He groaned, fisting his hands in my hair, struggling to let me control his torture. I licked his pebbled nipple, then blew across it causing him to shiver. I felt myself growing wet with the knowledge that I alone held the power to make this strong man beg. I flicked his lonely nipple gently with the tip of my finger and felt him buckle beneath me. We both groaned. I was having a very hard time keeping things slow as I could feel myself throbbing with need. My core craved to have him where he belonged, as did the rest of my body.
I moved my attention from his nipples to his neck, where I nipped him with my teeth. He started to pant. I nibbled on his earlobe just as his hands found my breasts. His fingers brushed my pebbled buds, causing me to contract on top of him. I moaned against his neck, praying he’d apply pressure.
When he did, I lost all pretense of going slow and kissed him. I ravished his mouth, kissing and biting his lips. I was controlled only by need. He kissed me back just as urgently, still maintaining his torturous caress of my breasts. I brushed my core against his member, still enclosed behind his pants, and came. It was a small release, but opened me to him in ways I hadn’t experienced before.
I began to feel what he must have been feeling this whole time. It was like being one person with two bodies. The feelings intensified to where I could literally feel what I was doing to him. I heard his thoughts at a distance. We were finally fully completing the alma se funden, the soul merge.
We turned so he was on top of me, crushing my breasts in his palms. I was in ecstasy. He moved from me for a second to remove his pants and I heard someone whimper. I was slightly appalled to realize it was me. All was forgotten two seconds later at the look of pure male satisfaction on his face. He knew he had the same effect on me as I did on him and it made him very happy.
He scanned my body from head to toe, then his gaze lingered on my breasts. I knew what he was going to do seconds before he did it. Even if I couldn’t feel him in my head, it was written in the expression on his face. He dove at my nipples, taking time to fully arouse and torture each one properly.
My hands fisted in his hair and I begged for any type of release. The sensations were too much for my sensitive skin. He kept his bottom half just far enough away from me so I couldn’t find release by rubbing against him. I was like a cat in heat. I heard myself begging him, pleading with him to enter me. I needed him inside me more than I needed my next breath. He relaxed his assault on my breasts and held himself immobile, inches from my body. It took me a full minute to focus on his face, inches away from me.
“Look at me.” He was as breathless as me, but firm in his demands. I forced my eyes open to look into his passion filled teal ones.
He slid into me and it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. He wanted me open to him in every way. He tried to be slow and gentle. I could feel his intent, although it was pointless since I was bucking beneath him. I needed him desperately. I gripped his shoulders, thrusting my pelvis along his shaft. I leaned my head forward to kiss him, but he held himself completely immobile.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he finally capitulated. He kissed me deeply, almost bruising my lips with his hunger. My nails scrapped down his back in the ecstasy of impending release. He pounded into my wet core, sliding in with ease. It was no longer a painful coupling as it had been the previous times, but a glorious act of mating between lovers. I matched him thrust for thrust, feeling my body work its way to that final precipice. I felt my shields start to rise and he stopped.
“No, look at me. Let me in. Let me love you.” He waited until I relaxed again to start moving inside me. I kept my eyes open, concentrating on his. I distantly felt the pleasure building, but forced myself to concentrate on Raif. I loved him and wanted him more than anything. He was completely open to me, letting me feel what he felt, hear his thoughts, and know everything about him. I was the one holding back.
I forced myself to relax in his embrace, loving him as he loved me. The orgasm came as a surprise to me, splitting me into a million pieces. I was completely open to him, vulnerable in a way that I’d never allowed myself to be. He came seconds after, causing my body to continue to react in bliss.
Subconsciously I saw an image of our souls. Each was broken, not split in half, but more like Swiss cheese. They were iridescent shadows of us with parts missing. Each part that I was missing, his soul had, and each part his was missing, mine held. In my euphoric dream state, I watched as the two souls slammed together, becoming one beautiful bright being. It hurt my eyes to look upon the incandescent beauty of our soul, and I had to look away. I opened my eyes, gasping for breath as I did so, not realizing I’d been holding it. I looked into Raif’s eyes and saw a similar expression of awe reflected in his face.
“Did you see that too?” I breathed. He simply nodded. “That was amazing. Do you feel different? I feel fuller, but stretched, like I’m trying to fill two places.”
“I feel you,” he
