Page 28 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Chemistry. My features rushed to the center of my face as her warmth embraced me. She left gratuity on my dick, coating it with generosity.

Her thanks made sliding in and out of her an effortless motion. To my dismay, lubrication was the least of my worries. It was almost useless because, like everything around me, I’d grown still. Paralyzed with pleasure. Any movement would cause an explosion.

“Fuck.”

I closed my eyes, finding solace in a new place. Cool water came up to my chest as visions of the open sea enhanced my mobility. The fear of cumming prematurely subsided.

When I reopened my eyes, there she was. Though I’d never see the pearly gates, she was my little piece of heaven. Nothing had ever felt so freeing, so transcendental.

Eden. A supernatural being. She was ineffable. Mystical. Extramundane.

High cheekbones led to a fierce set of eyes that were wide and wondrous. Her skin was immaculate. Her limbs went on forever. There wasn’t a part of her I’d discovered that I didn’t like… that I didn’t love. Not in an emotional capacity, but in general. Her physique was almost impossible not to fall headfirst for. And that shit made my flesh crawl with both desire and disgust.

Slow strokes made her toes curl and her eyes disappeared somewhere in her head. Her pussy pulled me back in every time I pulled back. It was a death trap.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

When I felt my nut rising, I fought against the current to eject myself. I tapped my dick on her clit. Her body jolted each time I landed on the swollen bulb.

“Plea–”

“Shut th–fuck up, Ede–”

My eyebrows creased on my forehead as I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head from one side to the other. I needed silence. Her voice would only lure me closer to the ledge.

Tap. Her wetness echoed in the darkness.

Tap.

Tap. Her mouth slacked.

“Ummmm.”

Tap. She reeked of sultriness. It oozed from her center. It beamed in her eyes.

Tap.

“Uhhhhhhhh.”

I plunged deep into her.

Shit.

I lost my way. Lost my head. Lost my cool. Inside of her, I swam as if my life depended on it. In many ways, it did. This union wasn’t solely for my satisfaction. It was for hers, too. And for the family.

My strokes deepened. Her moans increased. Our bodies rejoined one another in the center. I held her up to me by the back of her neck as our lips met again. She had me so far out of my comfort zone, it was her lead I was following.

It was all unfamiliar to me. Her experience and the feeling down in my soul had become my guides. I held no jurisdiction in their court. I was merely a spectator.

“I’m cumm–Oh shit.”

Her whispers against my lips threatened to end me as well. I defied the odds by pushing her body to the bed and using my thumb to bring her to her peak. My strokes halted, momentarily, while I made sure she splintered. Right down the fucking center.

She came. Beautifully. Loudly. Dramatically. Against me. It wasn’t until her breathing steadied and her eyes reopened that I removed my rod and allowed her river to flow. She creamed as I watched, her pussy still contracting slowly. She was still in the midst of her liberation.

Good, Chocolate.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and cleaned the mess she’d made. With my face buried in her pussy, I inserted my thumb in her ass.

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