Page 39 of Letters From Victor

Barbara wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me closer, deeper. But I maintained my leisurely pace, reveling in the slow burn of desire building between us. I wanted to draw out her pleasure, to keep her suspended in ecstasy for as long as possible.

The subtle shifts of her hips, the quickening of her breath, the soft whimpers escaping her parted lips—every reaction fueled my desire. I wanted to memorize every detail, to burn this moment into my mind forever.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmured, trailing kisses along her jaw. “So wonderfully sensitive. I could spend hours exploring every inch of you, learning all the ways to make you tremble and moan.”

I picked up the pace. The change in rhythm drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Her fingers curled around the silk tie bindingher wrists as her cries of pleasure grew louder, echoing off the walls. The sound was intoxicating—raw and unrestrained. I reveled in knowing I was the one drawing those sounds from her, that I alone could bring her such ecstasy.

“That’s it, doll.” I nipped at her earlobe. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Heat radiated between us, our skin slick with perspiration. The air was thick with the scent of sex and Barbara’s soft floral perfume. I breathed her in deeply. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by our mingled gasps and groans. Barbara’s body yielded to me, taking me deeper with each thrust. The exquisite friction of her gripping around me threatened to undo me entirely.

“God, you feel incredible.”

Barbara keened, her back arching off the bed.

“Can you take it harder?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Harder. Please.”

I obliged gladly. I pulled out and pushed her legs back until her feet touched the headboard. The sight of Barbara splayed out before me made my groin pulse and ache.

I thrust back into her with renewed vigor, the new angle allowing me to penetrate even deeper. The headboard rattled against the wall with the power of each stroke. A guttural moan tore from my throat at the exquisite sensation of being inside Barbara. She cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, utterly magnificent in her abandon. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pounded into her relentlessly.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I purred, my voice thick with desire. “I can feel it. You’re gripping me so tight.”

I shifted my angle, and a sharp cry erupted from Barbara’s delectable lips. She fluttered and clenched around me, signaling her impending release. Her breathless cries grew more urgent,her body trembling beneath me. I redoubled my efforts, determined to send her soaring over the edge.

“That’s it, angel. Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone.”

With every thrust, she tightened around me.

God, this was ecstasy.

Barbara’s body went taut as a bowstring, every muscle tensing as she teetered on the precipice of surrender.

“Victor!” she cried out, her voice raw and desperate. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh God?—”

“Look at me,” I commanded. “I want to see your eyes when I make you feel heaven.”

Her eyes flew open, locking on mine with an intensity that stole my breath. In that moment of perfect connection, I saw everything—her vulnerability, her trust, her unbridled passion. It was the most erotic, most beautiful sight I’d ever beheld.

With a keening wail, Barbara shattered. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her breasts against my chest as aftershocks rippled through her lithe frame. She pulsed around me, gripping and releasing in an exquisite rhythm, the sumptuous friction threatening to pull me under with her. But I held back, determined to prolong her bliss.

“That’s it, my angel.” I maintained my relentless pace. “Let me feel every quiver, every pulse. You’re so beautiful when you come apart for me.”

The way she came undone was mesmerizing—head thrown back, exposing the elegant column of her throat, lips open with cries of pleasure. Her sapphire eyes locked on mine, dark and hazy with euphoria. I drank in every detail, committing the moment to memory.

As her body relaxed, I fought to maintain control, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my release. I wanted to savor every exquisite sensation, to draw out our union for aslong as I could. But the sight of her flushed and sated beneath me, her silken heat still pulsing around me, nearly wrecked me.

“You’re so perfect, angel,” I murmured, my voice rough with barely restrained passion. “I could spend eternity buried inside you, and it would never be enough.”

I resumed my thrusts, slower now but no less intense. Barbara whimpered, oversensitive in the aftermath. I felt the familiar tightening at the base of my spine, pleasure coiling in my core.

In that moment, I knew with bone-deep certainty that I would do anything—give up everything—to keep her by my side.

“You’re mine.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “Tell me you’re mine, angel.”

“I’m yours.”

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