She tries. Chokes. Pulls back with tears in her eyes.
I curl my fingers around her throat and squeeze.
Her pupils dilate, until there’s only a circle of green around her irises.
I try to tell her without words that she's safe. That I won't hurt her. That she can stop anytime, and I'll still think she's extraordinary.
"Breathe through your nose," I murmur. "That's it. Good girl. Now try again.”
She does. Sinks down again. Takes me deeper than before.
And swallows.
I increase the pressure on her throat. Feel my cock encased therein. Fuck.
The world tilts sideways.
"Harper. You’re doing so well.” My blood pumps at my ankles, mywrists, even in my balls. Surely, this is the closest I can get to a spiritual experience.
She hums around me.
Deliberately.
The vibration detonates up my spine and into my brain, scrambling every thought except that she’s mine. Mine.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to come." I warn.
Her answer is to take me deeper. To swallow again. To look up at me with those eyes that say, 'I want this,' and 'give it to me,' and 'I'm not afraid of you.'
She’s asking me for permission.
She’s also challenging me.
And telling me that she trusts me.
I extract my arm from under my neck and slide them into her hair. “You’re going to take every last drop of my cum.”
Then the orgasm hits me. It obliterates me. Tears through every defense I've built, every wall I've constructed, every lie I've told myself about not needing anyone.
My body jolts. The release decimates me. I come with a raw and broken, and entirely too honest sound. And my Ember? She takes everything I give her like it's a gift, instead of a weakness.
That’s when I release my hold on her throat. “Come with me,” I choke out on a broken, gravelly note, forcing command into my words.
Her body shudders.
I pull out of her slowly. Take in her swollen lips and tear-stained face.
Her eyes roll back in her head. With a low whimper, a gust seems to crest over her body, and she climaxes soft and sweet.
When I reach down and twist her nipple, she moans. Her body jolts. With a cry, she shatters further.
For a few seconds, I watch her flushed features. The pulse beating at her throat. The sweat drying on her shoulders.
When she raises her heavy eyelids and slowly meets my gaze, she looks freshly fucked. And horny.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
My stomach tightens. My chest catches fire. Lust slams through me, causing me to harden again.
