Page 110 of The Garnet Daughter
I moan as my walls spasm when he begins again, placing his palms flat on the control panel and beginning steady thrusts into me.
But as our pace joins in a perfect, frenzied rhythm, an alerting bell chimes behind me.
“Fuck!” He leans to the side, cock still deeply seated within me, to cancel the command that was made by mistake, the angle change stealing some of the air from my lungs.
“Did something break?” I pant.
His laugh comes out in breathy huffs that I can feel all the way down to my pussy.
“No, but we should move.” He holds my chin as he smacks a kiss to my swollen lips then lifts me off the command station, withdrawing himself from my warmth and setting me on my wobbly legs.
“I have an idea.” I smile and reach up to put my arms around his neck.
I fold us into my room, needing to fill the aching void between my thighs.
His eyes dart around like he’s desperate to orientate himself to the sudden location change. The moment he does, he picks me up with a throaty growl so deep the vibration rumbles in my own chest and shuffles us to my bed.
I gasp as he throws me back onto the mattress, then removes his boots and the pants we were too impatient to earlier, all while keeping his darkened gaze locked onto me.
I pull the hem of my blouse, removing it over my head, the chill of the room sending icy tingles across the peaks of my breasts.
August exhales deeply, tilting his head to the side and devouring the sight of me waiting for him. Without warning and at the same time he climbs onto the mattress, he pulls me by the ankles until I am so far down, my backside touches his knees.
“Hold on, Callia. I have some more proving to do.” He enters me in one powerful thrust, holding my legs up against his chest.
The sensation of him this way has me gasping and crying out with another electric entry.
His pelvis smacks into me with each drive forward, the obscene sound echoing off the metal walls and encouraging him, his eyes growing wild and hooded.
I fist the blankets next to me as he raises my hips farther up, positioning himself to enter me deeper than I imagined possible.
Then he fucks me with newfound purpose, using my moans as fuel to his relentless pounding. He watches me, groaning and hissing through his teeth, but I am somewhere else, as far as the space between, floating in bliss that doesn’t seem to end.
I gasp his name as he opens my thighs, dropping his weight in between them. His lips are like fire against my pulse, moving up my neck, his hand palming my breast as he bucks into me.
My channel clamps down on him, his cock pumping with more resistance as my body prepares to crest the pleasure he is bringing me.
My muscles tighten, every nerve firing in swinging succession, stealing breath and any sound from my lungs, hinging my mouth open and gaping as we ascend higher and higher together.
“That’s it, Callia. Let me make you come,” he hisses with clenched teeth.
Finally, I surrender to another overpowering rush of sensation, a long, continuous, keening moan coming forth, humming in my throat and matching his breathy grunts as the steady movement of his hips becomes shaky and more shallow, as if he is waiting until I’ve fully crested my climax before letting himself lose control.
Sweat beads on his brow while he reaffirms his brutal pace, chasing his own pleasure as the last of mine runs it’s coarse, leaving me breathless and languid.
And with a final shuddering grip around his cock, he fills me with hot liquid on his next thrust, coating my insides in quenching warmth. The fluttery aftershocks of my core withdraws every bit of his cum, making him groan deeply with each spasm.
His huffing breaths tickle my ear as the final waves run through him. He nips and kisses at the lobe, and a surge of affection surrounds me that I was not expecting.
I wrap my arms around him, dreading the moment he withdraws from me and the weight of his body on top of my own fades.
It’s as if the thought is not mine alone because he shifts and kisses me, slow and intense, the lazy slide of his tongue rolling my eyes within their sockets. And then he props himself up on one forearm to look at me, the other stealing to my jaw, his thumb reaching so high it pets my cheek in soothing motions.
He doesn’t say anything, his chest heaving in steady, deep breaths as he watches me, his pupils dancing around my face and taking in my expression.
I smile and caress his cheek with the same tenderness, yet still he says nothing, only melts into the touch, lids closing for a moment before meeting my gaze again. And to my surprise, he doesn’t gloat about his performance or say a cheeky remark that I’ve been bracing for. He sighs with such contentment, as if his world has been utterly changed.
I mirror the same sigh unconsciously and realize my world might be changing as well.
