His teeth sink into the side of my neck, eliciting another burst of tingles throughout my body, and then he sends a fist cracking into the door next to my waist, his entire body shuddering.
I’m vaguely aware of it all, yet I view it from above, my consciousness transcending into another plane. The euphoria is far too intense for me to handle, just like going unconscious when pain becomes unbearable.
Eventually, he carefully lowers us down to his knees, spreading them wide to sit me between his thighs, though my legs remain hooked over his hips and he stays firmly inside me. My upper back presses into the door, my hands grip his hair, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his fists planted on the floor on either side of my hips while we sensually grind against one another, wringing out the last of the pleasure.
Our small, breathless moans fill the air as our bodies move like a wave—rolling, arching, and seeking, as if they’re physically incapable of being separated. It’s heated, passionate, and it's beginning to feel like we're making love rather than riding out the aftershocks.
I don’t understand what's happening, only that we can't seem to stop, and instead of slowing down, our movements become a little more insistent. He’s still hard inside me, so when he rolls into me with a little added pressure, it sends warm electricity between my legs.
“Oh,” I gasp before my jaw unhinges when he does it again and again.
Our breathing grows louder and heavier, dense with renewed pleasure. He lifts his forehead from my shoulder to press hot, wet kisses along the side of my neck. My lashes flutter from the intensity building and building with each press of his hips, his pace steady and measured.
“That feel good?” There's no cocky lilt to his tone or teasing nature, though it's not lacking in confidence. It's raw and genuine, like he's checking on me and willing to take direction if needed.
I don't know why it's so attractive, but it turns me on so much more.
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head vigorously as I tug on his hair.
“Yeah?”
Again, there's an undertone of seeking confirmation, but this time it’s like he just needs to hear how good he makes me feel.
“Yeah, yeah, it feels so good.”
His response is a pleased moan that sends shivers down my spine.
The surrounding air has thickened until it feels like I'm inhaling steam rather than oxygen, though it's lined with static electricity that zaps every one of my nerves as it invades my insides. Sweat dampens my nape, and a thin layer coats our skin, only intensifying the energy as euphoria commands our oscillating hips.
His mouth latches onto the column of my throat, trading between bites that border on painful, wet kisses, and sucking at the delicate flesh. He travels up to the underside of my jaw and then captures my lips in another searing kiss.
It's nothing like the way he's kissed me before. There's a desperation to it now, as if we only have seconds to live.
Then, he angles his hips the slightest bit, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that has my head kicking back and eyes rolling, wrenching my mouth away as utter bliss consumes me.
“Oh my God,” I choke out. “Yes, like that.”
“Yeah, like that?” he murmurs, watching me carefully. “How about right here?”
He shifts again, and I realize he was only skirting the edge of the spot before. Now, it feels like he's directly hitting the target. It sends my spine bowing while a loud moan tears out of my throat.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, right there. Stay right there,” I plead, my voice pitching higher as my eyes roll back further.
Tingles spread throughout my core, and my muscles tense as the pleasure intensifies until I'm tasting colors and seeing sounds. It's so incredibly blissful, it brings a smile to my face as he pushes that button over and over. I never want it to end, never want to feel anything else. I would do terrible, evil things to stay just like this forever.
“Fuck, that's s-so good, Kellan. Oh my God, please don't stop, please don't stop.”
He must hear the fear of losing this feeling in my tone.
“I got you, baby,” he soothes, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down my spine as he skirts his lips along my jawline. “I know what this sweet little pussy needs.”
Our eyes connect as he lifts his head to brush his lips over mine, sending my heart soaring straight out of my throat.
He keeps his pace consistent, never faltering or losing his angle. It's almost torturous how slow the ascension is, yet it’s so fucking perfect,the way he draws it out.
Then one hand slides between us, and his thumb presses into my clit, rubbing firm circles that send my eyes crossing.
My mouth drops open, silent for several moments before a stuttered, choked moan comes free, and my entire body quakes as I draw closer to yet another devastating orgasm.
