Page 33 of Vicious Arrangement
The spasm that hits is deep and sudden, and she cries out, and I end it, slowing my fingers, sucking on the bite.
But I need more. I need her.
I push her thighs apart with my free hand, and then, pulling her hand off me, I pull out my fingers, pushing her panties to the side and I thrust into her.
She stretches, and I push home. Shuddering.
“Oh, god! So fucking good.”
Her words swim through me like music and I pull almost out. Then I thrust into her, over and over. She’s tight, welcoming, slick. Her cunt clutches at me, sucks, and I’m barely holding on. I kiss her hard, wanting her breasts, wanting her mouth more, and I move a hand between us and begin to stroke her clit.
With each thrust, she raises her hips to meet me, and I’m finding it hard not to just unload. But I want her to come again. Come properly.
So I keep up the rough and measured strokes on her clit, I keep the thrusts into her hard, long, deep. And she teeters. Her fingers clench at me. Her legs wrap about my hips and her moans and gasps go from music to beautiful chaos.
Then it happens.
Her body tightens. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and I lift my head to look at her. Our eyes lock, and I press down on her clit. She comes, spasming around me, her face complete joy and pleasure as she orgasms around me, each clench hard enough to rock my world and make me grit my teeth because I want her pleasure first, and she’s making it so fucking hard.
But her final cry reverberates, and she starts the secondary throbs of her orgasm. I finally give in to the urge to come, and it burns down my spine, up through my tight balls and along my shaft where I twitch and come, filling her.
And it’s fucking beyond insane. It’s divine. Pure, wonderful release and ecstasy.
“Oh my god…” she whispers, slurring. “That was… wow.”
Wow indeed.
She gives me a small push, and I roll off, tucking myself away.
Aria’s eyes are shut, and she turns, but I know she’s awake. Is she waiting for me to… what?
For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.
There are times when it’s done, some small talk is exchanged and we part ways. Other times I hold the woman, or I fall asleep for a while.
There’ve been so many scenarios.
But I’ve never encountered whatever this… is.
And I don’t know what the fuck to do.
I get up and look at her. “Aria?”
But she doesn’t answer. I stand there, like a fool.
After a minute, I turn and use her bathroom that’s across from the bedroom.
When I return, she’s curled, asleep this time, and I…
Yeah. I don’t know what to do.
I’m still fucking dressed. Shoes on. So I decide to go. Need to, anyway.
This shouldn’t have happened, and I shouldn’t want it again, longer, slower, dirtier.
Fuck.
I start to sneak out, my hand fumbling for the door handle in the darkened living room when something big rushes at me and knocks me down.
