Losing control.
The whole bed is shaking, hitting the wall with each deep and hard thrust, and I can feel the tension in my whole body pulling taut, ready to snap.
He slows down and straightens, grabbing my hips with both hands, to get more leverage, angling me slightly up before increasing his pace.
“Nate—”
My legs start to shake and blind spots darken my vision.
There’s a strange crazed look in his dark blue eyes as he watches me. My breasts moving with his hard thrusts. My lips parted in agonizing pleasure. His hands gripping the small of my waist to prevent me from headbutting the headboard.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me.”
One of his hands leaves my waist and his thumb lands on my clit, rubbing gentle circles.
The tension snaps. Waves after waves of pleasure force my body to shake and contort uncontrollably, my hands flying forward to try and hold on to him, because I’m flying, falling from outer space, and I need to ground myself to him.
“You’re so perfect. Look at how pretty you come. Feel how tight you’re gripping me,” he says, before he releases a deep masculine moan seconds before I feel his cock start to throb inside of me, and his hips stutter. He leans forward, thrusting more slowly now as I keep panting and shaking and grabbing at him.
He curses softly as I finally come down from the high, the shaking reduced to some shivers where his lips drop kisses, where his fingers brush me.
“Those orgasms are no jokes,” he chuckles in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t think I can move ever again,” I say with a satisfied sigh, barely over a whisper. “You might have to carry me from now on.”
“Gladly.”
He kisses me. A soft, languid kiss, and I melt under him, safe and satisfied under the reassuring weight pressing me into his bed.
“Remember two nights ago when I said that I never came that hard?” I ask.
“Not something easy to forget, sweetness.”
“I think you’re magic,” I say, closing my eyes as his kisses slide to my throat. “Because not only did I come harder tonight, but I think I’m craving another round.”
He chuckles before straightening up, pulling out slowly, his cock already half-hard again.
“I did ask you to come here because I had something I wanted to show you. Then, we’ll have as many rounds as you’ll let me…”
I groan, arching my back to stretch my contracted limbs. He comes back two minutes later, still naked but out of his condom, a tablet in his hand.
“I had to busy myself today, so I had a lot of time and decided to work on your photos…” I blush, turning my face away. “Most of them are PG 13, don’t worry.”
My gaze snaps to his, only to find him smirking at me. “What do you meanmost of them?”
“There might be a couple where we were in the range… But since we kept our clothes on and your back was to the camera, it’s not too scandalous.” He settles next to me, lifting his arm when I wiggle closer to place my head on his chest. “Although, what was happening can be read quite easily on my face.”
“Dear god,” I groan, hiding my face in my hands.
His chest rumbles under my head with his deep laughter. On the tablet, he finally opens the correct file with an enthusiastic “ah”.
My head lifts up in surprise.
“You’ve edited it,” I say, certain, and he shakes his head in response.
“I barely played with the lightning.”
He scrolls through the different shots, showing me pictures of a woman I don’t recognize. A woman that is supposed to be me. A woman he actually sees when he looks at me.
