Page 60 of One Secret

'My God... you're a fucking machine,' I praise, lifting my face to the sky and my ass to his assault. 'I love the way you fuck me...'

I'm surprised by Cyrus's next words. His hips never cease, he ruts me harder and faster, never yielding, never quitting. But his words are nervous...

'Baby, something...' Cyrus groans as I tighten around his member. 'Something's not right...'

Panting, I try and look back but his thrusts keep knocking me forward, upsetting my balance.

'What...' I'm jolted before I can finish my sentence. I have to try again. 'What's wrong?'

Cyrus grunts again then moans in obvious pleasure. Even as he says:

'I can't cum.'

'What?' I blink back at him.

'I can't cum,' he repeats. 'It won't, it won't happen. I mean...'

'Are you hurting?'

'Fuck no. Shit, this is... fuck me, it's heaven baby. It's amazing. The edge. It just... it's never-ending but I... I'm not cumming.'

My grip slipping on the rocks, my breathing shaky, I try and hold myself up and keep my words even. With the right angle, I can catch the color in Cyrus's face, the blissed-out look of pleasure-pain on his features, the sharp but beautiful agony in his eyes.

There's no fucking way, I'm not letting him drown in that. As I'm drowning in him.

'It's okay,' I tell him. 'I'm... I'm not going anywhere...'—Shafted to the rock as I am, it would be hard to, anyway—'I'm not leaving. Just keep going, Cyrus. Keep going until you break. I'll stay with you. I'm loving this. It's phenomenal.'

'Always...' he mumbles to himself as his hands grab a tighter hold on my waist and he shifts so that the tip of his shaft brushes a highly sensitive stop deep in my core.

I squeal and then moan my approval.

'Always what?' I gasp.

'It's always phenomenal with you. Fuck me, you make me see stars. You make me taste the sky.'

'Aah...' I moan as he hits that sensitive spot over and again. Each strike is keener, each stroke is sharper. I feel ready to snap apart in acute pleasure... 'The orgasms you give me are mind-bending, baby. I'll take as many of them as you can give me. Just keep going...'

'Couldn't stop if I wanted to...'

The onslaught seems endless. Every time I reach a new peak of pleasure, Cyrus tilts his hips or moves his hands and he's working an entirely new sensation into a frenzy. When I hit my limit there, he shifts again. Thrusting slow, thrusting hard. Pushing deep or rocking sharp, quick, and shallow. Throughout it all, he strokes at my clit, teases my core, and works at my breasts. He cries out in my ear, he twists my jaw to kiss me long and deep.

Then we break apart for him to thrust hard and heavy again.

Over and over.

And over...

I have no watch. No means of telling time besides the sun over our heads. And celestial timekeeping has the least of my attention right now.

I've lost count of how many orgasms I've had. Each one now an almost painful scream through my sensitive flesh. One that leaves me trembling to my very soul.

When Cyrus's thrusts finally become irregular, when he begins to moan on a pained curse, I know we're close. I'm drained, I'm bruised. I'm more than a little sore. But I'm also so blissed out that I can barely see straight.

'Let me around,' I tell him when his hands become clumsy on my hips and he starts to lose himself to the beginnings of his orgasm.

'What?' he garbles, totally gone to his own waves of sensation.

'I want to see you,' I insist.

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