falling slowly, (cont.)
It gets blurry from here. While the devil is in the details, the magic is in the moment. She lay in his arms for a maybe 60 seconds, but it felt longer. It felt like hours. Everything stopped for a moment and she looked up at him, into his eyes. She was naked and he was still completely dressed. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Checking in with her to make sure that she was comfortable and felt safe.
Safe.
Yes, even though nobody knew where she was- and she barely knew him, she felt perfectly safe. As safe as she’d ever been with anyone she’d ever known. And as he started his assault on her flesh again, her body came alive. His strong hands sliding over her body- down over the curve of her bottom for him to strike down on her, each spank sending her body lunging closer to him. From a wince to a cry. He continued and she obeyed. She would lean in to kiss him, and this seemed to be the only way he would slow- or change his motion.
Pushed on her back, he moved between her legs. His palm open, a promise to be delivered. He pushed her legs open with his knee, and held one down with his own. She gasped as he slapped her inner thigh. The soft flesh took the sting but she instinctively moved away. It was involuntary when she pulled her hand free to block her tender thighs after he slapped the other one.
It was then that he grabbed her, roughly, his eyes wild now. He pulled her body close to him, like a rag doll she was splayed over his lap on her back. He held her wrists with one hand and then slid his other open palm down her body. Between her breasts, over her belly, between her legs. He cupped her in his hands and then used his finger to trace the thin line between her labia. He patted it, repeatedly. His way of telling her, warning her, as to what was coming.
He spoke her name out loud. She looked into his eyes, they were dark, almost hopeful. He was not smiling, but his face was not hard. It was almost a smirk- a question, but a warning. His pats on her labia got stronger, each one stopping until to see the expression on her face. He continued- harder, watching her expression change with each slap. An intake of breath, a groan, a whimper. Finally as he slapped her pussy with more force, her eyes closed, almost rolling and her head threw back.
“Therrrrre it isssss,” he hissed into her ear and his hand came down on her and her mouth opened and the words poured from her lips, “Fuuuuck!”
Again..
“Oh GOD!” her head turned towards his chest and she pressed her shoulders into the bed.
Again…
“Oh God yessssss,” her legs opened wider now.
Again and this time he held his hand there. Cupping her sex, feeling the heat and pushing back against her. He felt the wetness on his fingers and slipped his fingers into her skin. She was soaked, slick and hot. She scooped her hips up and took his fingers as they entered her. She was on fire now and he was not going to put her out, no not yet.
Sinking one, two fingers inside her- he let her rock against his hand and then withdrew. Smiling at her whimper when he did. He rubbed her hard hot clit with his fingers- feeling her tremble as he brought her closer to orgasm. He’d stop and spank her hot pussy again and watch her writhe beneath him, and then start again. Each time noticing her getting a little more frustrated when he stopped, until she started to plead with him, for more. Growling, he move down and bit at her neck, pulling- while he pushed a third finger deep inside her wet cunt. He wanted to own her now, to tear at her skin and watch her bleed.
“Please!” she cried.
“Please- what?” his voice was sharp and firm. He slapped her face, “Tell me what you want!”
She shook for her voice, for her breath, “Please… oh god Please…” she rocked her hips into his fingers. She could feel his fingers tearing her but she didn’t care, “Please can I come- oh fuck, Please.” She was not going to be able to wait much longer and the longer he waited to answer and the harder he fucked her the harder it became for her to hold back. He looked down on her, a smile on his face that she would never see. Possession.
Mine, he thought.
He leaned into her and pressed harder, pushing against her g-spot and feeling her pussy drip down his fingers. Harder and faster as her breath and cries filled the air. That beautiful song that filled his ears and his chest.
“Yes, come for me now. Now!” he demanded it over her and she let go. She cried out expletives and her body became fluid. She rocked and thrashed and the orgasm hit her in a delicious wave.
“Again,” he said, just loud enough for her to her- and he continued to fuck her. Faster this time. And again, but harder that time. She would be bruised tomorrow, sore and torn but it didn’t matter. He took them from her, more than he kept counting, and she let her body go to him. She was nothing but sex in human form and completely at his mercy. She was practically crying out to him and cursing until her body finally crashed down the final time, and her pleas for more became, “please stop.” He could hardly catch her breath and she was sweating.
He pulled his hand away and pushed his fingers into her mouth. She greedily licked up her cum- sucking his fingers down in the most graphic ways that made his blood continue to boil for her. But that would be later… he just stared at her now. Watching the rest of her body recover while her brain caught up. Listening to her breath slow. Enjoying her continued trembles. Her whimpers. Her surrender and trust. It was still in her eyes.
When her breath was slower, and his fingers were clean she was laying on her side now. Her body curled into itself and the top of her head resting on his chest. He could have taken her again, taken her body and he knew she would have given it to him. He could tell by the look in her eyes, the way she held on to his arm, with just her finger tips held on to his arm. He knew that she was his now by the way that she opened her mouth to speak, but could not form a word. This time they were silent for long minutes.
The intensity of the moment resonated. Her cries could almost still be heard, they echoed that loudly. When she finally spoke, it was a silly nonsensical statement that made him let out a rich laugh that filled her heart in a way she had not expected. He moved her legs down and took her hands and crossed them at her chest. Then he pulled her in to him again. He wrapped his arms around her, his leg thrown over her naked body. She was not cold, but there was a slight shiver in skin. He stroked her hair, and held her tight. He felt her breathing next to him, in to him.
What just happened here? She thought. How can this even be possible? She closed her eyes, deciding not the fight anything and concentrated on her breathing. He has me, she thought, all I need to do is breathe.
