Page 68 of Mistaken Impression

“Yes. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

I’m not sure what he means by that. Is he saying it feels like that all the time… with everyone? Or does he mean it just feels like that with me? I don’t know… and I can’t think how to ask.He stops moving, gazing down at me and frowning, and then he lowers my legs, dropping to his elbows.

“Why have you stopped?” I ask.

“Because you look confused.”

“I do?”

“Yes. And before that confusion puts you off what we’re doing, I’m just going to say… it’s never felt like this, Ella. What I just said about the way you make me feel, and what you do to me… I wasn’t speaking in general terms, but in very specific ones… about you. Does that help ease your confusion?”

I nod my head. “The best feeling in the world?” I whisper.

“The very best there is.”

He puts his arms around me, one behind my back and the other beneath my ass, holding me close, our bodies entwined as he moves inside me again. I’m so tempted to tell him I love him, but somehow it doesn’t feel so necessary anymore… or at least not so urgent. If he can see my confusion, surely he must be able to see my love… and to feel it, too. I’m not holding anything back, and I don’t think he is, either.

He raises my ass up slightly and swivels his hips, and I stop thinking and just enjoy the sensations he’s creating… the tingling and throbbing at my core as he tips me into yet another orgasm. I cling to him, riding it out, pleasure rocking through my body.

“More,” I whimper. “Please, Mac… give me more.”

“You want more?” He leans up, staring down at me.

I’ve barely come back down to earth, but I nod my head and he kneels up, pulling out of me, and giving me no time at all to recover before he flips me over onto my front. My hands are caught beneath me, but he doesn’t give me time to free them. He grabs my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. My ass is in the air, my shoulders pressed into the mattress, and he leans over, his front to my back.

“Tell me if this hurts… okay?”

“Okay.” I feel a quiver of anticipation run through my body as he straightens, moving closer, and pushes my legs apart with his own. I feel defenseless, but I like it, and I let out a low groan of satisfaction when I feel him push inside me… yet again. He goes really deep, making me feel fuller than ever, and when he’s buried as far as he can go, he stops.

“How’s that?”

“Perfect.”

“Sure? It doesn’t hurt?”

“No.” I rock back against him, just to prove the point, and he grabs my hips again, holding me steady, and after just a second’s pause, he pulls all the way out of me, and then slams back in. I cry out, but he must be able to tell it’s a cry of pleasure, not of pain, because he repeats his action, harder, faster, deeper. Even though I can’t see him, there’s something about this… about the way he’s controlling my body. I love it, and how it makes me feel… like I’m his, which I am, of course.

“Tell me you’re close.” It sounds like he’s talking through gritted teeth.

“W—Why?”

“Because I need to come.”

“Then come.”

“No… not before you do.”

He reaches around me, his fingers finding my clitoris, although I’m not sure I can do anything about it. I know I said I wanted more, but I’m so tired. “Sorry, Mac. I can’t. I’ve already…”

He hammers into me, really hard, stealing my breath and my words, his fingers working over me. “I need to feel you come again. I need you to give yourself to me… all of you. Now.”

There’s something about his words that gets to me. It’s like he knows how I feel, and I forget my exhaustion, and do as he says, giving myself to his magical touch… his urgent need.

“Yes… yes… yes…”

I can’t manage anything more coherent as he drives me on, into ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck… yeah. I’m coming…” His voice is strangled, filled with emotion, and he stills, swelling inside me, and then lets out a loud roar, which surrounds and envelops us in what has to be love. It must be. Nothing else could feel like this.

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