Page 35 of Tortured Eyes
My eyes drift closed again, sensation consuming me. The second they open, I’m leaning over him, my forearms holding me up, but my body is on fire. Pleasure builds and my pussy pulses with need.
“What? Wait…” I slur the words as I try to wrap my head around the missing seconds.
It’s so fucking hard to think while he’s pounding into me, building me up higher and higher. I squeeze them closed, hoping to hold off the climax that I can feel igniting.
We’re sitting, face to face, my legs wrapped around his hips and his arms holding me to him as I bounce on his hips. The pressure builds, the need to hit that spot to push my climax to the max driving me forward in a frenzy. Closing my eyes is out of the question. Each time I do, it’s like I black out or I miss something, and I don’t want to miss the best part. My skin slides over his, dripping in sweat, both of us breathing deeply as we move together, desperate to find our release.
I push harder, tilt my hips faster and suck the air into my lungs deeper, all in an attempt to come. I want my body to fly apart and dance with the stars.
“God, yes, I need to come.”
I lean back and let him thrust as hard as he wants, listening to his continued grunts as he starts pushing me over the edge. My heart seizes for a moment, teasing my body before releasing and letting my centre detonate. As my body rides out its own pleasure, he doesn’t let me go. He holds me up as he follows and releases his own climax.
I’m on the floor, sticking to the dusty surface and looking around for him. My vision comes in and out, blurring as I focus. A cross. A dark cross. I try and focus on the image, but my head plays stuttered images of everything we did with a dark shape in the background, the feeling of utter bliss taking me away.
“Shh, don’t fight it. Fuck, you were something, Red. I hope you remember this.”
