Page 8 of Breaking the Annulment

He cupped her mound with expert fingers, gently stroking through the damp folds of her sex, toying with her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned, body arching under his ministrations.

Suddenly he slid down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. He flicked and sucked at her clit until she was writhing. Then he found her center and plunged two fingers deep into her core. She screamed at the dual sensation, wanting, needing more. He gave her more. Her toes curled as he worked her, pushed her towards climax, only to bring her down again before she could come, then back up again until she was begging for release.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging in, clawing for purchase, leaving long red tracks on his skin. Her vision blurred as she let out a silent scream, every cell in her body poised to take flight.

“That’s it. Let go,” he growled. “Come for me.” This time he didn’t stop. He pushed her harder. Faster.

Her body arched out of control, flying over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, inner muscles clamping around his fingers like a vice, unwilling to let go.

“Fuck,” he half laughed, half groaned, “You’re so tight, you’re going to strangle my cock, aren’t you?” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. “God, you taste better than I imagined.”

His words sent a jolt straight to her core. “Michalis,” she whimpered, desperate for more.

He growled as if on cue and slid two fingers back inside her, working her hard again. “Don’t worry, baby, I know what you need.”

His mouth settled over her again and he flicked her over-stimulated nub as he worked his fingers deep, found her G-spot––that thick, rough ridge she could never quite reach on her own––and pressed hard. She went up so fast she didn’t have time to prepare. It hit her like a freight train. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging in, clawing for purchase, leaving long red tracks on his skin. Her vision blurred as she let out a silent scream, every cell in her body on fire.

She screamed, liquid heat pouring through her as her core spasmed harder than it ever had before. As soon as she started to come down, he’d hit it again–– press hard––and up she went again. Time lost all meaning as she floated out in space, her body one giant pulsing nerve.

“That’s it, sing for me,” he purred against her sensitive skin. “Scream; let me hear how much you need me.”

“Michalis! Oh, god!” She screamed as the world tilted around her. He didn’t stop until she collapsed against the table, shaking with aftershocks, boneless and completely spent.

With a smug laugh, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom where he lay her on the bed and stripped her naked. He took his time, drank in the sight of her, before he removed his shirt and undid the top button of his pants. “Put your feet flat on the bed.”

She moaned, her body still weak and buzzing. “I don’t think I can.”

Michalis grinned. “Then I’ll help you.” He finished undressing. His cock was thick and hard, dripping with precum, as he positioned himself between her legs, his hands at her knees, helping, as promised. He nudged at her, just to get the tip in, but was met with resistance.

Fuck, she was tight.

Releasing one leg, he put his thumb on her swollen clit and pressed against the nub, rubbing back and forth until her hipsbucked up in reaction, sheathing the tip of his cock, her own body forcing his advance.

She cried out, but there was nothing he could do, no way to keep her from feeling any pain this first time. He used all of his self-control to keep from driving forward. He’d prepared her as best he could, made sure she was satisfied before he even got started, because this next part was not going to be nearly as pleasant for her. Not this first time.

She had one small part of his cock in a stranglehold, and it wasn’t nearly enough. He gritted his teeth and held himself perfectly still. If he moved, even a fraction of an inch, he was going to ram himself home.

As soon as Aurelia relaxed a little, adjusted to his girth, he repeated the process, massaging her clit until she bucked again, taking a little more. He shuddered. She was so tight he could barely breathe. “Fuck. Try to relax, baby.”

“Michalis, it hurts. I think we should stop.” Aurelia was shaking in reaction, tears coursing down her cheeks. He’d tried to ease her into it, to prepare her, but the sensations were overwhelming. Pain overshadowed desire. He was a big man. She didn’t know if she wanted more. Could take any more.

“The worst is almost over, I promise.” His voice was hoarse with desire, but his hands were gentle as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “We’ll go slow. Then, when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck my wife until she can’t see straight.”

Without giving her time to protest, he pulled out completely to give them both a little breathing room and held her down with one hand pressed to her abdomen as he worked her clit with his mouth until her desire had returned and she came so hard, she was dripping wet again and screaming his name. Her clit was still swollen and overly sensitive, so thank fuck, it didn’t take much.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his chest heaving. “Let me rephrase, baby. I’m going to keep going until you ask me to stop or beg me to finish.”

“Oh god.” Panting, she squeezed her eyes shut as he started up again, forcing another orgasm out of her before the last one stopped.

“Michalis. Please, Michalis.”

“Please what?” he rasped, as affected as she. “Beg me to keep going or we can stop right now. Decide.” While he waited for an answer, he teased her clit with the lightest flicks of his tongue, not enough to send her over the edge, but hard enough to drive her insane with need.

“Oh god,” she cried out. “Please. Don’t. Don’t stop. Harder.”

“That will do just fine.” He sucked hard on the pearly nub in reward, sucked like a starving man trying to drink a milkshake through a stir stick––lighting her up like a flame on gasoline. Already primed, she screamed so loud her voice cracked, raw and unrestrained.

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