Page 74 of Wrecked for Love
“I want you to let go, no need to hold back,” I whispered.
“But…you know how easily I?—”
I knew all too well. Tonight, I wanted to watch her writhe and squirm with moans she couldn’t curb. “That’s exactly what Iwant. Will you do this for me?” I pleaded. Hell, I wouldn’t leave this bed without having this woman come at least three times, be it in agony or comfort—fast or slow.
Her reply was hesitant. “Yes…”
I leaned in. “Do you trust me?” I sealed the question with a kiss while my fingers played with her sensitive bud.
She welcomed me, her core wrapping my sheathed length. Starting with gentle, shallow thrusts, I pushed deeper into her. My hands gripped her slender waist as I guided her. Inch by inch, she took me—her calls so carnal, so free.
“I feel kind of guilty…” she drawled, the words more a formality than true remorse. There was nothing guilty in the way she moved or in the tone of her voice, only want—a deep, undeniable craving. Maybe she was offering me one last chance to make her wait, but she was already past the point of hesitation.
“No guilt,” I said, firm and sure. “I can feel it. You’re close. Come for me, baby.”
As I spoke, her core throbbed against me, causing her luscious lips to part in sheer bliss. The air was filled with the sound of her moans, and I simply kissed them into me.
I patiently waited, allowing her to recover from the ride. Her pussy swelled, red and hot, gleaming as I withdrew. She lifted her head, eager to witness the sight. My cock was still hard and begging. She moved to reclaim the distance, signaling she was ready to carry on.
But I stopped her. I was aware of how addled she could become after a big orgasm. I wanted her to be clear-headed when I posed the question.
I leaned in, whispering, “Sweetheart, would you let me take you bare?”
A spark ignited in her eyes, illuminating her face like a constellation of fireflies dancing in the night sky. “I’d love that,” she replied.
I lowered myself, kissing her with passion and gratitude while my hand removed the condom from my cock.
Time has a way of fooling you—you think you’ve got plenty of it until you realize you don’t. I wasn’t about to let a single moment slip away just because I once believed there’d always be more. I wanted to experience the raw intimacy with her, with nothing separating us.
She slowly widened her thighs. I knew what she needed, and I was the man to fulfill it, just as she had granted my wish. My thumb began tracing her clit, starting off slowly and gradually picking up pace, causing it to swell even more. Her thighs quivered wildly, and her hips danced with an insatiable craving. The room was filled with her panting, as if she had run out of breath. But her voice, oh my goodness…her voice was loud and feral. It was easy to forget she only had one lung.
Once again, I entered her.
How I felt her. Her tight hold, her wetness, her feminine warmth.
Then she lifted her head slightly, calling my name.
“You feeling okay?” I asked.
“No.”
Heart in my throat, I almost pulled back. But she stopped me, wickedness all over her face.
“I’m feeling damn fine,” she rasped, yanking me toward her.
I was inside her all the way—rubbing, poking, pushing. All she could do was moan. It was clearly a heavenly paradise for her, and just witnessing it brought me immense pleasure. I set a moderate rhythm, allowing her to savor every sensation while keeping myself from going over the edge. Each glide ensured the perfect amount of friction that I knew would drive her crazy.She moved in step with me, as if we were two parts of the same thought.
As the intensity grew, I quickened my thrusts, and she eagerly followed suit. I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and lifted her to me as I straightened my back and watched my cock go in and out of her. It was a seamless dance, her hips swaying in harmony with mine. Then she looked at me, her eyes and the rise of her breaths forming a single cue:I’m ready.
A satisfied smile curled on my lips.
“I want you to have yours too,” she gasped, her breath coming in short bursts.
It was fucking tempting, but tonight, it was all about her. I held on, resisting my aching cock while letting her enjoy her climax once more. I loosened my hold on her body, letting her recline on the bed before I leaned down and joined her there.
“Of course,” I whispered, gently nibbling on her lips and prolonging the pleasure, not wanting it to end. I rested on my elbows, my hands clenching as I fought against the release building inside me. She was still enjoying her second, and this time, I kept going. “I’m almost there, Baby Chili.”
Our lips pressed together, nearly biting with hot pleasure as we reached a breathtaking climax together. Her core clenched my cock as I released. No barriers between us, just the pure connection of our bodies intertwining. I raised myself slightly, gazing at her serene face, a beauty I had never witnessed before. I begged the heavens, hoping this moment wouldn’t be the last time I held her in my arms like this.
