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Aurelia

My body begins to vibrate. I sense my second orgasm approaching. He slides his other hand between us and pinches my clit. My entire body jolts. My back curves, and my eyes roll back in my head as the sensations swoop over me and I climax. My face is wet with tears, and my entire body is shaking. I gasp for air.

"That’s it, baby. Let go completely. You’re safe with me." His voice croons in my ears as I come down from the high. My scalp tingles, my toes curl. Even my teeth seem to hurt.

Another orgasm? That quickly? Jesus. I’m splintering to pieces, but perhaps, that’s what he wants? To flay me open so I’m at his mercy. I should feel vulnerable and exposed, and I do, but it feels so good. It feels like I’m being reborn.

I open my eyelids to find him watching me with a tender look on his face. There’s love and lust intertwined in a potent combination which warms my chest and ignites a pulse of pleasure in my bloodstream.

He reaches up to loosen the belt, and I lower my arms about his neck. Then, he begins to move slowly again, picking up speed, and when his pelvic bone brushes up against my clit, the telltale tightness in my lower belly signals the beginning of another climax.

"Not again. I don’t think I have the energy," I moan.

"You don’t have to do anything, baby. Let me do all the work." He picks up speed, holding himself up on his arms, biceps flexing, chest planes tensing. The sinews of his neck tighten, etched like cables under his skin. Sweat clings to his beautiful shoulders, a drop running down the cleavage between his impressive pecs. Once again, I’m struck by how chiseled he is. How sculpted. How God-like. And while I project a confident image to the world, I have often felt insecure about my tiny boobs and not-so-tiny butt. But he makes me feel good about myself.

He makes me feel worshipped. He makes me feel beautiful.

As if sensing my thoughts, he leans back on his knees, the angle causing him to sink even deeper inside of me. He hits that spot deep inside of me, and I cry out.

My body jolts with every lunge. My blood boils with such intensity, I’m sure it’s going to evaporate. My chest hurts, my scalp prickles, and the sensation in my lower belly curls into itself, growing tighter and bigger until it seems to fill every part of me and encompass my entire body. Still, he doesn’t stop. Long, smooth lunges when he sinks into me and hits my G-spot over and over again.

Damn, this man knows exactly how to drive me to distraction. And the fact that he didn’t let me come for so long, then rewarded me with not one, not two, but with a third orgasm that threatens to overwhelm me, is too much to bear. Then, he looks deeply into my eyes, and with a final thrust, growls, "Come, right now."

The climax crashes over me with the force of a wrecking ball. The sensations sweep me up and away. It’s so acute, so enormous, so powerful, I cry out. The orgasm blooms through me like a mushroom cloud which threatens to shatter me to pieces.

He holds my gaze, peering deeply into my eyes, and there’s this connection, deep, and potent, and profound, and I know I’ve changed forever. And then his features turn fierce, and with a hoarse cry, he follows me over the edge.

I shiver as I come down from the high. My arms and legs are numb—my hands and feet feel like I have pins and needles stuck in them. My scalp tingles. All of my muscles feel lax. I feel like I’ve melted into a puddle and won’t be able to move for a long time.

He collapses on top of me, the weight of his body pinning me in place, and I love that so much. He covers me with the musk of his scent and paints me with the heat that pours off of him. The drumming of his heart matches mine, and the throbbing of his cock inside me is a sweet pressure plucking at my nerve-endings and reverberating around the corners of my mind.

"I’m too heavy for you." He begins to back away, but I hold onto him. I dig my heels into his back and shake my head.

I don’t trust myself to speak—not when what had happened between us felt so sacred, almost like an otherworldly experience. He presses his cheek to mine, and I sense him swallow as, inch by inch, he allows his body weight to sink into me.

My muscles relax, the tension squeezes out of my body, and my eyelids shutter down. I sense him kiss my forehead and pull out of me. I want to protest, lack the strength to speak.

I’m aware of him rolling out of bed and his footsteps moving away. A few seconds later, the sound of water running reachesme, then sleep sweeps me under. When I wake up next, bright sunlight pours into the room.

I’m sprawled over him, the thundering of his heart a soothing background. I push my chin into his chest and raise my eyes to find he’s watching me with a smirk about his features.

"You don’t have to look so pleased," I grumble half-heartedly.

His arms close about me, and he pulls me up for a kiss, a soft kiss that deepens and grows drugging. His heartbeat accelerates, and his cock stirs against my waist. When we finally break apart, we're both panting.

"Wow," I breathe.

"Indeed." His touch is featherlight as he sweeps a wayward strand of hair away from my face.

I rub up against the column of wood that’s grown steadily thicker and heavier between us. He groans, "I need sustenance before going another round."

"Do you?" I dig the heels of my hands into his shoulders for purchase, then swipe my pussy up and down that very impressive cock.

His grasp around me tightens. "Woman, have mercy."

"Nope." I continue to grind against him, then cry out when he slaps my butt. "What’s that for?" I say breathlessly.

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