Page 86 of Brother In Arms

“Oh, you need it, huh? You gonna die without it?” he asked and he was being such a teasing prick.

“Yes!” I gasped as he surged forward a little harder.

“You want it hard?”

“Yes!”

“What like this?” he gave it to me a little bit harder but it wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” I demanded.

“What like this?” he pulled back and surged forward again, this time our bodies meeting with a slap.

“No, harder!” I cried.

He gave it to me for real, then. Drawing back and slamming into my body so hard I moved several inches across the bed. It felt so good. Pleasure and pain rolled into one until I didn’t know where one left off and the other began.

“Yes!” I cried, “Like that, just like that! Oh, god, fuck me!”

Oh, god, he did. He totally gave me exactly what I asked for and then some. I was right on that edge, so maddeningly close and he held me there. It was like he just needed to go in that quarter to a half an inch more to touch that spot, to scratch that itch, and then he did something no man had ever done before. He grabbed me by my upper arms and hauled back on them like they were reins and I completely understood why the French called it ‘The Little Death’ because I died a little inside it was so fantastic.

He shoved into me so tight, so hard, with the added pull that it was the most exquisite kind of torture. I screamed in the best way possible as my body exploded into light, and fire raced along every filament and nerve.

He thrust into me one last time with a shout of his own as I swear to god, flopped like a landed fish underneath the weight of his body with the intensity of my own orgasm. I felt him twitching inside my pussy and I tried three or four times to regain enough control of my motor function to tighten myself down around him.

He gasped and cried out again when I did it too, as we lay there a panting mess, skin sheened with cooling sweat.

“I don’t know what that was,” I said, pausing to draw breath, “but I liked it.”

“Oh yeah, me too. You gotta tell me any time you’re in the mood for that, baby. I don’t ever want to miss out.” He said between panting breaths.

I laughed and he laughed and it was so good.

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