I cried out, I wept his name again and again as I came apart on him, his body my bed, his arms walls around me shutting out the world that wasn’t us, sheltering me; his lips whispered prayers to my body, worshipped my name, sang love to me.
I came and I came, and his growling predatory snarl told me he was keeping his back, making this moment last as long as possible and I wanted it forever, to never end. To feel him impaled full and iron hard and silk soft inside me and his hands all over me touching me so I became a wild creature of savage pleasure with every instinct unlocked and unleashed, screaming on him, snarling as I came around him endlessly, pleasure waves rolling one after the other, one into another, until there was only the breathless sobbing wonder of us, of us, of us.
“Give it to me, Errol,” I gasped, when I had breath to even whisper, voice shaking.
He couldn’t speak, could only groan, growl, got my name out,Poppy, god, Poppy…
I sat up, sat forward. Tucked my feet under my shins and rose up to gyrate, rolling my hips.
He whimpered, a soft male groan of desperation, the agony of ecstasy.
He tried to sit up, but I reached back and pushed him down, braced my hands on his thighs. “Let me,” I whispered. “Just let me take it from you.”
He grasped my hips, caressed my ass, and held me as I moved. Helped me lift, brought me down. And then just held on to me for dear life as I began to roll my hips, faster and faster, taking him deep with each gyrating, grinding roll of my sex onto his throbbing erection.
Held me, groaning my name.
When he began to push against me, when his grip went painfully fierce, I slowed. Instead of rolling to get a full slide of his length, I spread myself apart to take him deeper, seating lower on him, leaning forward and pushing my hips backward, angling him away to draw this moment out.
He was truly crazed with need, now, trying to move, but I had him at my mercy, and my desire was to make this a moment that would be imprinted forever on his very soul. Deep, so deep. Felt him throbbing thick, and with nothing between us, I felteverything. He was so huge within me, stretched my sex so I felt each vein and ridge and ripple stuttering past my nether lips, felt the thick vein on the underside against the edge of me. Leaning forward like this, facing his feet, I needed only to balance with one hand on his leg, and with the other I reached between my thighs to feel where we joined. Felt his heavy soft sac and caressed it, massaged it.
He cried out, nearly weeping with the need to explode, but I wouldn’t let him. Slow shallow thrusts, a tease of a roll, so he slid through me, so he pulsed inside me, pulsed ever so slightly deeper…
“Poppy, fuck, please, my love, please.”
I laughed with delight at the mad desperation in his voice. The plea. “You want to come, now, Errol?”
“Have to, Pop, fuckinghaveto.”
“How hard are you going to come, when I let you?” Slow, so slow. Almost not moving. Just sitting harder on him, pushing deeper and deeper yet, angled forward until he was strained to the very edge, until his erection couldn’t angle any farther away without causing real pain.
“So fucking hard.”
“Are you going to fill me, Errol?” I teased him again, pulling up just a touch, then slamming down. “I need you. I want to feel you fill me.”
“Poppy, you don’t even understand. I need to come so bad it fucking hurts.”
“Do you love me, Errol?” I asked, turning to gaze at him over my shoulder, more teasing, not-quite-enough rolls of my sex around him.
“I love you so much, Poppy. So much it scares me.”
“Ask me again, Errol.”
“No. You give it to me when you want me to have it.”
I bent forward further, and he hissed, thrust or tried to. I caressed his sac, and he groaned. Cupped him, squeezed until he cried out.
I needed it too badly, then, to draw it out anymore.
I sat back on him, lifted up. His drawn-out groan became a cry of disbelief, of raw explosive release, or what was the beginning of it. When I rose up until he nearly slid out of me, he snarled, and when I finally sank down, his voice broke, because that was when he finally received his full climax.
I felt that vein on the underside of him pulsing as he exploded, and he was trying to grind into me, but this wasmineto give, not his to take, and I controlled the pace. I kept it slow, rising up, a series of shallow rolls, feeling him pumping inside me, feeling him fill me with thick wet heat, and then I slammed down until my ass met his thighs with a loudslapand now,nowhe came. Fully and truly—what he’d felt before was only the precursor, the first warning tremors, and his voice broke and he couldn’t cry out, couldn’t growl, was rendered mute and breathless as I gave him what he needed what I needed, what we needed—full rolling slamming unrestrained thrusts, and I held myself up and gave over to him, rode with him, let him slam up into me as hard as he could, as hard as he needed, bodies meeting with thrust after beautiful thrust, and I touched myself and I came with him, screaming with him and he came for what seemed like an eternity. I felt his seed escaping me, plunged deep and smearing around his still-sliding shaft, felt it thick and wet, felt myself so full of him, dripping with him, and I never knew such a thing could be so beautiful.
When he stopped pulsing, I kept going. Riding him and taking him until there was nothing left, until he began to soften.
He finally lifted me off of him and turned me in his arms and gathered me so he could kiss me, kissing my cheek and lips and nose and forehead, so he could kiss me until we were breathless all over again and whispering words of love…
She shuddered on me.Head on my chest, her lithe curvaceous body belonging to me, given to me. She tapped my breastbone with a finger in time to my heartbeat—tumtum…tumtum…tumtum.
