The tightness clenched me, yet I slid in easily with her body ready to take me.
“OH GOD!” she yelled, and her head fell back. Her eyes were closed, breasts jutting out and not one fucking goddess I’d ever seen depicted looked close to as beautiful as Ophelia in this moment.
I trembled at the sight of her. Being deep inside her made all the wrongs in my life disappear. I held her waist again and my mouth went to her exposed neck to lick and kiss while I started rocking my hips and slowly pulling back then sliding in hard so that both of us were given the deepest sensation.
“Eli,” she breathed my name grabbing my head and holding my face close to her neck. My breath hot against her skin, the scent that was uniquely Ophelia surrounding me, engulfing me. “Harder, I need you harder,” she panted.
“Fuck,” I growled as the man who was trying to give her pleasure began to morph into a hungry animal at her request. I wanted to pound into her until we were both screaming our release. As heavenly as she felt with each slide into her body, I knew the moment I began slamming inside her it would lead to earth-shattering release.
“Please,” she begged when I didn’t immediately begin fucking her the way she wanted. The desperation in her plea sent me barreling into the darkness, intent on giving her what she wanted and what I craved.
My hands moved to grab her ass and the soft flesh filled my hands. “You want to be fucked hard, baby?” I asked as I gave her the first forceful entry.
“YES!” she cried as our bodies slapped against each other.
Squeezing the plumpness in my hands, I let the monster clawing inside me free and hammered her willing body.
“OH GOD! YES! AHHHH!” Her cries drove me on. The attempt to allow her to savor it was gone. Desire, need, and pleasure were leading us both.
“So fucking wet,” I said into her ear. “You’re soaked. Naughty girl gets hot over being fucked hard.” I was triggering her, and I knew it. She wanted to hear the words.
Her body shook and her nails clawed at my back. “Yes,” she panted. “I want it,” she agreed. My words were sending her closer to a release.
“This sweet tight pussy is mine. It wants me to fuck it. I want to lay you down and taste it. Lick you until you can’t take anymore.”
“OH GOD!” she moaned, and her head fell back again just as her body began to shake and I could feel the first clench of her orgasm on my dick. “ELI! OH!” she managed to choke out. I kept going. This wasn’t it. I would make sure she had more than one. Even if the pull to follow right behind her to my own release was strong. If I could hold off long enough, I’d give her three.
“You want my tongue sliding inside you?” I whispered close to her ear then bit the lobe. “Flicking your clit until it hurts you want to come so bad? Giving me all that sweetness on my tongue. Then I’ll pump you with my dick again until I’m coming so deep inside you we are both fucking lost.”
I was exciting myself with the image I was describing to her. The sounds she was making told me it was doing the same for her. The frenzy building in her again soared and with a loud cry, the next orgasm hit her. She bucked wildly beneath me. My name coming from her lips in gasps. Watching her, hearing her begging me to stop, to keep going, it all drove me harder. She didn’t know what she was saying and it no longer mattered. The roaring in my ears muffled everything and I gripped her hips, she lifted her knees as if I’d asked her to. Her eyes opened and she watched me pumping into her. Her breathing hard, breasts bouncing, when she licked her lips I broke.
The climax was an explosion. The kind of euphoria that claimed you.
“FUCK!! HOLY. . . . GAH!” I yelled the words as the most intense moment of my life rocked through my body.
“ELI! I can feel it! Oh!” She once again began to quake and the third orgasm I wanted to give her crashed through her body. I pulled her against my chest. My body still experiencing tremors of pleasure.
Even if this woman found a way to destroy an already broken man, I would never regret it. Some moments were worth losing your soul over.
JUNE 12 / 10:06 PM
Ophelia Finlay
I LAY IN my bed watching Eli sleep. He’d held me as we fell asleep together. Or I pretended to fall asleep until he was breathing deep and even. My thoughts weren’t going to allow me to shut down that easily. Today had been perfect. Too perfect.