Page 51 of Phoenix

I feel so full, stretched over him nearly to the point of pain, but the pain is delicious. I relish in it, and want to feel it all over my body.

I begin to roll my hips, grinding back and forth rather than bouncing on him.

“I can’t go slow.” I tell him. “It’s too good.”

He pushes to sit up more so we are nose to nose and his hands wrap around my waist.

“Don’t go slow. Take me how you need.”

He doesn’t want to take.

He wants this on my terms. He wants me in control. He wants me to decide.

That’s so hot.

That simple phrase—that bit of permission—releases the beast residing inside of me. I come alive and begin to really move.

Bouncing, grinding, rocking, rolling, and fucking him with every ounce of energy inside of my body.

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close so we are chest to chest. I can feel every breath he exhales on my skin. I can feel the vibrations of every groan and moan he emits.

“You’re making me come,” he says, before taking my lips in a kiss.

His touch gets rougher, his body stiffens, and one movement later, I feel his cock pulse as he begins to come, and that act coupled with a press of my clit to his pelvis, sends me into another orgasm.

We stay like that, wrapped in one another, his cock inside of me, until our breaths even out and our bodies come back down to Earth.

He leans back so he can see my eyes. He pushes the strands of hair from my sweaty face and glides his thumb over my mouth.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“Hi,” I say in return, then I start to laugh, and so does he.

“What have we done?” he asks between.

“Whatever it was, it felt fucking amazing.”

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