Ophelia was losing her mind. She was so stretched and so sensitive, and her body was on autopilot, moving and swirling her hips underneath him.
“Slow down, O. Let me fuck you. You’ll get your chance.”
“It feels too good.”
Etienne was leaning forward, held up by his muscular arms, and the movement from his thrusts caused his chest hair to rub delightfully against her aching nipples. He sat up and grabbedher legs, placing both straight in the air, resting on the sides of his head. Her legs framed his gorgeous body, and she was able to bear witness to his undulating hips that made his abs ripple. It was such an erotic sight, and with a little added force, he hit that spot within her, making her scream.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t stop.” Etienne pumped faster as Ophelia began to lose her mind. The noises she made were animalistic. She was on the brink. Ready to come undone, and with one more hard drive of his hips, she did.
The force of her orgasm involuntarily pushed his cock out of her as she poured from her core. Reveling in the mess he made of her, Etienne fisted his cock and ran it up and down from her vagina to her clit. On a moan, Ophelia squirted even more, casting drops of her wetness across both their flesh. Sated and exhausted, Ophelia’s body lay limp on the bed.
“I’m not done with you, O.” He slapped the side of her ass cheek. Etienne leaned back like a king with his head and shoulders propped up against a pillow. He patted his leg. “Ride me.”
Ophelia was having an out-of-body experience. She was no longer in the room, but somewhere floating in the starry night sky.
Somehow, she did as she was told and straddled his hips. She aligned his cock to her entrance and sank on him.
Etienne grabbed her ass and thrusted into her on a moan. “That’s my fucking good girl.”
Ophelia smiled. She was regaining consciousness, and she wanted to show him how good she could make him feel. In this position, he felt even bigger, so she tested her movements first by swirling her hips around and trying a back-and-forth motion. She liked the back-and-forth best. She sank as far as she could, so her clit was able to find friction from his pelvis. She placed her palms on his broad chest and began to rock.
Her swaying tits were lusciously heavy, and the look of awe on Etienne’s face gave her a jolt of confidence. She kept her rhythm, losing herself in the feel of him. She loved how solid he felt under her and how hard and thick he felt inside her.
He continued to look at her like she had him under a spell, like she was giving him life. She knew he’d happily die under her, worshipping at the altar of her hips, drinking from the chalice of her core. It was blasphemous. But Ophelia thought that if there was a god, the evidence was between her thighs in that moment.
A whimper released itself from Ophelia’s mouth, and her sound was like the snapping of a tether on Etienne’s restraint. He spanked her ass, and she groaned in bliss. She loved it. She always liked a light smack during sex, but this was different. He was pushing her. Testing her. Seeing just how far his goddess would go.
“More,” she said, and another smack came down on her ass cheek. She hissed. “Yes. Harder,” she demanded, and he gave it to her.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She loved the sting and the pleasure that replaced it. The spanking was spurring her into a frenzy, and at a shift of her hips, she foundthespot. Her body shook as she continued to grind on him. His cock was so deep inside her, coaxing forth her third orgasm. She now knew that the spot he was hitting inside her was what spurred her to squirt. She had no idea why it was happening with him when it did not occur with her previous partners. However, none were quite as hung or as…desirable as Etienne.
The liquid inside her was building, and she felt wonderfully full. Etienne pressed a thick thumb to her clit, and she lost all sense of the world around her as she came undone completely. Etienne wasted no time, and with a roar, he lifted her off his cock and shoved her down on his face. As she continued to come, he lapped her up, drinking from her like she was filled with the nectar of the gods. His large hands gripped her ass, pulling her tight to his mouth as she held on to her headboard for dear life. The scruff from his beard on her inner thighs felt heavenly.
When he was done drinking from her, he slapped her asshard. “Get back on, baby. I need more of those perfect tits bouncing in my face.”
Ophelia slid back down him with a wince. She was tight and sensitive from her orgasm, but she wanted this so badly. She let herself adjust once she had him fully seated inside her. He could tell she was trying to reacclimate, and assisted by tweaking and sucking her nipples. He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. She let his tongue fuck her mouth, relaxing her further into him. She was ready, and Etienne had lost all sanity as he drove up into her. Her breasts bounced hard, creating a whole other thrilling awareness she had yet to realize came with someone fucking her this hard.
“Ophelia, fuck. Let me come in your sweet cunt. Please, let me fill you.”
“Oh yes, God. Yes. I need it.” And she did. She needed his cum like she needed food and water and shelter. Her pussy was begging for it, and at the first spurt of cum, she came again.
After another round of sex,a change of sheets, and washing of sweat-soaked bodies, Ophelia and Etienne were spent. Ophelia’s body was draped over Etienne’s as they both drifted into that space right before sleep.
“Ophelia.”
“Mmm?”
“I like this. You and me. It feels good,” said Etienne into her golden-brown hair.
Ophelia smiled. “I don’t think good encompasses it.”
“It doesn’t, but I’m too tired to think of another word.”
“Expansive. Like I can do anything, feel anything, be anything with you.”
Etienne hummed and kissed her head. “Yes, expansive.”
