Because Of Love

She nodded her ascent stiffly. At that point, she would agree to anything if it meant sating her ache. He quickly did away with her panties then lay flat on his back, his fingers slowly stroking her thighs as she knelt over him, his engorged weepy dick poised to make an entry. She stared at it, red and angry, and she wondered what the hell she was about to do. It looked like it would rip her in half if she let it. How had she taken him that first time? As if sensing her hesitation, he sat up and with one hand at the back of her neck, pulled her towards him and claimed her mouth. The instant their lips touched, all worries flew away and she returned the kiss with wild abandon, throwing her arms around his neck and lowering until she sat on him, plastering her body against his. He hissed against her lips, broke the hold she had around his neck and held her still as he lap back down, his hungry eyes staring up at her. His hands dropped to her waist and he pulled her forward, then pushed her back making her body jerk twice, her toes curling up with the unexpected pleasure from the friction of her core against his rod. She looked down as he moved her, lips strained and a tick working in his firmly clenched jaw. He wasn’t inside her but he was definitely under her.

She shifted her pelvis, pushing her ass up and out. She whined at the increasing pleasure the new position gave her. With each pass her clit made over his penis, her body twitched and her breath grew more labored. She needed more. She leaned down, hands on his hard chest for leverage, and rotated her hips and ground down on him. He hissed, his chin tilting up as the back of his head burrowed into the pillow, the muscles in his neck pushing out as they tightened. A deep animalistic guttural sound pushed through clenched teeth, and he cursed in Italian, his hands leaping from her waist to her thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh as if beckoning her to move faster. Want, lust, and a strong sense of power swelled within her, pulling her into their undertow, switching their roles and making her the dominant. She lowered her hands behind her, clasping his strained muscled thighs for leverage and more control over the speed and depth of pressure. She was the one in control of their pleasure now.

Talia closed her eyes as she chased, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and biting down hard as she increased her tempo. The chase grew even more desperate, one hand shifting forward to his chest, her fingers digging into the flesh as she ground down harder on him, she needed more. She sat up, balancing on her knees as she danced on him, her hips moving back and forth then side to side, whimpering at the sharp pleasure that intensified with each gyrating pass of her swollen flesh over his throbbing erection. Her hands unconsciously moved to her breasts and she pinched the tight pebbles, as she squeezed the heavy flesh. As she drew nearer and nearer to her release, her movements grew erratic. She felt his fingers dig into her thighs as he forcefully pulled her forward, breaking her rhythm. On the trip back, she felt him at her entrance, stretching her to accept him. She stilled, feeling too full. She drew in a sudden shocked breath when he shifted under her and pushed in with one hard stroke. Choking sounds came from her constricted throat as she bent over from the intrusion, her eyes tightly squeezing shut. Her trembling knees came off the bed as her body shook, lifting up to her chest to press together. Her spasming hands shifted from his chest to his thighs as they searched for a place to hold onto as her body began a shaking rumble of a rocket ready to launch. Then the string tying her to sanity snapped, and ecstasy flooded her body and she convulsed on top of him, her core squeezing the thick member inside her as her mind disappeared in a fog of pleasure. He hooked his fingers behind her knees and forced them apart and down onto the bed. Her body jerked as another bolt of pleasure shot through her, air suddenly short in her lungs.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Move,” he commanded, his voice strained, his breathing harsh. But how could she, when she had no control over her rapturing body?

Not waiting, his hands clamped onto her waist and he moved her, back and forth, up and down until her body, wanting more of the orgasmic drug, adopted the rhythm and began to dance on its own accord. He was right. Pleasure tasted ten times sweeter in her own hands. She felt him begin to shake under her, his hands were everywhere, sliding up and down her thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh, reaching for her breasts, squeezing until they hurt and finally fell to her waist, gripping her tight. His legs seemed to kick behind her, his hips pushing up off the bed, lifting her repeatedly as if she was riding a bucking wild horse. His hands on her waist as if trying to pull her up, mumbling and cursing. She opened her eyes to look at him then. His head, black strands of hair plastered to his perspiring forehead, jerked from side to side, his eyes clenched so tightly shut that the stress lines around them were like deep barrows. His tightly clenched teeth, exposed by his parted lips that seemed stretched to the limit looked like they would break if he didn’t release his jaw soon. She watched him, riveted, in the throes of his own pleasure and finally understood what he meant. She loved that she was doing this to him, the addictive power that came from knowing that she made him titter at the edge of total loss of control, of pleasured insanity, all with a roll of her hips. She finally saw the satisfaction that he spoke of when he watched her come.

Her body suddenly jerked, almost shooting off his lap like she’d been tasered. She looked down to find the culprit. Rafe was drawing circles on her clit with the pad of a trembling thumb. He wanted her to join him in the throes of passion as he hustled down towards the edge of the cliff. Her body began to pull and snap as tension coiled within her until finally she shot off him, knees pressed into the mattress of the bed as she fell forward against his wet chest, ass in the air a complete shaking mess with just the head of his dick still inside her, tightly clumped in place by her pulsing core as she screamed her second release. Feeling featherweight, her cheek on his shoulder, and her forehead pressed to his neck, she listened to his harsh breathing echoed by the wild beat of his heart. Her body dropped and she mewed as she took him inside her again. As she lay there on him in the dying embers of a mind blowing orgasm, she came to a decision, one she knew she had to keep, as difficult as it will and had proven to be.

Rafe began to pull away from her hurriedly, his trembling hands pushing at her. She wondered why, knowing for certain he hadn’t come. His body was so tense, muscles strung tight like he was holding back. She couldn’t have that, especially since she was determined to keep her word. They wouldn’t be doing this again. There would be no repeat of this. Quickly, she rose and seated herself fully on his lap, gasping when he sunk deeper into her still convulsing womb.

“Talia…” he said her name as if he was in pain. Judging by how much bigger he suddenly felt inside her, that thing would fall right off if he didn’t let go.