My heart felt full to bursting, and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to multiply and take flight, all landing on my clit, which was now on fire and throbbing with need. My mind couldn’t hold on to any one thing as he used my body to bring us both pleasure. I was literally consumed with lust and desire, love.
When I relived our times together, alone at night with our kids sleeping in the next room, they were always these dreamlike encounters with lots of soft touches and romance. I used to think that that was the pinnacle, that I’d never experience that ever again with anyone.
But now, those memories seemed to fade in comparison, and I was sure nothing could feel better had ever felt better than what he was doing to me now. This wasn’t the same gentle Gabriel from before; his strokes were more powerful as if he’d decided not to hold himself back.
Or was this some sort of punishment? The answer to his threat. I didn’t care; it didn’t matter. My body had been craving his without me even knowing it. Why else would I react so strongly? Why would my mind be filled with thoughts of happily ever after, of giving in to his every whim just to feel like this for always?
It could only be the sexual fog, that fog that I remember now from our earlier times together. But this fog was much thicker. Maybe it’s the forced abstinence that had me so primed; does he feel the same? I wouldn’t know because he still hadn’t spoken yet, just used his body to communicate, and the message was loud and clear; my body belonged to him.
He went deeper, harder, stretching me more than before. My whole being was centered around the place where we were joined; it’s like everything I was, was concentrated right there. I mumbled a few words, not sure what they were because my head was just gone. The harder he pounded into me, the more I pushed back to take more of him inside me.
I didn’t care what he thought as I moved my hips faster and faster to keep up with his pace. When he pounded even harder, reaching deeper inside me, I tried to ease off a little, to get some relief, but he wasn’t having any of it. He held me in place with his hand around my neck and the other tugging my hair until it stung.
Those knee-thumping leg-shaking orgasms I used to have with him paled in comparison to the one I felt building in me again so soon after the first one. I liked this new Gabriel, loved the way he used my body at his will that he no longer felt the need to treat me like spun glass.
And while I was enjoying this new show of passion, he upped the ante past danger territory and pulled my hair tighter, tilting my head back. I didn’t even know I liked that, but apparently, I did because body and mind went into overdrive, and I was no longer in control of either.
He hissed when I clamped down around him and gushed and squirted all over his shaft with an embarrassing amount of built-up sexual juices that seemed never-ending. I couldn’t see his face even though he’d pulled my head back all the way because my eyes were crossed and blurry. I could only make out the shape of his head and saw it move just before my lips were covered with his.
Water ran down between us, fluttering against my clit like falling rose petals, and I screamed into his mouth, which he swallowed. I wanted to tell him, felt the need to share just how good he was making me feel. Shy old me who barely made a peep during sex unless I was too far gone, which now that I think of it was a lot.
But I’ve never wanted to say the words that were burning a hole in my tongue. I used to think that talking during sex would be embarrassing, but I now know that it’s not because it’s not your words. It’s the words built of the passion between him and me, and at that moment, I wanted him to know.
I moaned into his mouth instead as he fed on my tongue, then fed me his, all the while with that hand around my throat and those punishing thrusts between my thighs. He had a strong grip on my hair which held my head back while his other hand covered my throat completely while he had his tongue halfway down my throat.
I didn’t even know the body could contort that way, almost bent in half in the opposite direction. I found myself up on my toes since my hands had slid off the wall and realized that all that was holding me up from falling was his cock. I don’t remember it being that long, or that thick, or that hard.