45. Surrender

Laura - The house in the suburbs
I can’t deny the longing and the tug at my heartstrings that his presence brings every time. But our circumstances haven’t changed. And besides, what's happening now isn't a genuine connection, nor a lasting one. What am I thinking? I shouldn’t want more than this.
The more time passes, and he’s playing with my senses, the more my mind gets foggy. Concentration woven with indescribable thrills, my body shudders with delights I’ve never experienced before.
“What do you want, Laura?” His question beats a steady rhythm in my eardrums even though his mouth is too busy to repeat it.
His tongue is working its magic, making me melt like butter. I try my best to not let him see my rapture, though maybe that’s impossible. So I strive to not let lewd sounds come out of my mouth. No man has ever given me so much attention; no one has ever made me feel like this.
A hand presses against my hip, and I feel his warmth seeping through my skin. His fingers trace along my thigh, making me tremble.
I’m on the brink of losing my mind. One of his fingers slithers inside me, and I gasp. No pain, just unbelievable ecstasy at his touch. It’s as if he knows when I’ll feel the most out of every little detail.
When I'm close yet again, he moves up and kisses my stomach, leaving behind a trail of wetness. I close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure. My body quakes, and I arch my back, needing more.
I crumple the sheet as I clutch it tight. A tearing sound comes right after, but I’m too distracted to care. I’ll surely lose my mind if I try to resist any longer. He won’t stop until I say something.
The wave of pleasure crashes over me again and again until it becomes unbearable. My wish comes out with the tide, the only thing I truly want at this moment in time.
“I want you to fuck me! Please.”
The sound he makes in response is one I'll never forget for the rest of my life. A lustful groan conveyed with a breathy sigh.
Paul takes his time, watching me. I don’t have any energy left to do anything besides lay there and wait for him. So I take the opportunity to watch him too. I hear the rustling of fabric, but I only see his wet and reddened lips, his well-defined muscles, and the veins on his arms thickening as he pulls me closer.
He positions himself, the tip teasing my entrance with careful nudges. I can see how he wants to make it different from that last time. But I never had sex without pain. It's just another curse in my life.
He moves in carefully, and I bite my lower lip. The exhale that comes with my moan in response to his wonderful intrusion seems like the final breath I'll ever take. Except for a brief stinging pinch at the start, there is no pain, simple pleasure. I open my eyes wide and meet his stare. As he starts to advance gently, I see his concern for my well-being as he keeps a close eye on me.
His pace increases little by little. My nails scrape across his shoulders, not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to demand his full attention.
It's almost too good to be true, but I feel myself opening up to him. Perhaps this is why I let him push deeper within me. I exclaim in surprise at his next thrust, and he increases the pace.
Getting tight around the intrusion, I squirm for more, hoping for more sweet sounds to come out of Paul's lips. And, much to my joy, he lets out a slew of delicious low grunts.
I don't know how long we continue like this, lost in each other. Until I realize that I'm already reaching the peak again. My body trembles uncontrollably, and I throw my head back, crying out his name again.
Because my ecstasy is so strong that it overruns my senses, I am not sure if I scream out more than that. The swelling tide of pleasure teases, pleasantly caressing every nerve ending in my body. His thrusts are becoming quicker and more powerful, but I know he is holding back. The waves of pleasure sweep over me again, and my mind is clear of all thoughts.
My legs are trembling; my whole body is quivering. I'm afraid I'm going to collapse. I cling to him as if it were my life. My hands clutch his biceps as his arms wrap around me.
The wonderful ecstatic madness of it all causes me to gasp and pant for breath. I gaze at Paul, my mouth gaping, as I recover a couple of my senses. His member is still rock hard, pointing to the ceiling.
Slowly, my breathing comes back to normal. Finally, I ask, “You haven’t finished. Why did you stop?”
“One second more, and I would have bitten you. The urge to mark you as my mate is too strong.”
I grip his hardness and slowly stroke it, grinning as I watch his head sink farther into the cushion. I love seeing how a little touch can bring such a pleasant reaction from him. Maybe I'm not the only one who's going insane around here.
“Have you marked all the women you had sex with?”
“No,” he groans as I increase the pace of my hand.
“Not even Lexa?”
He turns to me, his eyes impossible dark from lust. “How do you—”
"People talk, and I have a good hearing." I can also play the game he has played. "Now, I demand an answer."
“No.” He pauses to take a few shallow breaths. “Not even Lexa.”
“Then why can’t you control yourself now?” I add a twist of my finger at the end of a slide, right around the tip, to wring out the answer from him.
“Because I…” His hand gently touches my cheek, but no more words come out of his mouth.
There’s no need for more words since I know what’s important.
I press a finger over his lips. “Say no more. If you can’t finish another way, I guess now it’s my turn to tease you to orgasm.”
My mouth encases his throbbing hardness. I'll keep him as long as I can on the edge of too much yet still not enough.