Page 107 of Lash

She drops her legs to the bed, as I lift up to sit tall on my knees and drape her heels over my shoulders. She gasps, eyes flying wide as I push inside her at a new angle and drive deep. "Ohhh, fuck, Nico.Yes."

"You like it like this?" I ask.

She pinches a nipple with one hand and fingers her clit with the other, and now her hips begin to buck against mine with increasing speed, and her cries of pleasure come faster, louder, and more shrill as she ramps up toward the peak of climax.

I resist the urge to let go, to join her in release—I keep my thrusts slow and measured. She pushes against me with a loud whimper, spasming as the first waves of release smash through her—I grit my teeth and clench all my muscles to keep from coming with her. I'm not ready yet. I need more; she needs more.

"Nico, oh god—oh god," she gasps. “Oh god, I'm coming. I'm coming so hard!"

She cries out, then, fingers flying, hips grinding against me, taking me in a ravaging glut of wild thrusts. I'm on the verge of releasing against my will when she finally subsides from the peak of ecstasy, panting, whimpering.

"Nico," she breathes. "You didn't—did you come yet?"

I shake my head. "Not yet."

"But…why? I want you to."

I grin down at her. "Oh, I’m going to. But I want you likethis." I pull out of her, roughly flipping her to her belly.

She shrieks with shocked laughter at the unexpected move, playfully pretending to try to get away, crawling on all fours, giggling wildly when I wrap an arm around her thighs and yank her backward to me. Still laughing and breathlessly panting with eager need, she keeps pretending to try to get away. I hold her in place, grip my cock in my fist and push between her thighs, dragging the tip against her clit. She jerks at the sensation, still hypersensitive from having just orgasmed, laughter fading as need takes over.

She nudges me to her slit and feeds me into her pussy—we both groan in unison as I slick deep inside. "Ohhhfuck, Nico."

I roam my palms up her spine and rake my nails down her back, grasping a handful of each plump ass cheek and spreading her apart so I can push deeper. Her groan goes ragged and her upper torso sags against the mattress even as her back half stays upright.

"My god, Nico," she gasps breathlessly. “Yes. Just like this. Fuck me, Nico. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want it. I want you. I need you to fuck me until I forget who I am."

Her words are the catalyst I need, the permission required to throw off my restraint. I grip her round, beautiful ass and thrust into her slowly, exploratory, questing, testing. Her shriek of ecstasy is wild and unfeigned, and the sound of it is like jet fuel on the fire of my need.

I growl as heady, delirious need smashes through me, nearly undone by the sight of my beloved Tatiana on her hands and knees for me, perfect ass lifted high, sweet pussy taking my cock, her cries of joy loud in my ears as I pound into her.

"Harder, my Nico!" She begs. "Harder. Fuck me. Please fuck me, Nico."

God, her pleas ravage me. Undo me.

I snarl like a wolf and slam into her, the slap of her ass against my thighs a loud wet smack.

"YES!" she screams. "YES!"

I bellow, then, shouting wordlessly as my own orgasm boils in my balls, sending white heat shearing through my being as I let go, let myself take her with everything I have.

It's a mad race to climax, then, and I feel her pussy quaking and clenching, and she gasps and shrieks and screams as I slam into her without reprieve. The harder I fuck her, the louder she screams, the more unabashedly she chants my name.

I feel it hit me all at once, and I have no chance of holding this one back—I do not even try. I know she feels me let go as well because her cries go breathless and her pussy spasmsaround me as if my orgasm is a trigger for hers. We join with a cracking slap of flesh, and my release is a hurricane within me, my eyes clenching shut and dizziness washing through me and heat blasting and ecstasy building to a crescendo as we move together, come together.

The crashing rush of orgasm is slow to subside, and I keep thrusting into her, and she whimpers with each slow hard thrust, gasping each time I fuck deep. At long last, I'm done, and I give her one last slow thrust, and then I pull out. She gasps at the loss of me, flopping over on her back. She lurches up, grabs me by the neck, and hauls me down, cradling my head on the soft silky slope of her breasts. I both hear and feel her heart hammering in her chest, smell the musk of our sex, taste the sweat on her skin.

"Tati," I whisper, when I am once again capable of forming words. "Did I hurt you?"

Her answer is a bark of laughter, surprised and sarcastic. "Did youhurtme?"

I rest my chin on the narrow slice of skin between her breasts and gaze up at her. "I could not control myself at the end."

Her smile is loving and amused. "Nico, my sweet, darling man. Ibeggedyou to fuck me as hard as you can." She caresses my face. Feathers fingers through my hair. "You gave me exactly what I asked for—a good, hard fucking."

I let myself rest there on her chest, eyes closing at the tender bliss of her affection. "I just…I love you so much. I want to take care of you, protect you. I never want to hurt you."

Her tender touch skates through my hair, over my nape, my shoulders, my upper back, and then traces the corner of my jaw, the shell of my ear. The side of my nose. "Oh, my sweet Nico. Did it sound like you were hurting me?"