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His hand is on my back now, between my shoulder blades, firmly pushing me forward until my breasts touch the cool surface of the cushion and my ass is in the air. My sex feels swollen and puffy and ridiculously exposed to him, and I’m having trouble breathing. But for once in my life, it’s not from anxiety, but from rich and heady excitement.
He slips his finger back into my pussy, coating it with my desire before pulling it out and tracing it over the crack of my ass. Then, slowly and methodically, he works his finger into the tight little hole. It feels huge—an unwelcome and wrong invasion—and I try to wriggle away from him again, but he’s having none of that. He delivers a sharp smack between my legs. It gets my attention, but it also has my pussy pulsing with little vibrations of ecstasy.
He unceremoniously pushes his finger farther into my ass, and I gasp at the sensation. It feels forbidden, but oddly erotic as he slowly slides it in and out. With his finger still buried between my cheeks—holding me still in the most humiliating but oddly erotic way possible—he slips another digit into my pussy and begins to make little circling motions with both of his fingers. It feels so good I think I’m going to die. Another finger is pressing against my clit now, and the exquisiteness of it all is overwhelming. His fingers work together, each driving me higher and higher with the constant stimulation. I moan and buck my hips toward him. I’m desperate for more. He chuckles.
“Not yet, baby. I’m not letting you come just yet. We still have a way to go into the darkness.”
He pulls his finger out of my ass and my sex and I feel suddenly empty and bereft. And needy. Tears of frustration gather in my eyes. I have never wanted to come so badly in my life. I don’t have long to think about it because he’s lying down next to me, pulling me on top of him, my back to his chest, as his cock spears into me from below. My pussy pulses around him with mini tremors. I am hovering on the edge of combustion. He smacks my sex softly, and I instinctively try to close my legs, but he’s having none of that. He uses his feet and legs to hold me open and continues to tap my pussy. I’m crying now, tears of need and pleasure cleansing my soul.
He stops and flips me over, opens my legs wide with the instruction to keep them there, and then leaves me alone for a few minutes. My anticipation heightens with the passing of each silent moment. The unexpected wet warmth of his tongue on my clit takes me by surprise, and I jump, but quickly relax as I melt into the delicious sensation. He licks and flicks and sucks on the engorged nub as he spears two fingers inside of me, pressing up against that hidden bundle of nerves that I didn’t even know I had until I met Noah. I’d always heard about the G-spot, but nothing I’d read had prepared me for the intensity of the feeling triggered by having that area stimulated, the first time by Noah’s fingers and then by his cock.
This time, he rubs relentlessly, keeping up the pressure as an indescribable sensation begins to build, only to ebb slightly before intensifying even more. It’s almost painful, but not exactly, and I have the sudden undeniable urge to pee. Too caught up in the frenzy of my body’s response to form a coherent sentence, I try to jerk away from Noah, but he holds me in place, never letting up.
“I have to pee.”
“No, you don’t. Give yourself over to the pleasure. Let yourself go, baby.”
I shake my head. I can’t. It’s too much. But I have no choice. I buck and contort my body, trying to get away, but Noah doesn’t let up. If anything, he presses more forcefully, pushing me past the point of what’s comfortable. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The pressure builds, and I feel like a water balloon about to burst. I’m barely aware of my body writhing wildly as Noah continues to tongue my clit as he roughly thrusts his fingers inside of me. I’m equally sure that I can’t possibly take it anymore and that I never want it to stop. Not that it matters. My body belongs to Noah tonight, and the decision is his. Euphoria blooms in my belly as heat suffuses my entire body, spreading through my insides like coffee on a cold day.
Everything ceases to exist as I hover suspended somewhere between some disoriented delirium and reality. There’s a roar that seems to start in my ears and move over my entire body and, having lost all sense of where I am, I imagine Noah is the ocean, the wave that is about to crash over me, obliterating me.
Just as I feel the wave about to crest, he places his other hand just above my pubic bone and presses down—hard—and I scream as the surge crashes over me, sweeping me under in a flood of sensation. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. Tears fill my eyes, flowing over my cheeks from the sheer raw emotional force of the sweet release. But he doesn’t stop; he just keeps fucking me with his powerful hand while his equally clever tongue teases my clit, and I just keep coming and coming, one orgasm flowing into the other until my body is shuddering under his hands. It is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced—powerful, deep, and seemingly never-ending.
He pulls the blindfold off, and I struggle to focus on his face, which is right in front of mine. His eyes are beautiful, the window to a soul that’s made of sheer sex and masculinity steeped in aged whiskey. It’s dark now, and out in the middle of the ocean, a million stars blanket the sky like pinpoints letting the lights of heaven through. He bends forward and kisses me slowly, and I’m lost. I would do anything for him, give him all I have to give. My trust, my submission, my heart—they’re his for the taking.
He gently turns me over onto my stomach and sinks his fingers inside my pussy again, opening me. Usually after I climax I feel sated, sleepy, and ready for cuddles, but right now my body feels amazing, like everything that just happened was priming it for what’s still to come. I’m still turned on, and I crave the feel of Noah inside me.
“Please. Fuck me, Noah.”
He replaces his finger with his cock and drives into me with such force that I grunt as my entire body lunges forward. The weight of his body pins me to the cushion beneath him, forcing his cock into me at a downward angle so that it hits my G-spot again. Using his body as leverage, he holds me immobile as he batters into me, and this time the orgasms come more quickly, stealing my breath as they’re forced from me.
“Milk my cock, sweetheart.” His breath is hot against my ear, and my pussy convulses around him at the raw command.
With his cock still buried inside of me, he grasps my hips, yanks me up onto all fours, and drags me to the edge of the cushion, but my muscles are bankrupted by pleasure and my arms are shaky. He reaches forward and grabs my hands, and I have a moment of panic as I lose my sense of balance and feel like I’m going to fall. But he has me, his fingers wrapped firmly around my wrists, and I have no choice but to trust him to hold me and not let me fall. Its occurs to me then that that’s what intimacy with him is—a perpetual letting go and putting my body and my trust in his capable hands.
He holds my arms behind me as he drives into me, and I hover over the chaise lounge, dependent on him to hold me up. If he lets go, I’ll fall. But I know he won’t.
“Give me one more, baby.” He’s pounding into me, and although I feel that familiar overwhelming tightening in my core, the thought of another climax is unimaginable.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t do anything.” The reprimand is sharp and punctuated by a particularly sharp thrust of his cock inside of me that makes me gasp and has my pussy already beginning to spasm. “You’re mine, and I assure you, you can do anything.”
He continues to fuck me hard and fast, daring me to contradict him. Once again, the pressure builds, and I’m suddenly teetering on the edge of the unknown darkness only Noah can take me to.
“Come for me, baby.”
With a keening wail, the dam breaks again, and this time I’m going to drown in the flood of sensation that pulls me under, past lucidity and into some dark, sacred place I’ve never been before. I’m dimly aware of Noah’s war cry as he comes with great shuddering thrusts, but I’m at his mercy, finally conquered and broken by pleasure.
He carries me below deck and gently cleans between my legs with a warm washcloth before tucking me in under the covers. He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me to him, holding me in the dark, seeding my dreams with images of him as I fall asleep.
