Page 69 of Descent

“I need you inside me so fucking bad.” I sound pathetic, and I fucking love it.

Fingers comb through my locks, grazing my scalp. I exhale, grinning like an idiot. Even more when he clenches those fingers into a fist, tugging my head back. My jaw drops open, my lips parting. The tip of his tongue flicks my upper lip.

I may just come undone again right now.

But I’ve never settled before.

Crunching my abs, I raise my legs swiftly, bending at the waist in a powerful fold. The movement leaves me open as I hook my heels high up on his back and squeeze him against me.

Ero barks a short, sharp cry of surprise and elation.

All I can do is suck in a breath as he fills my void. My mouth hangs open, my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m molded around him, formfitting and tight as a glove.

A single flex and he could send me over the edge.

But we both hang there on the precipice, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Mine resting against his fist and the bed, the conflicting sensations of comfort and mild pain so stimulating.

Ero’s other hand presses into the bed, raising him higher over me. One lock of his hair curls down over his face. His eyes remain hooded, his lips parted, his breath coming in short, excited pants.

He flexes. I clench.

It’s all endurance, a war of wills.

But he always seems to win. With an impossible gyration of his hips, he somehow manages to find every perfect spot, stimulating me thoroughly. That’s when I start to tremble, shockwaves of erogenous agony rocketing through every cell.

My fuckingfoliclescome alive, tingling in my scalp, a ripple of goosebumps erupting all over my entire body. He’s fucking meteoric. Catastrophic. A storm that I hope never ends.

Another flex of his mouthwatering buttocks and my toes curl, nearly cramping with my tension. One more and my fingers dig into his shoulders, scoring red along his skin.

I push against his shoulders, shoving myself down into the bed, dropping my legs to the sides, pushing my belly up in an indication of what I want, twisting my hips slightly to the left.

That expression on his face, never quite a smile, softens his features. At the same time, the wicked little glint in his eyes makes me melt.

Rolling onto my stomach, I let him drag my hips back, raising me into position. His fingers linger in the crook of my hips, his thumbs pulling against my ass cheeks, lettting him see how fucking drenched I am for him.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know.”

“I want to hear you say it.” It’s almost sinister, low and husky.

“Fuck me until I can’t see straight. Until I can’t move.”

“Beg me.”

“P-please…” I growl, I demand. Anger roils in me at the challenge, but good goddess, I want him to make me whimper. I’d crawl on bloody knees for what I know he’s about to do to me.

He enters me again, sliding so smoothly, silkily, the velvet river of my arousal drenching the two of us, welcoming him into the deepest recesses of my being. He doesn’t need to ease in after all this time, I’m slick and ready. I’m made for him.

He pumps his cock powerfully once, then twice, skin slapping with his effort. It’s hard enough to make me gasp, to knock my breath out just for a moment.

“Harder!”

My lover slams his hips against my ass cheeks, slapping once, twice, then again. His speed increases the rhythm, the beat of our bodies pounding together. Our rhythm fills the room, consumes my world. The roll begins like a primal beat of drums in the distance. Thunder on the horizon.

My moans become a song, melding with his low exhalations.

And all I can do is stretch out my hands in front of me, bracing against the headboard, bracing down onto my knees, pressing my chest, my aching breasts into the bed as he starts to pound into me, thrusting deeper and harder, faster.

---