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I swirl to the cyclone of his tongue, the rapid fluttering tip, followed by flat, firm twirls.

His digits pull back to my opening, easing into me just enough to coax me into a climax.

Hips and ass tighten as a massive current of sexual bliss bathes my entire body, plunging me deep into uncharted waters.

How is every orgasm he gives me so unique?

Bracing against the bed and the headboard, I bear down into him so that he can spear his fingers fully into me again as I ride out the echoes of my first liberation.

In the wake of that release, I twist, sliding onto my back. The maneuver leaves my wrists crossed overhead. Ero pulls himself up over me, devouring my body with his rapacious gaze.

Lost in exploring my breasts, he unconsciously, or maybe purposely, settles his hips against me.

I feel that smooth, elegant, beautiful shaft slide against the base of my sex.

The underside of his cock parts my lips gently, sailing up my slit and dragging across my swollen clit.

A little hum of delight rushes from me, popping like miniature fireworks against my nerves.

He moans softly as he notices the slick sensation of me against him, bucking his hips down a fraction and knifing upward again. After three or four passes, I pull him down into a savage kiss. Right on cue with the lowering of his shaft.

Leaving the staggering presence of his head resting against the arch of my entry.

“I need you inside me so fucking bad.” I sound pathetic, and I fucking love it.

Fingers comb through my locks, grazing my scalp. I exhale, grinning like an idiot. Even more when he clenches those fingers into a fist, tugging my head back. My jaw drops open, my lips parting. The tip of his tongue flicks my upper lip.

I may just come undone again right now.

But I’ve never settled before.

Crunching my abs, I raise my legs swiftly, bending at the waist in a powerful fold. The movement leaves me open as I hook my heels high up on his back and squeeze him against me.

Ero barks a short, sharp cry of surprise and elation.

All I can do is suck in a breath as he fills my void. My mouth hangs open, my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m molded around him, formfitting and tight as a glove.

A single flex and he could send me over the edge.

But we both hang there on the precipice, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Mine resting against his fist and the bed, the conflicting sensations of comfort and mild pain so stimulating.

Ero’s other hand presses into the bed, raising him higher over me. One lock of his hair curls down over his face. His eyes remain hooded, his lips parted, his breath coming in short, excited pants.

He flexes. I clench.

It’s all endurance, a war of wills.

But he always seems to win. With an impossible gyration of his hips, he somehow manages to find every perfect spot, stimulating me thoroughly. That’s when I start to tremble, shockwaves of erogenous agony rocketing through every cell.

My fucking folicles come alive, tingling in my scalp, a ripple of goosebumps erupting all over my entire body. He’s fucking meteoric. Catastrophic. A storm that I hope never ends.

Another flex of his mouthwatering buttocks and my toes curl, nearly cramping with my tension. One more and my fingers dig into his shoulders, scoring red along his skin.

I push against his shoulders, shoving myself down into the bed, dropping my legs to the sides, pushing my belly up in an indication of what I want, twisting my hips slightly to the left.

That expression on his face, never quite a smile, softens his features. At the same time, the wicked little glint in his eyes makes me melt.

Rolling onto my stomach, I let him drag my hips back, raising me into position. His fingers linger in the crook of my hips, his thumbs pulling against my ass cheeks, lettting him see how fucking drenched I am for him.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know.”

“I want to hear you say it.” It’s almost sinister, low and husky.

“Fuck me until I can’t see straight. Until I can’t move.”

“Beg me.”

“P-please…” I growl, I demand. Anger roils in me at the challenge, but good goddess, I want him to make me whimper. I’d crawl on bloody knees for what I know he’s about to do to me.

He enters me again, sliding so smoothly, silkily, the velvet river of my arousal drenching the two of us, welcoming him into the deepest recesses of my being. He doesn’t need to ease in after all this time, I’m slick and ready. I’m made for him.

He pumps his cock powerfully once, then twice, skin slapping with his effort. It’s hard enough to make me gasp, to knock my breath out just for a moment.

“Harder!”

My lover slams his hips against my ass cheeks, slapping once, twice, then again. His speed increases the rhythm, the beat of our bodies pounding together. Our rhythm fills the room, consumes my world. The roll begins like a primal beat of drums in the distance. Thunder on the horizon.

My moans become a song, melding with his low exhalations.

And all I can do is stretch out my hands in front of me, bracing against the headboard, bracing down onto my knees, pressing my chest, my aching breasts into the bed as he starts to pound into me, thrusting deeper and harder, faster.

He never pulls out all the way, slamming himself home over and over and over again.

Home.

Yes. That’s what this is.

He belongs here, with me, in me.

I can’t even get a full breath of air before he blasts it from me again. And every time he does, I say his name, scream his name.

I need more pressure, more tension. Reaching back, I press one finger against my star, showing him what I need.

His growl greets my request, followed by a searing hot palm against my sacrum. His spit-soaked thumb traces around once in a tight spiral. I only feel the push and his knuckle slips in, the sensation unbelievably tight.

Instantly, a fissure wracks through me, a small preview of the rising tide of my climax. Each subsequent swell adds to the pleasure, to the overwhelming rush. He’s a torrent, a vortex sucking me higher into the sky, into the wild winds, the hurricane of his love.

The thought sends me over the first precipice, soaring down in free fall.

Love .

G-forces press in on my mind as I rise again, higher toward another release. There are no more words, only my cries, torn from my chest by my need of him as I explode again.

The third ascent nearly breaks me.

The fourth, and I can’t hold myself up any longer, dropping to the bed on my stomach, my legs locked in a perpetual state of spasming bliss.

Still, he doesn’t relent.

His shouts blend into mine, his knees splayed out around me as he barrels between my swollen, flushed cheeks. At this angle, the pressure builds even higher, his colossal length finding only my cluster of nerves, guided by my tightened thighs and ass.

Lost in the throes of my—fuck I lost count—seemingly infinite unwinding, I can tell he’ll find his pleasure soon.

With the last of my fading strength, I brace for that final wave, one that might destroy me. And I welcome it with a ragged, tear-streaked howl for him.

His unburdening is immense, long and drawn out. As I feel his release fill me up, my own pressure bursts forth.

“Oh my—g-g-goooooddess!” I gasp, the breath forced from me. Every muscle convulses.

“Holy shit!” Ero exclaims, forced out of me by the sudden blast of my heavenly flood. It lasts for several seconds, spasms curling my form.

The shudders subside and I freeze, a wash of uncertainty filling my cheeks with heat. “I-I’ve never?—”

“I’ve never made anyone,” he marvels, his eyes wide.

Instantly, I’m at ease. Because it’s only wonder and sheer delight in his voice.

Collapsing beside me, we shift away from the disaster we left on the bedspread. And both of us start to laugh softly, then louder.

A sound I’ve never heard erupts from Ero’s chest, a low, subtle grunt. Almost like a cough.

Laughter. Not much, barely a chuckle.

But it makes me soar, as it simultaneously breaks my heart. That sound changes everything in a single moment.