He grunted and shoved in some more.
The discomfort was erotic and sensual and when he hit full depth and buffeted up against my clit, I knew an orgasm would be easy to claim.
“I can feel it,” he said. “The plug, against my shaft.”
“Yes, I can feel it, too. All of it. All of you.”
“I want you to come,” he said. “Now.”
“I will…oh…”
He’d ground his hips, working deeper into me and rotating over my clit.
“Oh…oh…I’m…”
It was there, so fast. A brilliant bright and willing climax.
I held my breath as it grew, then burst. My pussy spasmed, my asshole clamped tight and my clit bobbed against his body.
“That’s it, come for me,” he said, not letting up with the wicked rubs of his body and shunts of his cock. “And hold it there, you’ll come again.”
I cried out and closed my eyes. Sensation overload. He kept on doing what he was doing, and the moment the orgasm began to abate, another was there.
“Again,” he demanded. “Come again around my cock.”
“Jonathan… Master…”
“Now.”
I yelped as burning heat tortured my right nipple. He’d removed the clamp and again the return of blood had taken my breath away. It stung and bit and sent more ropes of desire and excitement winging over my skin.
“Freya, I order…you to…come.”
He was close too, I could tell. His shaft was rock solid, his voice strained.
The rubbing on my clit was relentless and I allowed myself to spiral into another orgasm. I pulsed and shook, came hard and struggled to catch my breath as my back arched and bowed on and off the bench.
He gripped my breasts in his big hands and drove in and out of me like a man possessed. If I hadn’t been so swept up in pleasure it would have hurt, this wild treatment, but I lapped it up. Allowed it to take me to new highs where my orgasms owned me, and my heart overspilled with love for Jonathan.
“I’m coming. I’m coming in you so fucking high in you I’m fucking coming…” he yelled, then moaned my name. Completely uninhibited and abandoned, he released his cum and his masterful demeanour slipped, allowing me to feel and see into his soul.
I stared at him as he screwed up his face in pleasure. “I love you,” I gasped.
He didn’t reply. He was lost to his moment. I hoped my words had entered his soul on a very primal level in his few seconds of abandonment and he’d never forget them.
“Freya.” He caught my mouth with his, his chest pressing against his hands which still held my breasts.
I kissed him and yanked my arms and legs, again wanting to circle them around him.
“You’re so fucking awesome,” he said onto my lips. “I’m never… going to want…to stop…doing that to you.”
“That suits me.”
The stillness after such frantic fucking seemed to swell around me. I closed my eyes, sinking inward on myself as my last orgasm abated.
Jonathan lifted up, then slid from me.
I moaned and stretched my toes and fingers wide, then let them relax.