Captured(56)

“One more, Derek. One more. Please….”

A third finger, and then he’s sliding them in. “Like this? You like it like this?”

“F-fff*ck yes. Yes.”

A slow penetration at first, that’s all I get. But that’s okay; it takes me a minute to open for him, to take those fingers. Curl, caress. Deep inside, then pull out, sliding in, curling on the drawing out, scraping that G-spot of mine. In this position, all I can do is take it. I can’t move, can’t grind into it the way I want to. Turns out there’s no need. He knows what I want somehow, knows that I can’t take any more teasing. He ramps up his intensity, speeds up the tempo of his fingers inside me, driving in and out with a loud sucking noise, and I’m groaning, moaning, whimpering, his head curled up between my arms.

“Eyes open, Reagan. Watch yourself come.”

He puts an arm across both my knees in a bar, holding my legs up and back, and I can let go and crane my neck forward, watch his three wedged fingers sliding in and out, curled slightly, forearm muscles rippling, driving in and out so hard and fast my thighs and ass quiver with the impact of his hand.

And there’s the edge again, the sense of impending detonation, something welling up inside me hot and hard and huge and powerful, moving within me, expanding and growing. I’m making sounds nonstop now, mewls and whines and groans and primal grunts and other noises I don’t know the words for, all of them ripped out of me by the force of the climax spreading throughout me.

I’m ripped apart. Split in a million pieces by a white-hot spear slicing through me, clenching my core with an iron grip, clenching so hard I can feel it actually tightening around Derek’s fingers, and I’m caught up in it, drawn aloft by a kaleidoscopic wave of blasting ecstasy so sharp and so potent it hurts. I feel something inside me break, burst. I’m screaming so loud birds flap and take wing, and Derek is unrelenting, still f*cking me with those three curved fingers, and I’m still screaming through gritted teeth, sobbing. All the muscles in my core squeeze, and I feel all the gathered wetness of my arousal gush, squirting all over his hand, and my eyes are open and watching it happen, watching gelid white cream spurt onto his hand.

And still he fingers me, slower now. Milking every cranking wave, spasm after spasm, each one making me shriek high in my throat until finally he pulls his fingers out and lets me come back down.

I let go of my legs and sprawl out, gasping for breath with burning lungs. “Jesus, Derek. Jesus.” I lie for a moment, panting, tremoring.

I crack an eyelid, and he’s just kneeling there, watching me. His cock is so hard it’s nearly purple. He’s still got my cream on his hand, and when he knows I’m watching, he takes himself in his hand and smears it all over himself. He grimaces, grinds his teeth. I reach out, free a foil packet from the string of them, rip it open with my teeth, and pull the condom out. I roll it between my fingers to figure out which way it goes, then put it on his tip. Hand over hand, I spread it onto his length.

I pull him to me. Grab his neck, hang on, and pull myself up to kiss him. Desperately, I kiss him. Devour him, tongue, lips, and breath. Suck his breath into my lungs, wanting to be closer, wanting to be more enmeshed with him. He slides his knees between my thighs, and I hook my ankles around his waist. Tugging, insistent.

His palms go to the blanket on either side of my head, his face centimeters from mine, his breath on my lips. I’m still quivering from my orgasm, still jelly, still gasping. Yet now I’ve finally got him where I want him most, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance. He’s shaking, too, from holding back, probably. From working so hard to give me an orgasm like no other.

Our eyes meet. We’ve been building up to this, dancing around this, avoiding it and wanting it and playing for it, and now it’s here. I’ve dreamed of this, wondering what it would be like, fantasized about it. I know he has, too.

I hold off for another moment, enjoying the anticipation.

I reach between our bodies, grip his shaft, and guide it to my opening, slide him in. And oh, my god, oh, my f*cking god, his cock is inside me, and it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever, ever felt, so perfect, fitting exactly, filling every crevice inside me. He’s sliding deep, no hesitation, slowly gliding, shoulder and chest muscles rippling, stomach tensing, hips flexing. I love the flex of his hips, the way his buttocks go concave on the sides as he moves into me, the way his biceps swell as he supports his weight above me, the way his body pushes me into the soft ground. I love how blue the sky is above us, cloudless and clear, and nearing late evening.

I spread my palms on his back, one between his shoulder blades and the other on his ass, cradling him against me.

He touches my cheek. “Tears?” he questions in a whisper, his finger coming away damp.

I shake my head; I didn’t know I was crying. “It feels so good, I can’t help it. God, Derek, so perfect. You feel so perfect.”

“That’s because this is perfect.” His brows lower and his eyes widen as he moves into me, such a long slow wet slide in that it takes forever, a perfect forever just for him to fill my * with his cock the first time.

“Oh, oh….” I love even the sound of my own voice, the erotic breathlessness of it, how the way I moan spurs him to pull back and almost out, pause, and glide deep once more.

I bite his shoulder, so overwhelmed by the feel of him inside me that I don’t know what else to do but bite him and take him deep and rock with him and whisper his name…. “Derek….”