Page 44 of Savage Obsession

I raise my hips, working hard not to thrust despite every instinct screaming otherwise. My fingers are in her hair, but I don’t attempt to control or guide. I’m impatient, demanding, but I manage to restrain my own desires for now.

Julia gains in confidence, tilting her head to the side to be able to take more of me. This was always one of her finer tricks, to cocoon my cock in the pocket of her cheek and suck gently. It’s as though the intervening decade slips away and we’re back there in our newly purchased modest house in Warsaw, rolling about on a secondhand mattress, unable to get enough of each other.

I love you. I would chant it, my mantra, while she brought me to one shuddering climax after another. It was true, back then. I think. Until it wasn’t anymore and my priorities changed.

I give myself a mental shake. This is here, now, a moment to be savoured.

Julia’s head bobs. She works more of me into her mouth, sucking, licking, bringing all of my sensitive nerve-endings to rigid, shivering attention.

My hands curl into fists, gripping her reddish-brown locks. I thrust harder, synchronising my movements to hers as the sensation builds.

Her hands are busy, too, pumping the base of my erection and caressing my balls. She cradles them in both her palms, squeezing lightly, then with more pressure while I writhe against the bed.

I’m close. Very close and barrelling towards release. My grip on her hair tightens. I know I’m hurting her, but she doesn’t flinch. The suction increases. My balls lurch, contract, and send jets of semen to the back of her throat.

Julia swallows quickly, clears her airway and continues to work my cock over, scraping lightly with her teeth to introduce a new and delicious sensation which whips my arousal back up again.

Jesus! Has she been practicing?

If she has, I’m reaping the benefits now. I lounge back against the pillows and ride the soft wave of sensual delight as my cock quivers back to full arousal.

My second climax is a gentler affair, less explosive but achingly exquisite, flooding me with a sense of bone-deep satisfaction. After, Julia lies beside me. Wiping the last few dribbles of cum from her lips, I could simply drift off to sleep for a week.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I enjoyed that.”

I prise one eyelid open. “You enjoyed it? Fuck… I think I died and went to Heaven.”

“It reminded me of before, when we used to be…”

In love? Warning bells jar my sex-fuelled contentment, threatening to puncture my languid euphoric haze. Too much has happened, too many years, too much bitterness to swipe it all away with one decent blow job.

Did I say decent? I meant mind-blowing. But all the same…

“Do you want to?—”

“No,” she replies, almost too quickly. “It’s late, we need to sleep.”

Welcome words. “Are you sure? We could?—”

“Do you mind if we don’t? I’m tired.”

“Sure.” I peel back the duvet for her to crawl beneath, and I follow her to wrap my arms around her slim body.

“Mmm, that’s nice.” She snuggles against me and is asleep within seconds.

I was bone-tired, but suddenly any desire to sleep deserts me. I lie on my back staring into the darkness. The sound of Julia’s gentle breathing is strangely familiar despite the distance of space and time separating us.

I’m confused, unsettled. I can’t say I care for the sensation much.

CHAPTER 11

Julia

I’m disturbed by the gentle but insistent tug of skilled fingers teasing my clit. I’m dreaming of soft rolling heather-strewn uplands, their peaks topped by fluffy piles of cushiony clouds supporting my weight, and I somehow incorporate the new and delightful sensations into my internal fantasy. I weave in a heated cerulean gaze, dark wavy locks and a stern jaw to create the familiar picture.

Ah, that’s good…

“You need to wake up or you could miss the best bit.” The soft voice, slightly mocking in tone, brings my senses alight, but I struggle to retreat from the commanding presence intruding on my euphoric state.

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