say hello. I don’t want to wash this off me quite yet.”
His smile was devious as he winked at her, and she let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess.” She reached for the warmth of his hand, and he led her to the bathroom, where she kissed him goodbye, leaving her with a feeling of soreness deep inside. As she cleaned herself up for the journey ahead, the feeling of freedom and liberation washed over her.
Her body… her choice.
Seda walkedout of the bathroom wearing a towel and into the closet when Suza knocked on her door and waltzed in, barely giving Seda the chance to respond.
