Page 137 of Light in the Dark
Pulse after pulse, each one more intense than the last until I'm wrung out and jellied—as weak and helpless as a newborn kitten.
When he lets me stop coming, I collapse to the mattress, and my lungs expand, and I greedily gulp oxygen.
I hear a crinkle, and then Felix is kissing me—his beard smells like me. He rolls me back to my stomach, and I can't resist. Not that I would. He helps me get my knees under me again, like I was before, and he's behind me. I can't move, can still barely breathe, and I'm still coming, still shaking with the viciously intense quaking madness of my orgasm. And now I feel his fingers at my entrance, and then the head of his cock nudges me—I lift my ass higher for him, and then he's sliding into me. Filling me. And like this? Fuck. So full.
His cock is perfect.
His hands grip my ass cheeks and pull me apart so he drives deeper, and now I can't breathe all over again for how deep inside me he is, stretching me to glutting, glorious burn, and he's thrusting into me hard and fast, fucking me furiously. Our noises are the most beautiful music I've ever heard—my cries, his grunts, the slap of his hips and thighs against my ass, the wet squelch as he plunges into me. The scent of our sex fills the air. Sun streams golden, bathing us in light. Dust motes dance in front of my eyes.
He leans back, pushing on my ass, and drives into me, and now his cock hits that place inside me that makes me combust, screaming as the orgasm that never quite stopped breaks apart all over again, and I'm a spastic, shuddery, weeping mess as he pounds into me, chasing his own release. His hand cracks across my ass cheek, sending a sudden sharp sting through me that makes me squeal with shocked pleasure, and he growls in his chest—does it again on the other side, and it makes my orgasm splinter to new heights of delirium, so my muscles spasm and go jellied and boneless.
Only, as the orgasm wracks me, I lose control of my limbs and cannot stay upright, can't stay on my knees.
I collapse to my belly and lose him in the process.
"Felix!" I wail. "Oh god, I need you. Give it back!"
I'm on my back suddenly, and he's above me, fumbling with a condom packet.
"It came off," he snarls, his voice tight with frustration.
I grasp him and pull him to me. Fit him inside me.
Bare.
I whimper. "Oh my fucking god, Fee. You feel…oh god."
He isn't moving—frozen, stunned. "Ember. I'm not wearing a condom."
I pull him down to me, lips to his ear. "I know."
"You're not on birth control."
"I know." I thrust against him. "I don't care. I need you."
"But—"
I open my eyes, find his. "Do you love me?"
"With all that I am."
"Do you know I love you?"
"Yes." There's no hesitation.
"Will you take care of me?"
"Always."
I cup the back of his head, whisper in his ear. "Then give me this. Make love to me." I thrust again, whimpering at the feel of his cock bare inside me. "I've never had sex without one."
“Me either.”
"I want to give you this. A first. Just for you. For us."
He puts his face in my neck. "Em, honey." He pushes into me. “Oh god. It feels so fucking amazing."
I weep. "More than amazing."
