“Need more,” I grumbled. Him just hovering there, filling me, made me even more aware of how overfull I was.
He seemed to get it, the smart man that he was, so he pulled out.
Slowly.
I shivered, whimpered.
He pushed back in.
Slowly.
I moaned, shuddered.
My nails dug deeper into his ass, pressing him for more, needing more, not even knowing what I desired, then he began to move.
Harder.
Faster.
Not too hard.
Not too fast.
Just right.
Just what I needed.
A shocked breath escaped me, a sharp gasp that had my head rocking from side to side, pulling at his hold on me as I tried to absorb the sheer welter of feeling he was making me experience.
A sob escaped me as he did this thing with his hips, burrowing down somehow so his pelvis ground into me, and like that, sparks began to burn behind my eyes.
The feeling was insane, so much more than when he’d gone down on me.
My mouth opened, and I stared blindly above as the sensation he forced on me pushed me from overwrought to insensate.
And then, his tongue slipped into my mouth, and his fingers tightened on my throat, and sensation returned in an explosion that had me screaming with the ecstasy filtering through my body like it was a drug I could get addicted to.
Likehewas a drug I could get addicted to.
If that was the case, I knew I’d need to make him a junkie too. Even as my brain flooded with dopamine, I knew that this had to be mutual.
If I was ensnared, he had to be as well.
So, I thrust my tongue against his, tightened my pussy around his cock to the point of pain, because my body was still sparking from my orgasm, and I didn’t stop, rubbing myself against him, urging him on until he came.
His orgasm was silent.
So quiet, I wasn’t even sure he’d come, then I realized how still he was, and when he sagged on top of me, I’d admit to being a little freaked out by how contained his release was when mine was so violent.
Pushing that thought aside, I curled my legs about his hips, wanting him close, but not wanting to crowd him with octopus arms.
When he fell asleep on me, his heavy weight wasn’t displeasing. If anything, it was a comfort.
So I nuzzled my face into him, appreciating the scent of us more than I’d expected, and decided to sleep too.
With him inside me.
And for some weird reason, it felt good.