The pure pleasure of her release made her eyes water, and then he thrust deep inside of her, and she felt him in the very center of her body. The pressure of his cock inside of her rubbed outward against her clit, even as the weight of his body pressed against it. The pleasure was almost excruciating, always rising higher, like a wave that would never crest. An almost frightening excitement gripped her heart, and she stared into his eyes, her mouth agape in silent awe. She couldn’t move, only receive him, and feel the massage of his cock deep inside of her.
Her eyes closed, for she found the pleasure almost unbearable. “Look at me, my love,” Sedrak growled. His fingers moved to her hair and pulled it tightly in his fist. When she opened her eyes, she saw his love for her burning behind his need and his possession; he clung to her hair tightly and pulled hard, but she barely felt it because she was overwhelmed by the screaming pleasure between her legs.
She clung to him and buried her face in his neck, the musky scent of his body filling her nose, a pleasure layered upon the slick sweaty heat of his heavy body over hers, the pulsing drum of her aching clit, desperate for release, and the hot hardness of his cock, sawing inside of her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but words could not leave her mouth or even form. The wave of pleasure burst suddenly, and her vision blurred as her body jerked and her limbs shook, and she heard herself wailing as though in pain, but all she felt was a height of pleasure she had never imagined. Her flesh squeezed Sedrak’s cock in spasms, each time making her gasp.
Her body seized and went stiff for a moment, and when she opened her eyes she saw that Sedrak was pleased with her, satisfied with what he had done. As her body went limp, he began to take his own pleasure from her. He moved gently, then faster, and finally roughly with a need that was like her own had been only moments before. He threw his head back and she felt the hot liquid of his seed fill her as he drove deep into her body, touching places she had never felt or imagined before.
Sedrak’s weight sank onto her body, and she felt him shudder several times as he spent himself. Stars crept into her vision from the sides, and she thought for a moment she would faint. After a while she realized she had been holding her breath, too consumed by her pleasure to remember to breathe.
Sedrak pushed himself up on his forearms and stroked her hair, his face suddenly overtaken by concern. “Did I hurt you, my love?” he asked.
She shook her head, and he touched her lips. His skin was hot and damp with sweat, and she traced her fingers over his collarbone, the muscles of his chest. She had never felt this complete, this safe, this possessed, and she never wanted the feeling to end.
Sedrak brushed his lips over hers and rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He was still inside of her, pulsing, teasing the aching pleasure between her own legs.
Leola closed her eyes as he covered her mouth with his, the shape of a playful smile on his lips. His hand cupped her bottom and ground her body against his. Inside, she could feel his need growing again, pulsing against the inside of her body.
He lifted her arm and lay it out alongside her head. Her skin was damp with sweat, as if she had just stepped out of the water. Gently, he slipped from inside her, and rolled her onto her side. His fingers traveled to the slick wetness between her legs, drawing his leaking seed from her engorged pussy to the eyelet of her ass.
His fingertip circled her hole, making her eyes fly open, a new pleasure and a new fear gripping her. His lips were close to her neck, with his free hand he gathered and pushed her hair from her face so that his lips could brush over the back of her neck. His hot breath made her shudder as he whispered, “I must have you completely.”
His fingers were slick with her juices and his, and so when he pushed one finger inside of her, it slipped in easily. The dull ache she had felt before expanded inside of her, and she realized that she wanted to feel him inside every part of her. She wanted the fullness of his manhood in her bottom as well.
He pushed her to her belly, and stretched her ass open with two fingers, gently fucking her while he stroked her hair. “I must have you every way,” he said. “Are you ready for me?”
She could feel his reinvigorated cock against her thigh, hot and heavy, pulsing with his need. His fingers worked their way around inside of her, pressing against all sides of her canal, down toward her pussy, where she was still pleasantly sore from his lovemaking there. He pulled up, and a sensation of sweet aching traveled through her tailbone.
He drew his fingers along her spine after pushing her hair up and over her head, spread out on the bed above her. His fingers slipped from her body and the familiar throb of emptiness made her heart fall, as if on a swing.
He lifted her hips so that she was turned up to him, and stroked her hair again, his hands gently pushing her to the furs, telling her to remain as she was, turned up to him, giving herself to him because she was his, letting him have her as he wanted.
The tip of his cock was wet with her juices when he pushed the smooth crown against her eyelet.
There was no similar pain as he entered her, for he
