“Don’t let that control slip from your fingers because if it does, I will be responsible for every one of my actions. I’ll fuck you so deeply, you’ll be crying for me to stop, and I won’t, Adeline. You’ll have to fucking kill me before that happens, and I will die without a shred of remorse.”
They always say eyes are windows to the soul, and fuck if it isn’t true because I can see the fear invading her body. Yet she still gets off on it just as much as she used to when I was only a shadow in the night.
Her pussy clenches, and I feel her arousal leaking down my length, drawing out a deep, guttural growl from my chest.
Hot water pools mid-level to my thighs, sloshing when she readjusts to balance herself better.
I hiss when she circles her hips, her nails biting into my sides.
“Harder,” I bark. I need the pain to ground me. I need it to keep me sane. If I feel nothing else but her, I’ll lose it completely. “Dig your nails harder.”
She listens, and I shudder from the sharp pin pricks. It’s just enough to keep me from spilling inside her.
Ever so slightly, she bounces her ass, her movements scarce and hardly allowing her pussy to swallow more than an inch of me. Yet it sends my eyes rolling.
One of her hands moves to wrap around the base of my cock, but I stop her. If she touches me, I’m done for.
I circle my finger and thumb around the base to stabilize it, and then use my other hand to rub her clit in tight circles. She’s not taking nearly enough of me to get off on. Even then, she needs stimulation most of the time.
A long, uneven moan fans across my chest.
“Fuck, I need to feel this pussy. I need to feel it wrapped around all of me. Every part of you is mine, little mouse, and you will never feel whole again without me inside you.”
“This is… this is as far as I can go right now, Zade. I can’t do more,” she says, nearly pleading for me to understand.
“Take as much as you can handle, baby. Give me all your pain.”
With her hand back on my hip alongside the other, she digs her nails in again. I groan through gritted teeth, bliss clouding my vision. There’s still so much of me left, but I won't force her to take more.
“You’re doing so good, baby. And you look so fucking pretty. I can’t wait to see how you’ll look when you take all of me.”
Her teeth chatter again, a moan slipping free.
“So fucking proud of you,” I mutter, intoxicated by the sight of her sweet pussy suspended above me, even when she’s allowing so little of me inside her.
“Zade,” she pleads, voice hoarse.
“I’ve missed watching you soak my cock,” I rasp, biting my lip to hold back another moan. She shudders from my words, rivulets of her arousal trailing down to my fingers wrapped around my dick. I circle her clit faster, eliciting a bone-rattling shiver from her.
“I’ve missed how tightly your pussy clenches around me. How you mold so easily around me.”
She nods her head, lost to the pleasure as I am. Her eyes drift shut while her rhythm becomes choppy, shifting her focus to grinding against my hand.
“It’s not enough, is it?” I breathe, watching her brows pinch. She bites her lip, and even with her eyes shut, I know she’s struggling with herself. Fighting the instinct to seat herself completely down.
She wants to. Fuck, I can see how much she wants to. Still, she resists.
“You need more of me, but you won’t let yourself have it. So, you’ll have to settle for my cum filling you up instead.”
Her mouth parts, a husky moan rolling off her tongue and down my spine. I can feel her right on the edge, desperate to throw herself off.
“You have five seconds, Adeline, or I will fuck you anyway.”
That spark of fear is enough to send her diving off the cliff. She breaks, her thighs shuddering and eyes squeezing shut. A hoarse shout echoes throughout the bathroom, but I couldn't say who it belongs to.
I quickly follow her over the edge, lightning shooting down my spine and robbing me of all sense. She clamps around me so tightly, it nearly hinders the ropes of cum overflowing from my dick.
If this is what heaven feels like, I’m only sorry I’ve done nothing to deserve it.
An impossible amount of time passes before we both collapse, out of breath and ridden with electric currents.
Her cheek rests against my chest, wet strands of hair draping across my skin like drizzled chocolate, and I just know she can feel my racing heartbeat ricocheting between her teeth.
My fingers dive through her tangled tresses, and I wrap my other arm tightly around her. For several minutes, we just lay like this, catching our breaths and losing it all over again with every touch.