Trapped (Caged 2)

“Do you have any idea how good this feels?” I whispered to her. “Being inside of you like this? Feeling you tighten up on me, grabbing my cock from the inside? Do you know how fucking perfect that feels?”

She didn’t answer, but I didn’t expect her to.

I pulled my hips away from her a bit, bringing myself just an inch or so out before pushing back in again. Tria let out a quiet little sound, and she dug her fingers into my skin as she moved her hands up to my shoulders.

Again, I pulled a little ways out, and then pushed back in again.

“Oh, baby…” I moaned.

After a couple more strokes, I pulled out most of the way, just leaving the head inside, and then pushed forward with a little more force. This elicited a groan from Tria, so I did it again.

“You like that?” I asked. I had to force myself not to move any faster. The sensation was reminding me just how long it had been since I had been inside of a woman, and the desire to take care of myself was overwhelming, but I wanted to make this last. “Huh? You like it like that? Slow and deep?”

“Ungh!” Tria groaned back at me.

I took it for a yes.

“You feel so fucking good,” I huffed into her ear. I moved in and out of her with long, slow strokes. “Oh…yeah…so good, Tria…fuck!”

Tria moaned something else incoherent as she ran her hands up my arms and wrapped her fingers around my biceps. She held on tight as I rocked in and out of her, my cock sliding up into her quickly and then backing out slowly. She let out little grunt each time I bottomed out.

“Do you like that, huh?” I growled. “You like having my cock in you?”

“Liam…oh God, yes!” Tria twisted her shoulders and nearly bucked me right off of her, but I placed a hand over her arm and held her down.

I pumped into her a little faster, rotating my hips against her clit as I moved in and out of her. I traced the backs of my fingers up her side and circled her nipple before I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. Tria dug her fingers into my back and whimpered a little.

Raising my head, I looked down at her as I moved. She had found the rhythm of her own hips, and I did my best to match her pace. Her face flushed, and her chest heaved with her breaths.

Tria’s eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lip as her hips rose to meet mine. I could feel her clenching around my cock, her body shuddering in a ripple from her hips to her arms as I buried myself in her. I held myself inside, grinding and circling around her clit until she gasped, moaned, and then dropped down against the bed, panting.

Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I brought her leg up a little higher, giving me a slightly different angle. The pressure against my cock as I slid deep into her was as mesmerizing as the sight of my dick disappearing inside her. Tria moaned, arched her back, and drove me deeper.

I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Though I really wanted to feel her come again, the feeling of her body grasping my cock was ultimately too much. It had been far too long, and even in prior encounters with other women, I’d never remembered anything feeling quite like this. The warmth, the snug fit, and the heat were more than I could stand.

The light touch of her fingers running from the small of my back up to my shoulder did me in.

The buildup was strong and undeniable. I could feel it throughout my skin as it traveled around and amplified every place where our bodies touched. I slammed into her a final time, holding myself flush against her, buried deep. My balls tightened, my thighs quaked, and the sound that came out of me as I filled her was nothing less than feral.

My whole body shuddered. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, and then I couldn’t bring air into my lungs fast enough. I could still feel the vibrations echoing through my body in post-orgasmic aftershocks.

I was pretty sure I hit at least a five on the Richter scale.

It occurred to me that I was still on top of Tria with my forehead pressed against her shoulder and my hips still grinding against her pelvis like I thought I might be multi-orgasmic. I pushed back a little so I wasn’t crushing her as much and felt myself slip from her. Slowly, I rolled until I was beside her and pulled her body against mine.

I still couldn’t breathe right, and I left my eyes closed as I tried to figure out just what the hell was going on inside of me. Another shudder went through my body, but I didn’t understand it. I opened my eyes and found Tria looking at me. For a moment we stared at each other, both of our chests rising and falling as we caught our breath.

I reached out and placed my hand on the side of her face, and Tria leaned into it.

“Was it…I mean, was I…” Tria’s voice disappeared as her blush returned. “I mean…I know you were…”

I used a single finger to outline the contours of her face—around her eyebrow, over her cheekbone, and down her jaw to her chin. I moved down her throat, dipped into the hollow at the base, then continued between her breasts.

“You’re perfect,” I informed her. “Better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this a lot.”

“Every time you take a shower?”

“Even more often,” I admitted.