Faster, then. Harder.
I settle into the realization that not only can she take all of me, she can’t get enough. She needs more. She’s taking all that I am and demanding more of me.
She angles a hand between our bodies and finds her clit, letting me set the pace, now, and touching herself in quick rough circles, her knuckles moving against my belly just above where we’re joined. She starts whimpering, sliding down to meet me faster and harder, and her head thunks down to rest on my chest and her breasts drag against my muscles and she moves and moves and moves, thrusts, fucks, groaning, whimpering.
I drive up to meet her, bracing my hands on her hips where they bend around to her thighs, pushing her down onto me as I thrust up into her. I feel it rising in me, now, and I can’t stop it.
I don’t try.
She comes apart first, voice cracking into a shrieking cry—I feel her pussy spasm around me, the impossible happening as she tightens harder around me. “Ohfuck, Chance, oh my fucking god, Chance—Chance—Chance…” she chants my name again and again as she loses control and goes wild, arms clinging to my neck and fucking me as hard and fast as her body will allow, her ass slapping against my hips with each repetition of my name, taking me and taking me as she comes all around me.
Just past the peak of her climax, she twists, trying to roll us. She has zero chance of actually forcing the leverage, but I allow it, rolling on top of her. I brace my weight with my hands on the mattress, but she has other plans.
Her thighs clamp around my waist, heels digging into my ass, and she clings to me, pulling me down. Her teeth sink into my shoulder as she comes yet still, and I can’t help but move, driving into her.
“Come for me, Chance,” she breathes into my ear. “Come for me. Let go for me, please—please, Chance. Please let go. Give me all of you. I want it all, every last bit of you.”
I bury my face in her throat and give her what she’s begging for.
I can’t not.
I’ve never had this. Never been given such a priceless, precious gift as she’s giving me in this moment—herself. Us. Abandon. Total vulnerability. Complete union with another soul.
I lose myself in her, then. I don’t think about bracing my weight, or holding back the force of my thrusts. I just trust her. Give her all that I am.
Time ceases to have meaning. It could be thirty seconds, or an hour. I don’t know. I just know it’s the single most monumental moment of my existence.
“Annika…” I breathe, my voice nothing but a whisper on the wind. “Nik, I’m…”
Her thighs squeeze around me until it hurts, and her hands cradle my head to her breasts as I hunch to withdraw and arch to drive in, and her voice rides the breeze and weaves in with the surf— “Yes, Chance, yes. Come for me, my beautiful man. I want it. I want it.”
I have absolutely no control, I’m decimated, reduced to cinders and rubble of the man I was. “Nik, oh god,Annika.”
I shatter with a snarling roar that’s more animal than human. Everything I am explodes out of me and into her, into the lush, strong, incredible woman beneath me. I pour myself into her, strokes shuddering, all of me trembling, even my breath is shaky.
When I can’t support my own weight anymore, I flop to the side and roll to my back, taking her back on top—I’m still buried inside her to the root. She sinks lower, driving her ass down my body, dragging her palms over my chest, lips stuttering over my skin. She takes me until I feel my balls press against her sex, my cock throbbing as her tight wetness grips me, clenches me.
There she stays, lips on my sternum, hands outstretched to rest on my chest. She wiggles her ass, as if in an attempt to get me deeper.
“Jesus, Annika.” It’s gasped, panted.
A soft kiss to my upper abdominal muscles. “I don’t have words, Chance.” Another kiss. “Well, that’s not true. I can think of a few.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair. “Such as?”
“Glorious. Life-changing. Perfect. Incredible.”
I feel my cum leaking out of her around me, dripping. “Funny. That’s exactly how I’d describe you.”
I pull her up, but she shakes her head, dotting kisses all over my chest and stomach, keeping me inside her even as I soften. “Not yet.”
She rests her cheek on my sternum, her hands rubbing soothing patterns on my chest and shoulders. Finally, she rotates her head to rest on her chin, smiling sweetly up at me. “You were right.”
I almost can’t handle the glutting overload of sensation and emotion—overcome, overwhelmed, shattered, destroyed and put back together, on fire yet liquid. “About what, mama?” I ask on a hoarse, harsh rasping murmur.
She touches her lips to my skin again, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time, and then rests her chin on me again. “You’re worth it all. Everything I’ve been through that led me to this moment with you. It’s all worth it to be here with you, like this, right now.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to stop the salt haze from leaking out. “Fuck, Nikki. Fuck. Jesus.” I cover my face with my hand, embarrassment mixing with the intensity of my emotions and reacting together, heating my face and my tears until they burn like acid in my eyes and on my cheeks; my chest aches with unspent breath.
