As I floated back down to earth, I was aware of only one thing; I needed more. Desperately.
When our eyes met, it was like Tri knew, because his eyes were burning with the fire of need.
“More,” I said, and then he was on top of me, already pushing into me. I was wet and ready, and even with his size, he slid in easily. It hurt slightly, but the pain only added to the pleasure as his hard length slid past every pulsing nerve ending.
He rose above me, hovering on his forearms, his muscles rippling with the effort. I let my hands wander over his burning, sweat-slick skin as he began a rhythm, pulling back and plunging in, his hips swiveling to get just the right angle.
It didn’t take long until we were frantically trying to get as much of the other as possible, our mouths and bodies entwined, stroking, caressing, grasping, and crying out. Tri’s mouth found my breast, nibbled, and swirled his tongue across the pebbled surface, and my fingers dug into his scalp in response, dragging along his skin to his neck. When his mouth returned to mine, I bit down on his lip. He gasped, then covered my mouth with his, kissing me roughly until I was breathless, claiming me, demanding I submit.
There was nothing in the world but the two of us, the pleasure, the sweat, our gasping breath, our hands and bodies twisting and arching and moving. Tri’s orgasm began to build just as mine did, his length growing harder, rounder. I lifted my hips to meet his wild thrusts, the pounding strokes as pleasureful as they were painful. He reared back then in again, the new angle allowing him to sink to the hilt.
It was all I needed, and I came with a scream of his name, the sound ripping from my center in a rush of air as my entire body tightened. As if the motion had sent him off, Tri pulled out just before he came with a roar, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto me.
My entire body was shaking and shivering as the waves of my second orgasm faded, leaving me breathless, sweaty, and entirely spent. Tri’s chest was working as he breathed in lungfuls of air, as though we’d just swam another hundred yards out to sea and back.
Then he collapsed beside me, and we stayed silent, trying to catch our breath—no words needed to explore what had just happened.