With This Secret

His fingers plunged hard and fast inside me. I sought desperately for the reigns of some sort of stability or control, but I could tell that this time would not be like the last. Last time, I still remembered not to hurt him, but this time there was a possibility I would be completely lost. “Levan,” I breathed his name out helplessly, as my orgasm built and approached like a raging storm, ready to destroy everything in its path. I feared for my sanity. I started to push him away once more, but his grip and hold on me was iron-clad.

His tongue alighted on my clit and I was gone.

When I found myself again, I was gasping and slamming my cunt like a crazed woman into his mouth. Thankfully, he hadn’t lost his mind and knew to keep his nose clear of harm. “Levan.” I shuddered, quaking against him.

His magical tongue never let up. Then his mouth closed down on my whole sex, hard and hot.

I crumbled like a cheap chair. All the bones in my body melted. My hands stretched forward and curled with the excruciating need to grab onto something … anything. I was near collapse. My fingers touched the wet shower rod and I quickly grasped it hard. Then … all I could do was moan out the rapture of my release. “Ohhhhh, fuck!” My knees gave way and I could feel my body slipping down the tiles. He rose then and caught me. I hid my face in his chest as a sob choked me, and he lovingly held me while my orgasm tore through me.

“You’re going to fucking kill me,” I gasped when it was all over.

He pulled me away from his chest and kissed me hard. Water ran down our faces. It was sensuous and hot, but I wasn’t ready to move yet, not after the fleet of orgasms that had just rocked me senseless.

I pulled away and stared into his eyes. My heart felt as if it would burst with the love I felt for him, again I wanted to tell him I loved him.

Just then, he grabbed his thick, hard cock and bending his knees, he settled the long, intimidating length between my folds. A breathless moan escaped my lips as he held it in place, and then began to rock his hips smoothly and sensually between my sensitive, engorged lips.

“Levan,” I breathed, biting down on the junction between his neck and shoulders.

“You’re driving me out of my mind, Bianca,” he rasped out.

I lifted my eyes to meet the smoldering look in his. He was too hot, in a way that I couldn’t understand nor comprehend. He lifted me up and my feet left the ground as his cock plunged into me.

“Fuuuck,” I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my mouth frozen in a soundless O.

He gave a knowing smile.

“You’re so evil,” I told him.

Then I saw his eyes flutter close with pleasure as he savored the feel of himself inside of me.

The walls of my sex were tight around him … greedy and possessive. We were the perfect fit.

“Fuck me, Levan,” I breathed. I didn’t need to ask twice.

He slammed his hips forward, then pummeled into me. The sound of his flesh smacking mine mingled with the sound of the water and echoed in that small space.

“If only you knew what you did to me,” he grunted in my ear. “You fucking terrify me, Bianca. One of these days, you’re going to make me lose my mind.”

I was the one who was already completely gone. Never had I felt so consumed and possessed. I couldn’t utter a word, or formulate a single thought beyond the torrent of pleasure rippling through me.

His rhythm quickened, and I almost couldn’t keep up. I whimpered and actually cried out for help that I most definitely did not want or need.

Our bodies were wild and slamming into the other. I caught his lips and drank him in, and drowning wholly in him and all that he meant to me.

Our orgasm built violently, and rose in unison. It seemed feral and unstoppable, like a force that did not belong to us, but had been bestowed fleetingly on us. He shuddered against me. We touched the peak together. I screamed his name and I was sure I was wounding him everywhere, but I couldn’t stop. I had never felt such exquisite bliss. In that moment … we were one.

I couldn’t breathe and he didn’t stop his thrusting. Deep inside me, I felt the hot bursts of his release.

And then … he stilled, to savor the sheer torrent of our unreal and magical climax. It felt as though his body had just proclaimed its undying love to me.

No words needed …

He cradled me in his arms, refusing to let go.