I smiled slightly, and he grasped my hair in his fist, using it to tilt my neckback. I gasped at the ferocity of the movement. “You aremyNeverland,” he said with feral possessiveness. I felt his breath again, tickling my ear this time. “…never stop,” he finished assertively, then I felt his penis nudging between my butt cheeks, right up against the spot that had never been breached by anyone. I held my breath and went rigid. I was nowhere near ready for that next step, and Neil seemed to sense that, moving down to my thighs to tease my pussy, which was waiting eagerly there for him.
I sighed with relief, and he laughed at me.
He was probably delighted to have alarmed me, like my heart wasn’t pounding hard enough in my ears already.
When his laughter died down, I realized what was about to happen.
He thrust inside me with one decisive stroke, finally pulling me completely out of slumber. He demanded my full attention. My toes curled, and I screamed, but not in pain. I curved against him, and Neil emitted a raspy groan. He filled me completely and then held himself there motionless for a moment.
He stretched out over me, one hand still clasping my hair, and pulled back his hips to give me that first vigorous thrust.
So, caged beneath him, I was conquered and captured by his body, incapable of moving or fighting.
It was as though I had a god between my thighs.
A shiver passed through me. Neil knew that I was ready for him; he could feel how wet I was for him and how perfectly I reshaped myself around his powerful erection.
Then, he began to move.
It was marvelous to hear his panting breaths, his chest like marble gliding against my back, and the movements of his hips getting stronger and more relentless.
Pleasure, passionate and undeniable, spread from the middle of my chest out to my nipples.
I started sweating and tightening around him in an attempt to sate his endless hunger, his constant desire.
Feeling him in such an intense, enveloping way knocked me off kilter, just like it always did.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud, though it was almost impossible to resist.
“Speak up, Tinkerbell. I want to hear the pleasure you get with me, but especially…from me,” he murmured into my ear before slapping my ass, and it was impossible not to scream at that point. Neil laughed, proud of himself, and I pushed aside my prudish sensibilities to give myself over to him.
I felt so full of Neil, I even feared that I was already about to climax.
I knew how it was going to end: I would beg him for relief, and he would deny me until he’d completely worn me out. His movement wracked me like a wild tempest; each powerful stroke between my thighs was like a bolt of lightning.
Neil slipped a hand along my abdomen, moving up to my breast, and pinched one nipple between his fingers so hard that I couldn’t breathe. I went stiff. My body accepted his thrusts, trying to stand up against the energetic assault. Only when he pulled out for a momentary pause was I able to catch another breath, but that was such a fleeting instant that I didn’t really get time to enjoy it.
He slid back into me and moved into another brutal series of thrusts, determined to make me explode. I felt that my life was inextricably tied to his, the way light is tied to the stars.
Neil was a dark knight taking hold of my plumage; he pierced me like a lance, and he slashed me like a sword.
He sucked the soul from me like an insatiable beast, and my intoxicating orgasm broke over me without warning.
It was as devastating as it was unexpected.
I clamped around him again and again, enveloping him completely as I came. I shook all over as I tried to catch my breath.
I knew Neil wasn’t going to stop, though—my response only made him more eager.
He kept fervently pounding me into the bed, taking advantage of my body’s lassitude and my wetness to speed up his strokes and prolong the pleasure.
Annihilated by this lusty passion, I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.
It was too much for me.
Neil could make me lose my mind and could make me rage, dream, and hope for an us that might never exist. I was aroused by the physical sensations and irrepressible feelings that he gave me, but I would have liked our contact to be more intimate. I wanted to kiss and touch him to really forge an emotional connection, but he seemed to be focused exclusively on branding me as his. I sometimes found his ferocity unnerving, but when I heard his quiet panting, I knew it was the sound of a man who was truly getting pleasure from me.
He was there with me, mind and soul.
