Page 52 of The Stars in the Sky
I moaned in response, the orgasm on its way.
"Tell me this means something. That this is going somewhere," he said again.
"Stop manipulating me through sex," I gasped.
"Tell me this is going somewhere," he repeated, vehemently.
"No!" I yelled.
He kept going, increasing the thrusts, fucking me hard against the mirror, watching my eyes the entire time, not letting go of my clit, bringing the tension, the pleasurable tension in our bodies up more and more, until we had to have a release. We had to. We’d die if we didn't.
"Tell me this is going somewhere," he yelled.
"Yes! Goddamn you, Will!" I screamed, "This is going somewhere. I could fucking fall in love with you if I let myself."
And with that, he said in my ear, "So let yourself," and thrust in hard and stayed there, so that it set off my reaction, and I shook, my legs collapsing, Will holding me up. My body flooded with the pleasure of the release of that sweet orgasmic tension and this set him off. He thrusted into me hard and high up in my body, hitting my fucking womb or something, and came.
I don't know how he held me up, but he did, his muscles shaking, and then he gently pulled me backward and onto the bed with him.
"This is going somewhere," he whispered as he held me, and I nodded my head to agree.
