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By (user no longer on site) OP
38 weeks ago
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Her breathing was still uneven, her head resting on my shoulder, skin damp against mine.
I held her there, still deep inside her, feeling every flutter and aftershock.
She let out a long, shaky sigh — the kind that said she thought it was over.
But I wasn’t done.
Without warning, I shifted my grip, pressing her harder into the wall, my hips drawing back only to drive forward again with a sharper, harder thrust.
Her eyes flew open, confusion melting instantly into a raw, unguarded cry.
“Wait—” she managed, but her hands clung to me instead of pushing away.
I didn’t give her time to recover — every stroke now was deep and relentless, each one pulling another sound from her until she couldn’t even form words.
Her legs tightened around my waist, nails digging into my back as her body shook under the intensity.
I could feel her slipping — her breath catching, her head falling back, the sounds from her throat half-moan, half-whimper.
I kept her there, right on the edge, building her higher than before.
Her muscles clenched around me in a desperate rhythm, her voice breaking as she came again, harder this time — so hard her whole body went slack in my arms for a moment, like she’d lost herself completely.
I held her through it, still moving, still deep, until she shuddered one last time, almost limp against me, the pleasure written across every inch of her.
Her cheek pressed to mine, breath hot and ragged, and I knew I’d just taken her somewhere she hadn’t been before.
She was still catching her breath, body loose in my arms, when I shifted my grip and forced her to look at me.
Her eyes were glazed, lips parted, but before she could form a thought, I thrust into her again — not slow, not gentle, but deep enough to make her gasp like she’d been shocked.
Her hands came up against my chest, not to push me away, but to cling, as if the floor had dropped out from under her.
I kept the pace brutal and unrelenting, my hips slamming into hers in a rhythm that stole her breath before she could take it.
Every time I bottomed out, she made this broken sound — half moan, half plea — and I didn’t let up.
I wanted her undone.
I wanted her unable to think, only feel.
She tightened around me, body twitching under the pressure, her head snapping back when I shifted the angle just right.
Her nails raked down my back, her legs trembling, and I could feel her slipping over the edge again — but this time I didn’t slow, didn’t give her space to ride it out.
I pinned her harder, my hand gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes to stay on mine while her body convulsed around me.
Her vision went hazy — I could see it — her mouth open, silent for a beat as if the pleasure had taken even her voice.
And then she broke completely, shattering in my arms, every muscle clenching, her whole body trembling so violently I had to hold her upright.
She was gone — lost in it — her eyes rolling back, her moans tumbling out in ragged bursts as if she couldn’t get enough air.
I didn’t stop until I felt her legs give out entirely, until she was just weight in my arms, breathless, dazed, and shaking with aftershocks that wouldn’t end
She sagged against me, her whole body trembling, her forehead pressed to my shoulder like she was trying to hide from the intensity.
Her chest heaved, each breath shallow and uneven, and I could feel the fluttering squeeze of her body around me — still clenching without control.
I didn’t move at first.
I just held her there, deep inside, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, keeping her pinned to me.
Her hair was damp against my fingers, her skin hot and slick.
When she thought it was over — when her breathing started to even just slightly — I rolled my hips, slow but deliberate.
The small motion tore a gasp from her, her nails digging into my shoulders as if to anchor herself.
“Please…” It was barely a whisper, more air than voice.
But I didn’t grant mercy.
I kept her there, shifting just enough to keep that raw, oversensitive ache lit.
Every tiny movement sent another shudder through her body, her thighs twitching helplessly around me.
Her head tipped back, eyes unfocused, lips parted but no words forming — as though her brain couldn’t catch up to what her body was feeling.
Her muscles tensed and released in erratic waves, chasing pleasure she no longer had the strength to control.
I held her like that, my arm tight around her waist, my other hand gripping her jaw so I could watch every flicker across her face — the way her lashes fluttered, the way her mouth fell open on a soundless moan.
And just when she seemed to float in that edge-space between surrender and collapse, I pulled her tighter, thrust once, hard and final — and she shattered again, a silent, breath-stealing climax that left her boneless in my arms.
I stayed inside her, holding her close, letting her feel every inch of me until the last tremor faded… though the look in her eyes said she wasn’t sure they ever truly would. |
