Page 56 of So Close

The feel of your pectoral, biceps and shoulder contracting and releasing as you thrust your fingers into my slick core is incredibly erotic.

The orgasm builds, straining my body.

It’s entirely physical and entirely not because my soul is trembling, and my heart is aching.

You watch me unravel. “There’s more,Setareh. Give me this, and I’ll give you the rest.”

The dark promise goads my desire. My hips lift and fall, fucking my greedy sex onto your pumping fingers. There is pressure as you rub into my thrusts, stroking over and over until I’m mindless for release.

“Kane –”

You cover my mouth with yours. Pressing your thumb and fingers together, you apply pressure to my clitoris from within and without. My body locks at the abrupt brutality of the surging pleasure, then I writhe, moaning, my sex tightening and clutching at your fingers. The orgasm is violent and stunning. I hear the rumble of your voice, low and soft, comforting, but the roaring in my ears drowns the words.

Breathless and dazed, I sag boneless into the fur throw beneath me. You blanket my body with your own, your skin so hot it nearly scorches. Your weight soothes and shelters me. I cling to you, running my hands everywhere, kissing you anyplace I can reach.

Your mouth slants across mine for a heart-stopping minute, then you push up onto one forearm and shove the waistband of your pants down just enough to free yourself. You take your penis in hand, stroking it from root to tip in a tight fist. Your erection swells further, lengthening and thickening. I swallow a moan. Everything about you is oversized as if the universe was so captivated by your promise that it gave you more than your share.

With fast, strong tugs, you prime your body for mine, your gaze hotly feral on my face as if challenging me to take you at your most extreme. It’s deeply sexual watching you touch yourself, pleasure yourself. You’re rougher than I would be, your knuckles white with strain, your biceps bunching as you stroke.

Your jaw is tight with determination as you use the broad head of your erection to part the lips of my sex. You are so aroused you’re slick with pre-ejaculate, providing lubricant that blends with mine. You notch the broad crest into my opening, and your eyelids lower heavily as if the contact has drugged you. The pressure of your entry is daunting. It’s also delicious.

“You’ll take me,” you assure me, with a soft slurring of your words. “We were made for each other.”

I adjust the angle of my hips and am rewarded as a few inches fill me. My back arches and my body strains into the sensation.

“Oh …” I moan. “You feel so good.”

Your low, deep groan vibrates through me.

Sliding one hand beneath my hips, you lift me, using short, hunched lunges to drive deeper in small increments. The snug fit causes the thick crown of your penis to drag decadently back and forth over urgently sensitive folds, creating friction that’s an intense delight. Your biceps bunch and release as you circle my hips into your slow, easy thrusts, teasing my sex with the promise of ecstasy. My core tightens, trembling with renewed arousal, and you growl, the sound so raw and animalistic I, too, go wild.

Erotic demand is thrumming through my veins, thick and hot. I want to shift, mold my curves to your rigid planes, signal to your rutting instincts that I am in desperate heat, but you are a monument of a man, and I haven’t the strength to move you.

My only solace is the sounds you’re making, the deep groans and stuttered breaths. Your pleasure arouses me to a fevered pitch. Erasing your pain with vivid, mindless pleasure is a goal that consumes me.

You withdraw completely until the wide head of your penis heats my labia, then thrust hard, finally sinking to the root with an exultant roar. The pressure is sublime, and I hold my breath, absorbing that secret sensation of your pulse beating so deep inside me. You pull out, then plunge again, the deep penetration fluid now and luscious. Pleasure is coiled tighter, ratcheted to the limit, poised and impatient. My sex trembles around you, stimulated merely by your size and the staggering elation of being joined with you wholly.

Your teeth catch your lower lip as my core pulsates rhythmically around your hardness. With a low moan of tormented pleasure, you rotate your hips. My orgasm breaks with such force that I scream. You growl with triumph and begin to fuck.

My hips thrust frantically upward, chasing your withdrawals because I can’t bear to let you go. Your hips buck hard into the V of my thighs, your body a powerfully sexual machine committed solely to pleasure. You’re lost in the moment, voracious and relentless. You grow rigid, breath caught, then shout hoarsely and ride my climaxing sex with unbridled lust. Your orgasm is long and wrenching, your big body wracked with violent tremors aligned with the pulse of each thick ejaculation.

Gasping, dripping sweat, you kiss me as if you’re a moment away from death and my mouth alone can save you. We share the very air we breathe. Your lungs draw in my frantic exhalations, and you pant your breath into mine.

Holding you against me, I stroke your heaving back, gentling you as your body quivers in the aftermath. I’m taking the full force of your weight, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m achingly aware of your delicious fullness inside me, your heated length dominating me in the most primal way.

Long moments pass. What are you thinking? If someone occupies your thoughts, is it me? I run my big toe up and down your calf, telling myself it doesn’t matter.

Eventually, you murmur, “I was right.” Then you nuzzle your sweat into my skin.

“About what?”

“You didn’t have a single thought about pizza.”

I laugh, relieved, and hug you tightly, feeling your lips curve in a smile against my shoulder.

“Let’s renew our vows,” you murmur, kissing my neck.

My body responds to your proposal, tightening around your penis with possessive delight. You hum your approval.

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