I thrust upwards and shoved her down harder on my dick, increasing the tantalizing friction that stroked every sensor I possessed. I stared at her in rapt awe. “You’re not just fucking my dick, baby. I feel you everywhere.”
“Arjen, I’m there, baby,” she cried. Her rhythm slowed and her pussy spasmed around me and snatched me off to heaven with her. I synced with her rhythm, riding into paradise, with my head thrown back, and my lips parted and paused on whatever word was stuck on my tongue.
She had dragged me so deeply under, I wasn’t sure if I was making a sound because all my senses were spent and burning in the flames we created together. Our harsh breaths livened up the aftermath of our explosive passion.
“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” she whispered. Those were the words of encouragement every man prayed to hear during sex.
“Me either.” I gazed at her so deliciously naked and spread across me.
“I’m convinced that your body was made for me, your pussy my paradise.”
A tender kiss was brushed across my lips before her arms went around my neck. She pooled her strength and poured it into the embrace she wrapped me in. The closeness was giving me a peek into another aspect of a relationship that I didn’t think was for me.
I returned her caress, allowing the intertwining sensation to consume me as the notion hit that I was taking part in a level of intimacy I never expected to cross my path.
We stayed locked in the embrace for minutes, breathing each other in, until she made the first move, fanning her wet heat over my dick that was already hard again.
“You’re a fucking miracle.” she said, staring in awe for a paused moment.
“You have no idea how you look and how good you feel, but my dick knows.” I bit into my lip while letting my gaze drop over her. “So fucking wet. And tight. And deep. And hot. I will keep going until my dick says, “fuck it” and gives out.”
The little giggle she released made my heart flutter and drove home the realization that I enjoyed making her happy and giving her pleasure. I stared into those beautiful lust-filled eyes and grasped ahold of another fact. I was in trouble. My mind was in trouble. My dick most certainly was in a world of trouble.
I flipped her, putting her under me. “My turn. I need to see how hard you can take your dick.”
Missionary was not a position I cared for because I’d never wanted to be that intimate with the women I slept with. With Mecca, it was almost a requirement. I wanted to see every detail of her face and body while I lavished her in whatever pleasure she craved. She was probably half my size but managed to make me feel like we were equal in every way.
I shoved my arm under her left leg, sending it high and over my shoulder, opening her wide. Her other leg, I lifted up and sat across the top of my ass.
“Now that I know you can take it, I’m going to fuck you harder than I did the last time. If you try to run or push me away, I go harder.”
At those words, she bit into her lip, accepting my arrogant promise.
I started slowly, easing my way in, reveling in the feel of me sliding into her soaking heat. Her body was desperate beneath mine, buzzing with a passion that had the ability to place us on the path to raging bliss.
The slow pace I initiated barely lasted a full minute before I started pounding into her, so hard that the extra firm mattress thumped and squeaked beneath us. I laid my head against her shoulder, which pushed her leg even higher and allowed me to go deeper. Her ragged screams tore into my ears causing her to tighten her bruising caress that was in contrast to the deep fucking we were engaged in below.
My name was a breathless, repeating scream, set among heaves and whispers, and laced with a tone that fell between sensual moans and erotic cries. She got a grip on my chin, turning my face into the nook of her small shoulder, as her mouth sat a breath away from mine.
We were a steady storm of emotions up top, while I drove home a rough pounding of our sensual dance below. Hard down-driven thrusts reached in deep, meeting her rolling invitation.
“I knew you would like a good hard fuck.” My words rushed out, bouncing off her cheek. Each time our hips met, I swear the impact caused sparks to fly. Our special blend of passion was set free to roam our bodies, feeding us everything we could ever want, everything we could ever need, everything we’ve never had.
“Arjen.” My name was a long stretching breath that bounced off the side of my neck before it danced into the air above us. She was there, and she was taking me with her to the place that set my dreams on fire. Our powerful moves forced her leg off my shoulder, but I kept it trapped in the bend of my arm.
Her lips found mine and even as our pounding bodies raged on, she managed to place the sweetest kiss against my mouth, fitting our lips together so perfectly, her possessive energy raced through my blood and shot off in every direction.
Our lips stayed together until we came, screaming each other’s names. “Mecca…” I breathed, realizing that her pussy gripped me so tightly that she was taking me from the bottom.
The connection we shared while we were alone, in our world, was too good to be true. Was it always going to be like this?