Page 25 of Depths of Desire
When the tip of his dick touched me, I was ready. I didn’t need to try and see. I didn’t need to test it and assess it. The sense of relaxation came all over me as he let his weight do the work.
My hand held him, guided him to it, and he simply let himself fall through my fist and into me.
The pain was sudden, but it was blissful. It radiated white heat through my core, feeding my soul for that one magical moment before Oliver paused and let it pass. Its warmth spread through me, and Oliver lowered his hips another inch, dipping into me with growing ease.
And when I thought I could be happier, he leaned his torso down and wrapped one arm around my chest and shoulders, holding me while he filled my body.
The cry of pure joy that ripped from my lips dominated the room, melting away into a softer moan as Oliver swung his hips back and eased them forward again. So it began, the dance I wouldn’t forget until my dying breath, the sensation I would think of every time I woke up, and the pleasure I would compare everyone else to.
Impaling me deeper, Oliver yanked my upper torso off the mattress, crushed his mouth against my ear, and let out a hard-earned grunt, kissed my earlobe with parted lips, and thrust his hips down with increasing speed.
Sliding his dick into me seemed like an effortless task after a little while, sending ripples of immeasurable pleasure through my body all the while his teeth grazed the side of my neck. His hand dragged over my sweat-covered chest and to the base of my strained neck, holding me as I cried out and moaned and grunted. He thrust his hips close to me, smashing our bodies together, filling me with his entire size, and rubbing his dick hard against my prostate.
Each moment, so fleeting and fabulous, catapulted my soul out of my body.
My body tensed, skin taut over flexed muscles, toes curling until cramps formed deep in my feet. It didn’t matter. Hardlyanything mattered beyond Oliver and me and this impossible thing between us.
He was a stranger in a strange place, but he delivered every deep craving I’d ever imagined. He took me as if I had been his since the dawn of time and had his way with me like he cared. Like he cared that it was good for me.
I grunted, choked on my own sounds, as sweat gathered on my brow and my back. Our bodies pressed together as if to keep warm, but the fire within us was unstoppable.
I lost myself in Oliver’s arms as we sank into the mattress, my legs spreading, ass lifting, lower back curving deep as he fucked me.
His thrusts intensified, his teeth grazing the skin along my neck, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. One hand coiled around my throat, holding me on the verge of breathlessness, until Oliver slammed into me, making my voice break through my hitched breath.
“Harder,” I cried. “Fuck me harder.”
Oliver let go of my torso and my neck, grabbing my wrists and letting his torso lean fully against my back, he slid into me until no more of him was left, impaling me down his entire length, making my heart swell.
Each move, each tremor passing from his body into mine, sparked pressure and warmth through my prostate and my whole body. The sensation was so impossible to resist that I surrendered myself to the violent tides that hurled me beyond the edge of the map.
I threw myself into the depths of pleasure, letting my soul out and allowing Oliver to grind me into the mattress, friction driving my dick crazy with desire to come.
I whimpered that I was close, and Oliver grunted his assent, keeping the pace exactly the same, a maddening constant that didn’t let me steer from the path.
It came as a rolling thunder, rising swiftly to its crescendo until my whole body contorted, muscles convulsing and eyes rolling back. Cum sprayed the sheets beneath me, its wet warmth smeared against my abs.
The shuddering sensation passed from me to Oliver, making him moan for three long seconds before he buried his dick deep inside me and throbbed so hard I felt it in my eyeballs.
He trembled all over, his body plastered against mine, sealed in sweat and sheer desire for closeness. His pulsing cock sent ripples through my flesh, tingles soaking into my muscles.
I’d needed this. I’d needed someone to wreck me, burn me down, ruin me for a night before the daylight could put me back together.
Oliver slid out of me, leaving a searing trail of tingling inside of me, and wrapped his arms around my torso again, pulling me onto my side.
He didn’t speak.
Did he ever?
Yet in the silence, I found peace that I had been searching for. The urge to break it with chatter was gone. It was finally a silence I could enjoy.
It was like this that we drifted off to sleep in the mess we had made, not even thinking of washing off. The distant fire and our own flesh gave us all the warmth we needed.
Something that had been empty in my chest for a terrifyingly long time seemed full. The starved beast was fed.
And just before my mind abandoned the shores of consciousness and drifted away with the tides of dreams, I felt Oliver’s soft fingertips sliding along my chest in a tender exploration.
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