Page 31 of The Cerulean Sister
I am gasping, trying to catch my breath, when he finally removes his hand from my pussy. It takes me longer than normal to regain my composure and for the ringing pulse in my ears to stop.
"I'm not done with you," he says sternly with a touch of impatience, but his amber light invades my mind with a calming caress and a question if I can go on.
I nod to answer both and lift onto my hands after sinking into the pillow while I recovered. Over my shoulder I find his face feral with need as he looks down at where we are still connected.
"You're being so good for me, squeezed me so well as you came," he commends as he withdraws slowly and then slides in again to the hilt.
His pelvis thrusts against my ass in a thump as he enters in another powerful motion.
I push back to steal rolling movements between each one of his blows. The smacking sound of him pounding into me increases, his pelvis bouncing off the softness of my backside and then plowing forward again.
His hand grips my hip as the other brushes my hair from my shoulder, using it as a steadying latch to hold onto as he increases pace behind me.
"Yes, 99. I love when you fuck me . . . hard like that."
My mouth hangs agape as he continues the forceful rhythm, driving into me like he will never tire.
I'm practically screaming his name when he flips me onto my back and descends onto my mouth in a feverish kiss before I can even look into his wild eyes.
"You look so pretty in our bed like this," he says in between kisses on my shoulder and neck.
I cling to him, lifting my hips, begging to be filled again. I don't have to wait for long because he reaches between us to shuttle himself inside and starts fucking me again.
"Please don't stop."
He presses his palms on either side of my head and starts rocking into me, wave after wave taking me over as he watches.
"Harder," I beg, missing the almost feral part of the other position.
Without hesitation, my hips are hitched up into his lap when he rises, wanting to take me not only harder like I asked but deeper as well. I hold onto his forearms as he adjusts us and starts crashing down into me with brutal thrusts.
"Hm, I love the sounds you make," he grits out.
At first, I think he is speaking of the uncontrollable keening noises he is withdrawing from me in this position, but then I catch the wet, squelching sound as he pushes into my body again.
I bite my lip hard to stop from feeling embarrassed because his expression tells me he does truly love the most vulgar parts of this, and it makes me even wetter.
"I can feel you so deep inside, 99." My fingertips graze upward from my pelvis to my lower abdomen.
His eyes flick to mine, completely blown out and black like I've said something utterly shocking. Then he presses a flat palm just above my mound and pushes down into the soft flesh, not breaking from his rhythm.
Somehow, that extra bit of pressure sends a tremor through my whole body, making my walls flutter around his cock.
He groans, letting me know he felt it too, and presses harder,thrustsharder.
Whatever he is pushing on with his warm hand, whatever he is reaching inside me starts the familiar coiling pressure of another climax.
I press my hands into the metal wall partition that acts as a headboard above to stop myself from bumping into it. With less give in our rocking motion, he fucks me with new purpose, making me press firmer onto the wall.
I'm too lost to tell him I am close, but he can sense it when my muscles start to pulsate around his length, and I know he istoo by the way his thrusting picks up like he is chasing both our pleasure.
Mine overtakes me first with stars bursting into my vision as I close my eyes and get lost in the sensations of what he can do to my body.
He pumps into me over and over relentlessly, my walls a vice around him that continues to get impossibly tighter. He practically snarls at the sensation and plants his hands back on the mattress to bound into me as he comes.
I hold onto his corded forearms as he ravishes me. My orgasm is just finishing as I feel hot liquid filling me so completely.
With a final strong but shaky thrust, he collapses, turning his weight onto his elbows before he crushes me.
