Barbara worked the vibrator with feverish precision now, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap. Her legs began to shake, and her toes curled tightly. The sounds coming from her throat were a chorus of build and release, a prelude to the explosionI knew was imminent. Her hips thrust upwards in a final, desperate motion.
With a sudden, piercing cry, Barbara shattered. Her body convulsed in violent waves. Her head thrashed from side to side. The tension in her muscles released in a cascading torrent of pure, unfiltered pleasure. I watched in rapt fascination as her climax took its course, every second an eternity of exquisite agony for her.
“You’re perfect,” I said, not recognizing my own voice. It was ragged, almost broken. “So perfect.”
Barbara slowly came to rest, like a leaf settling after a gale. Her breathing was deep and uneven, her skin flushed with the rosy hue of spent passion. She looked up at me with eyes that were simultaneously dazed and grateful.
I took the vibrator from her hand, clicked it off, and set it on the nightstand. She started to move her legs together, but I placed a firm hand on her knee.
“Stay just like that.”
Her eyes questioned me, but she obeyed, her body still trembling. I climbed back onto the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and leaned down to kiss the skin of her stomach, hot and slick and salty.
“Victor,” she whispered, her voice fragile as glass.
I kissed my way up to her breasts, nuzzling them gently before taking a nipple into my mouth. She let out a small whimper at the touch. I roamed my hands over her sides, her hips, her body, memorizing every curve and contour. I pressed her legs open as wide as they would go and admired her laid out before me like an offering.
“You’re an absolute goddess,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her collarbone. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
She tangled her fingers in my hair, weak but yearning. “Victor,” she said, and in that single word, I heard all her longing, all her love.
“I need you, Barbara. I’m desperate to be inside you.” I kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. “I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.”
A shiver ran through her at my words, and she spread herself wider, more inviting. “Then don’t be.”
I needed no more invitation than that. With one swift motion, I thrust deep inside her. A gasp tore from her lips as I filled her. Her heat enveloped me, and I had to fight against the urge to come undone right then. She was even tighter than usual, the echo of her recent release making every stroke an exquisite torture.
I pulled back slowly, savoring the drag of her walls against me, then plunged in again. Her body rocked with each thrust, and she clutched at the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her anchored. Her sounds were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, each one driving me further into a frenzy.
“God, you feel incredible,” I groaned, eyes locked on hers. “How on earth can you be so tight?”
Her body was a furnace, an inferno that threatened to consume me whole. Barbara moved in perfect sync with me, meeting each drive with her own fervent push. She raked her nails down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The pain only spurred me on, intensifying my need to possess her completely.
I shifted my weight and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her eyes flew open, wide and burning with desire. She loved it when I took control, when I asserted my dominance over her. With her hands restrained and her body laid bare, she was utterly at my mercy—and I at hers.
“Harder,” she breathed, and I obliged without hesitation. I pistoned my hips with savage intensity, driving into her with a force that bordered on violent. Each collision sent shockwaves through her body, making her breasts bounce and her lips quiver.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as if to pull me even deeper. The bed frame groaned in protest, but we paid it no mind. The world outside could have crumbled, and we never would have noticed.
“Do you like that?” My voice was rough like gravel. “Do you like feeling me so deep inside you?”
She nodded frantically, eyes rolling back as another moan burst from her throat.
“I want to hear you.”
“Yes…yes, Victor. God, yes!”
I smirked at her response, feeling a surge of primal satisfaction. I moved my hips faster, each thrust deliberate and forceful, designed to coax those delicious cries from her and push her further into ecstasy.
“That’s it.” I leaned down so our foreheads nearly touched. “Let me hear you. Let the whole damn city hear what I do to you.”
She lolled her head back on the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. “I love it… I love it so much,” she gasped out. “Victor…oh God…please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I vowed, driving into her with renewed intensity.
Barbara arched beneath me, pushing against every thrust with desperate hunger. Her breathing turned ragged, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of a storm-tossed sea. She was beginning to tighten around me, the first signs of another climax building in her core. Each stroke sent a jolt through her,like a current running along a frayed wire. She was close—so achingly close.
I didn’t slow. I couldn’t.