Page 109 of Written By a Woman

“Absolutely,” I nodded, lifting my legs to wrap themselves around his hips, “Give it to me.” Before I even finished my sentence, Zaid had pulled almost completely out before slamming his hips against mine.

Penetrative sex had never been so amazing.

“Oh fuck,” Zaid groaned as repeated the thrust, “Damn, Signe.”

I couldn’t respond, my brain could only process what my body was experiencing. Language was dead to me at the moment. The only sounds I could make were whines of encouragement, my limbs clutching to Zaid for dear life as he slowly ripped me apart with every thrust of his hips.

His lips were parted, exposing his euphoric expression as he opened his eyes and glanced down to watch where our bodies met.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” Zaid grunted out, starting a rhythm that made me see stars, “You’re mine, Signe.” I nodded, agreeing, because that’s literally what monogamy meant, and we had already agreed on that before he decided to split me in half with his erection.

“Uh-huh,” I managed to reply.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zaid grunted with his movements, he glanced down again, “Look at how pretty you look, filled with me like this.”

“Jesus,” I wheezed. I had desperately hoped he was at least a little bit of a dirty talker, and I was thrilled with the knowledge that he was.

“Remember,” Zaid’s voice sounded angry, but when he looked back at me, he was smirking, “My name is the only one you need.”

I pulled his head down to kiss me, hard. I tugged on his bottom lip before tracing my tongue across the plump flesh, and pulled away just enough to say, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Zaid replied, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and rolling us to his side. Only one leg was wrapped around his waist now, and he used his grip on my thigh to keep us connected while he continued to pound into me, “I love you so much.” He snuck his other arm around my head, creating a little pillow for my head to rest on while his hand tangled his fingers in the roots of my hair.

I was pinned while he impaled me, and I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly.

My fingers dug into his biceps, my breathing erratic.

“Zaid,” I cried.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into the top of my head, “Let go, Signe.”

I did, and I was pretty sure I blacked out a little bit.

After screaming into his shoulder, letting him continue to thrust inside of me as I came, I thought I heard a ringing in my ears. Tears were streaming out of my eyelids. I kept my eyes closed as if hiding from the intensity of the orgasm he was giving me. And giving me. And giving me.

I was still coming, with no end in sight, groaning with clenched teeth and a grip on his arms that was sure to leave bruises.

“Fuck yes,” Zaid grunted into my hair with his thrusts, “Keep going.” He rolled us so that I was on my back again, still dragging my orgasm out of me as he palmed one of my breasts and lifted it so he could cover the tip with his mouth.

“Zaid!” I gripped his shoulders, still spasming as his tongue started to flick against my nipple, creating more waves of pleasure.

He growled against my breast, fuckinggrowledas he impaled me.

“Oh,” I realized I was lifting my hips against his, meeting him every time he ground his pelvis against my clit perfectly, “I’m still—”

“Yes,” Zaid replied against my breast.

“Come with me,” I begged, “Please, come with me.”

Zaid released my breast from his mouth with a loud pop, before bracing his forearms on either side of my head and shoving his face in between my neck and shoulder. His momentum increased and became erratic as my orgasm finally, finally started to fade.

“C’mon, Zaid,” I begged, “Come inside of me.”

At that, he released a shout as he locked his hips against mine and groaned through his release, his face still hidden in between my shoulder and neck. My body convulsed around him with every pulse of his release.

Finally, after emptying himself entirely, Zaid collapsed on top of me.

I held him tight, not bothered by the weight of his body crushing mine.