Unrelenting.
It’s exactly what I need.
I let myself scream until my voice gives out as a climax without parallel smashes through me. Lights shatter behind my eyes and heat billows through me. I feel my sex clenching around him spastically, squeezing like a vise, soaked and drenched and slick—I’m still so stretched around his cock that my sex is a ring of flesh. If he were even a tiny bit larger, I couldn’t handle him, but since there is a god, she made him just big enough to be perfectly too big for me. I scream and scream, and when I can’t manage another scream, I gasp until my lungs are full and then I can only moan long and low, the sound broken as he drills into me, again and again, tireless, his rhythm perfect.
Then something new and unexpected happens.
Anotherclimax starts to build inside me. He hasn’t come yet, and I’m about to fly apart a second time. “Oh god, Chance, Chance, I’m gonna come again.”
He staggers forward a few steps and then drops to his knees, sitting on his heels. “Wait for me, mama…I’m almost there. Wait for me—come with me.”
It builds fast, and I almost lose control over it, almost go flying into ecstasy again without him, but I hold it back. He releases my legs and grips my ass again, my heels hooking around his back as I sit on his thighs. He continues thrusting into me, then, beginning slowly and picking up speed. I don’t need to touch myself anymore—I can’t. If I do, I’ll come.
“I can’t wait any longer, honey,” I whisper. “I can’t hold it back anymore.”
He growls, throws his head back. Snags a fistful of my dripping wet hair and roughly pulls my mouth to his, slashing a hot kiss so forcefully that I lose my breath. “Wait for me, goddammit,” he snarls. “Don’t come until I do.”
I dig my fingernails into the rock-hard muscle of his shoulders and cry out, shaking my head, my whole body trembling as I fight back the onslaught of orgasm, leaning away to give him a better angle for his pounding thrusts. “I can’t, I can’t, oh god, Chance, please, I can’t—I have to come. Oh god, I can’t—I can’t…”
I shudder, and despite all my efforts, I feel the orgasm tear open inside me, releasing a torrent of endorphins and ecstasy and wonder and dizzying splendor, all of it at once, too much at once. A ragged sob rips out of me. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop it, fuck, fuck, Chance, come with me come with me come with me—” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, I’m lost to the mind-bending bliss of the climax.
I feel him find the edge, then. I feel it in the way his cock throbs thicker inside me, in the way he slams into me and his rhythm falters. I feel it in the way his fingers claw into my ass cheeks, digging in so hard I know I’ll have bruises later—marks I’ll cherish, knowing how I got them. And then he drops his head and I force my eyes open and find his gaze, and he holds my eyes and he fucks into me, deeper than ever, pulling my ass apart so he can get deeper and deeper.
“Annika,” he breathes, the softest, highest, quietest sound I’ve ever heard him make, so awestruck it makes my eyes sting with tears. “My love.”
He comes.
I’m still twisting and soaring on the heights of my orgasm, and when I feel him unleash inside me, I soar higher yet, sobbing and laughing and moaning all at once, and I feel him pour into me in wave after wave, and I come around him, on him, with him. There is only us, this moment, a connection between us drilling into our souls, merging us into something more than merely one flesh. He holds me down onto his thighs and drives into me without pulling out, only fucking deeper and deeper.
I hold on to his face and ride his wild bucking thrusts, half kissing him, moaning, sobbing, laughing from the sheer, unadulterated joyful wonder of it all.
After an eternity of breaking apart together, he falls forward, taking the fall on his forearm and rolling to his back. I’m cradled in his arms, then, his cock buried home, still hard inside me. I cup his jaw and shake all over and kiss his face everywhere—eyes, lips, nose, chin, forehead, temples, jawline, cheekbones, only ending with a searing kiss to his mouth after I’ve touched my lips to every part of his beautiful, rugged, handsome face.
We pull apart and his hand passes over my face, brushing my hair aside, thumb ghosting over my eyebrows, across my temple. “I love you, Annika.” His voice is husky, rumbling.
I laugh and sob at once again, and fall helplessly into kissing his mouth until I can’t breathe and have to pull away. “I love you too, Chance.” It comes out a whisper, so I repeat it louder. “I love you.”
“Never said those words to anyone before.” He clears his throat. “Never thought I would.”
“Me either,” I answer.
He caresses my face with both hands, brushing my wet hair back, tracing my features. “I still can’t believe you’re real. That this is real.” He shakes his head. “That I could feel this way.”
I duck my head as a fresh wave of tears overcomes me. “Stop making me cry, dammit.”
He laughs gently. “Yeah? Now whose turn is it?” A shake of his head, a slide of his thumb across my lips. “Nah, I’m teasing. It’s beautiful, mama. You and me, what we got together? It’s beautiful. So beautiful it makes you cry, and that’s okay. That’s beautiful, too.”
He kisses away my tears, his lips tender on my closed eyes. “Swear to god, Nik, I’ll never take you for granted. You’ll always know down to your fuckin’ soul how much I love you.”
“So will you,” I whisper back, still too overcome to speak any louder.
I grip his shoulders and rest my forehead against his, plant my feet in the wet sand and feel the ocean curling around my ankles, and I slowly rise off of him, pull his softening length out of me. I gasp as I lose him, and his cum immediately seeps out of me and drips down my thighs. I stagger to my feet and take a stumbling step, fall forward into the churning surf and dive beneath the waves, kick along the seafloor until my breath aches in my lungs. I surface, and turn to see Chance lazily breaststroking after me, his eyes greedily licking over my nude form as I rise out of the water to hip-depth. Droplets of seawater drip off the tips of my breasts and sluice down my belly and hips.
Just the plunge in the water has cleaned me off, for the most part, but I know I’ll be feeling reminders of us for hours to come.
He reaches me, stands to tower over me, gazing down at me with love like stars in his eyes. “So fuckin’ gorgeous.”
We play in the water for a long time, swimming along the shoreline, diving beneath the waves, chasing each other. For a time, we laze at the edge of the water together, just reclining where the water reaches our butts in the sand, trailing along our toes as it recedes, silently watching the last of the sun dip beneath the horizon. Purples spring out in the sky, smearing with the pinks and oranges, and the waves slowly calm.
