Women climax with their mind as much as their body—a fact I learned too late in life. It might be why not many women screamed my name before Thalia. I ignored their mind, the emotional side of sex, and how open they were with me.
Things are much different now. The more relaxed and focused on herself Thalia is, the easier triggering her orgasm becomes. I learned to read her mood better. When she’s stressed or tired, initiating sex is different than when she’s rested and cheerful.
Now, she’s fucking desperate.
Hot, bothered, and needy like I’ve not seen a woman before. She struggles. I think she hates me a little too, but I hope it’ll be worth it. I cup her face and capture her lips with an intense kiss, working her up again.
My cock is harder than a steel bar, but I won’t give up. I’ll get her there, even if I’ll end up spilling on the sheets just from watching her thrash on the bed, hands tied behind her back with one of my ties because she tried to get herself off after the third denied orgasm. Curly hair sticks to her neck, a mist of sweat glistening on her olive skin.
“Patience, little one. Hold on just a short while longer.” I move lower, down from her neck, tending to both nipples before I close my lips on her clit. Thalia cries out, the swollen bud sensitive to every flick of my tongue. Every time I eat her out, she gets to the edge faster, and by the eighth time, it only takes a minute before she’s right there, ready to be tipped over. She mutters in Greek, probably swears, and threatens to castrate me if I don’t stop the torture.
Eight should do it, right?
She’ssoworked up, so needy. Her whole body vibrates every time I touch her.
“Now,” I say in her ear. I flip her over, so she lays flat on her tummy, straighten her legs and cross her ankles. “Brace, little one.” I drive into her with one smooth thrust. We both let out a moan—hers desperate, mine low and satisfied.
“Oh... yes!” she gasps and lets out a strained puff. “God... you feel so good.”
She feels amazing. She’s always tight, but in this position, at this angle, there’s barely any space. Warm, soaked walls spasm around me as I pull back and rock into her again and again, gaining pace, hitting that one crucial spot.
“You’ll come on my cock, even if it’s the last fucking thing I ever do,” I growl, driving into her faster with each satisfied sound flying out of her sweet lips. Audible, titillating moans spur me on, doubling my efforts.
She’s close.
So fucking close.
I can tell by how her breathing hiccups, the exhales falling further apart.
“Let go. Stop fighting,” I say, keeping the demanding tempo intact. “Stop holding back on me. I’m here for you.” I lean over her, kissing a line in the crook of her neck. “You’re safe with me, baby. Always safe. Let go.”
That seemingly insignificant change in position changeseverything. Thalia stills in my arms for a second, and then...
“Oh God, oh God! Yes! Yes!” She switches to Greek, shaking uncontrollably... and she’s coming.
She’scomingonmy cock.
“There it is,” I pant, my muscles on fire, but I thrust my hips forward, in and out, harder and deeper. “That’s it, baby. That’s it...”
I could walk on water right about now, watching her spasm beneath me, an erotic, epileptic explosion of ecstasy. The intensity of her orgasm knocks the breath out of her for a few long, delirious seconds. The spasming of her pussy around my cock borders on pain. Addictive, pleasant pain that triggers a tingle of pleasure in my spine. The sensation wraps itself around my hips and erupts as I spill inside her, my chest heaving, lips glued to her nape.
“Finally,” I rasp, pinning her to the matters with the weight of my body. “You came, little one.”
I slide out and move over, stroking her spine.
“Best. Orgasm. Ever,” she breathes. An exhausted half-chuckle, half-moan leaves her lips as she kisses my chest. “You’re amazing...” she sighs, eyes glossy when she lifts her head off the pillow. The bliss on her face makes the agonizing hour worth it.
She’s been absentminded and on edge since the break-in. We both have, but the grim unease fades into the background tonight. Tonight, it’s just us, locked in a bubble.
At least we were in a bubble...
The heavy atmosphere returns as soon as our breathing comes back to normal. It hangs in the air, foretelling that whatever the fuck that break-in was about isn’t over.
Waiting for the ball to drop is nerve-racking.
My watch shows seven in the evening, and as much as I’d like to spend the rest of the evening in bed, getting Thalia off with my cock now that I know shecanorgasm that way, we’re supposed to meet my brothers at Nico’s restaurant. Shawn and Jack want our help with some wedding-related shit.
“Can you sit down?” Thalia asks half an hour later and points to the couch when we’re ready to leave.