“Fuck, you’re tight…” he whispered as I felt my body struggle to accommodate his invading presence. My head fell back and my nails dug into his sides.
He let out a groan full of some weird animal satisfaction.
Then he paused when he felt my breath catch and looked me in the eye to see if I was okay. I could feel my inner muscles burning, but I was perfectly alright. The last thing I wanted him to do was stop before I got mine.
“Still sure?” he asked hesitantly, and by way of response, I seized his mouth and kissed him emphatically, with passion and longing, and moved my body experimentally beneath him, trying to figure out what he liked.
I wanted to know whether he liked it slow and intense or wild and hard.
I had my doubts because Neil was pretty silent, rarely moaning or making any sound at all.
He let out a roar, however, when I moved more boldly, when I bit down on his shoulder or scraped my nails down his back.
I groped his ass, urging him to move faster, and got a particularly satisfying rough moan of approval for my trouble.
He was also trying to read my reactions to see how far he could go with me.
“Yes, like that… Don’t hold back…you’re magnificent,” I slurred, scraping my nails against his shoulders. He would have some pretty obvious marks the next morning. He began thrusting harder, angling himself so he hit my clit with each stroke. His powerful back contracted with each thrust of his hips.
And I worshipped him with my whole self, touched him with all the passion that I had, and whispered to him that I trusted him.
I trusted Neil as I’d never trusted anyone else before.
“I didn’t put a condom on,” he murmured, his strokes speeding up. I had noticed that as well as the fact that it appeared to be unusual. He always had a full pack of condoms in his room and on his person, so I figured he always used them.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” I managed to gasp out.
“But I didn’t ask you.” He paused. He was struggling to think clearly and looked at me in confusion. “I didn’t ask you. I got carried away, and that’s not like me. I always wear them with everyone except…” His pupils dilated. His thoughts raced away from the room, chasing some other woman.
Something had changed. Neil was closing in on himself again.
He remained suspended with his weight on his elbows. His hard cock was still inside me, still aroused, but the emotion wasn’t there anymore. I rubbed his shoulders reassuringly as he gasped for breath. Then I bucked up against him, feeling a stab of pleasure in the bottom of my stomach.
But Neil just continued staring seriously at me, lost in thought, no longer concerned about picking up where he’d left off.
I wasn’t going to be able to stand it much longer.
I couldn’t stay unaffected with his chest pressing down on me and my thighs compressing his hips.
“So now it’s not Kim but Selene that you’re allowing to rule you? You don’t have a choice, Neil. Either you fight your torments or you lose your mind.” I caressed his jaw, and he went stiff. I breathed in the smell of him that had mixed with my own and sucked in a breath when, in one decisive movement of his hips, he pushed himself back inside me. Slowly, he penetrated me fully, squeezing his eyes shut to drink in my moan of pleasure. Then he put his hot mouth against my ear and inhaled.
“Use me. I want you to enjoy this, Megan. Let this be something completely different from what you went through with Ryan…” he whispered, his voice almost yearning.
He began to move again, and this time, he seemed determined not to stop. I was fully in his power, and I had never felt more naked.
It felt like my soul had been stripped. Of everything, even my fears. I cried out as he pounded me ferociously. A burst of heat lit my skin aflame, my back bowed upward, and my knees trembled as they struggled to hold up against the brutal impacts of his pelvis.
He’d quit holding back, just as I’d asked him to do.
It was a forbidden connection that we had, filled with transgression and the unspoken weight of memories.
The visual of him sweating, his muscles flexing, and his skin gleaming left me speechless.
“Neil…” I was going to come if he continued at that pace, and he just pounded relentlessly, strategically into me, fully aware of how aroused I was. I grew wetter and wetter, rocked with profound shivers, my throat ragged from screams of delight.
Neil was about to shatter me into a thousand pieces but also to reinvent me, to rearrange me, to remake me, and to put all my pain to rest.
“This is sex, Megan. Not what those sick fucks forced on us…” he whispered as I let loose another uncontrollable cry. Tears stung my eyes. I blinked them away and smiled at him. Neil watched me intently, trying to read my reaction, and I ended our exchange of stares with a kiss.
