He started withdrawing from her depths.
The emptiness he left behind made her feel as if she’d implode. “No, don’t go…don’t stop….”
Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes. “I’m going n
owhere. In consideration of your mint condition, I’m just trying to adjust from the fast and furious first time I had in mind to something that’s slower and more leisurely….” He opened his eyes and gazed down at her. “I would only stop if you wanted me to.”
Feeling the emptiness inside her threatening to engulf her, she thrust her hips upward, uncaring about the burning, even needing it. “I’d die if you stop.”
His groan was as pained, as if she’d hurt him, too. “Stopping would probably finish me, as well. For real.”
She thrust up again, crying out at the razing sensations as he stretched her beyond her limits. “You’d still stop…if I asked?”
A hand stabbed through her hair, dragged her down by its tether to the mattress, pinning her there for his ferocious proclamation. “I’d die if you asked.”
Her heart gave a thunderclap inside her chest, shaking her like an earthquake. Tears she’d long repressed rose and poured from her very depths.
She surged up, clung to him, crushed herself against his steel-fleshed body. “Ya Ullah, ya Aram, I’d die for you, too. Take me, leave no part of me, finish me. Don’t hold back, hurt me until you make it better….”
“Aih, ya kanzi, I’ll make it better. I’ll make it so much better….” He cupped her hips in both hands, tilted them into a fully surrendering cradle for his then ever so slowly thrust himself to the hilt inside her.
It was beyond overwhelming, being occupied by him, being full of him. The reality of it, the sheer meaning and carnality of it, rocked her to the core. She collapsed, buried under the sensations.
He withdrew again, and she cried out at the unbearable loss, urged him to sink back into her. He resisted her writhing pleas, his shaft resting at her entrance before he plunged inside her again. She cried out a hot gust of passion, opening wider for him.
He kept her gaze prisoner as he watched her, gauging her reactions, adjusting his movements to her every gasp and moan and grimace, waiting for pleasure to submerge the pain. He kept her at a fever pitch, caressing her all over, suckling her breasts, draining her lips, raining wonder over her.
Then her body poured new readiness and pleasure over him, and he bent to drive his tongue inside her to his plunging rhythm, quickening both, until she felt a storm gathering inside her, felt she’d shatter if it broke.
His groan reverberated inside her mouth. “Perfection, ya kanzi, inside and out. Everything about you, with you.”
Everything inside her tightened unbearably, her depths rippling around him, reaching for that elusive something that she felt she’d perish if she didn’t have it, now, now.
She cried out, “Please, Aram, please, give it to me now, everything, everything….”
And he obliged her. Tilting her toward him, angling his thrusts, he drove into her with the exact force and speed she needed until he did it, shattered the coil of tension.
She heaved up beneath him so hard she raised them both in the air before crashing back to the bed. Convulsion after convulsion tore through her, clamped her around him. Her insides splintered on pleasure too sharp to register at first, then to bear, then to bear having it end.
Then she felt it, the moment his body caught the current of her desperation, a moment she’d replay in her memory forever. The sight and feel of him as he surrendered inside her to the ecstasy the searing sweetness of their union had brought him.
She peaked again as he threw his head back to roar his pleasure, feeding her convulsions with his own, pouring his release on her conflagration, jetting it inside her in hot surges until she felt completely and utterly filled.
Nothingness consumed her. For a moment, or an hour. Then she was surging back into her body, shaking, weeping, aftershocks demolishing what was left of her.
He had finished her, as she’d begged him to.
Then he was moving, and panic surged. She clung to him, unable to be apart from him now. He pressed soothing kisses to her swollen eyes, murmuring reassurance in that voice that strummed everything in her as he swept her around, took her over him, careful not to jar her, ensuring he remained inside her.
Then she was lying on top of him, the biggest part of her soul, satiated in ways she couldn’t have imagined, at once reverberating with the enormity of the experience, and in perfect peace for the first time in her life.
She lay there merged with him, fused to him, awe overtaking her at everything that had happened.
Then her heart stopped thundering enough to let her breathe properly, to raise her head, to access her voice.
She heard herself asking, “What—what was…that?”
He stared up at her, his eyes just as dazed, his lips twitching into a smile. “I…have absolutely no idea. So that was sex, huh?”