He grabbed my shoulder, rolled me to my back, and moved between my legs. His hands pinned mine to the mattress on either side of my head, and his hips separated my knees.
I’d assumed he wanted my ass in his face, but he quickly changed the dynamic.
He read the question in my eyes. “I love watching you come.” He wrapped my legs around his hips and made my ankles lock together. His body returned to mine, and he slid his cock inside me without opposition, my channel slick and wet, but also tight.
“Oh god…” My hands reached out to his chest for support the second I felt him stretch me. I saw stars in my eyes, and my breathing quickened instantly. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, and my nails dug into him slightly.
He rocked into me slowly, his eyes on me the entire time. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” His mocha colored eyes were darker in the dimly lit bedroom, but the passion was burning brighter than ever before. He looked like a king as he held himself with ease on top of me, the beads of sweat starting at his temples.
“Crewe…” The confession went straight to my heart. He wasn’t the same man that I met when I first came into his captivity. He was coarse and sarcastic, empty and rude. He never had anything even somewhat pleasant to say, and now all those walls of malcontent had disappeared. He made sure no one ever laid a hand on me, and he never hurt me himself. I was the only woman in his bed because he wanted me to be the only one. I’d accomplished the impossible and knew it was an impressive feat. But in that instant, I didn’t care about my success. I cared about the moment I shared with him, the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I loved every inch of him, and there was never a time I felt more connected to him than when we were fucking.
Or making love.
My arms circled his neck, and I pulled his lips to mine for a kiss. My tits rubbed against his muscular chest, feeling the light amount of curly hair brush against my soft skin. I could feel his sweat, the strength of his body.
His tongue moved in my mouth, never overstaying its welcome as it moved with mine. He retracted his tongue then kissed my lips again, feeling them with purpose. His kiss was never predictable, never the same. He always moved with his passion, giving me a different kind of affection every time he embraced. I could feel his arousal, the way I turned him on when we touched.
And that turned me on in a whole new way.
“I want your come,” I whispered against his mouth, wanting to feel that heavy weight of seed deep inside me. I wanted to sleep with his essence sitting inside my body all night long.
He moaned against my mouth and kept moving.
I didn’t need to come twice tonight. I was satisfied from the way he took me earlier in the day. Now I just wanted us to both find our release at the same time, to feel that ecstasy that we gave one another.
He changed his thrusts and ground against my clit with his movements, trying to bring me to orgasm as quickly as possible. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as his breathing quickened, the headboard tapping against the wall in a rhythm that matched his pace.
His expression darkened, and his jaw tensed, fighting the pleasure that started deep in his core. He was fighting off an orgasm, trying to edge himself until I could cross the finish line before him.
Seeing him fight his pleasure only increased mine. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, making me explode with every touch he gave. When I slept beside him every night, I knew nothing would ever happen to me. I felt safer with him than anywhere else in the entire world.
“I’m gonna come…”
“Yes, Lovely.” He rocked into me harder.
It hit me hard, like a train crashing into a brick building. My hands dug into his shoulders, and I released a restrained scream. His cock hardened inside me as I constricted around him, and I was hit with different waves of pleasures. I writhed and moaned, loving how incredible he made me feel. “Crewe…” I dug my fingers into his ass and pulled him harder into me, still feeling the remains of the blinding orgasm. Now I wanted to feel his come.
He gave a few swift pumps before he reached his threshold. He buried himself deep inside me and released with a loud moan. His expression hardened as his eyes focused on me. His jawline was tight, and all the muscles in his body flexed as the euphoria swept through him. “Lovely…” He deposited everything he had inside my channel, filling me with the mounds of come I was used to getting before we went to sleep.