"Good. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His dirty talk pushes me closer to the edge. I've never experienced this before—sex that engages not just my body but my mind, my imagination.
"Nate," I moan as I feel my orgasm building.
"That's it, baby. Let go for me."
The orgasm crashes over me with an intensity that leaves me shaking. I cry out his name, my body clenching around him.
He sinks his full weight onto me, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips. I feel my body relax, his body heavy on top of me, grounding me.
"I'm not done with you yet," Nate growls in my ear. He pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. "Turn over."
I comply, rolling onto my stomach. His T-shirt falls off my face and I can now see the rumpled sheets under me, my knuckles white as I grip the pillow.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me up onto my knees.
"Arch your back for me," he commands, and I do, pressing my face into the pillow.
He enters me again with one powerful thrust that makes me cry out. This angle is deeper, more intense. His fingers dig into my hips.
"You like it like this?" he asks, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair.
"Yes," I gasp, barely able to form words. "God, yes."
He tugs gently on my hair, pulling my head back. "I can feel how much you like it. You're so wet for me."
"Touch yourself," he instructs, his voice strained. "I want you to come again."
I reach between my legs, finding my clit still sensitive from my first orgasm. The dual stimulation is almost too much, but I'm already climbing toward another peak.
"That's it," he encourages, his thrusts speeding up as his hand reaches around, finding my breast. His fingers roll mynipple, pinching just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through my body.
"Oh god," I cry out, my fingers working faster against my clit.
"You like that?" His voice is ragged. "Tell me how it feels."
"So good," I manage between gasps. "Don't stop."
He doesn't. His cock drives into me while his fingers continue their exquisite torture on my nipples, tugging and rolling them between his fingers.
"I'm close," I pant, my body tensing. "I'm going to?—"
The orgasm hits me with even more intensity than the first. My inner walls clench around him, my body shuddering with release.
"Fuck," he growls, his rhythm faltering. His fingers dig into my hips as he slams into me one final time. "Elena—" His body goes rigid against mine, and I feel him pulsing inside me as he comes.
We collapse onto the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us breathing hard. His weight is heavy on my back, but it feels so good.
After a moment, he rolls onto his side, pulling me with him.
We lie together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing.
"That was..." I trail off, unable to find adequate words.
"Yeah," he agrees, keeping one arm draped across my waist. "It was."
We cuddle in comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching our breath. His fingers lightly graze my hip.
