Page 108 of Lash

"No."

"What did it sound like?"

"Like you loved it."

"Because I did. I loved every second. Icraveyou, Nico. I want more of you, always." She tilts my face up and takes my mouth. "I can't get enough of you. I'm still shaky from the last two orgasms and I already want you again."

I chuckle. "I may need a moment or two to recover."

“Bo,” she teases. "I need younow."

"Then how about…this?" I growl, and slip down her body, kissing her plump firm breasts, the soft flat field of her belly, and then finally the honey-sweet nectar of her sex.

"Oh god," she gasps. "That would be—you can—oh, fuck,yes, Nico.Please.”

I taste her, devour her. She wraps her strong thighs around my neck and pins me there, grinding against my hungry mouth as I work her clit with my lips and tongue. Her hands grasp at my hair and claw at my shoulders, and then she clutches my head in her hands, keening wildly as she reaches orgasm in seconds. I wedge a hand under her body and slip two fingers inside her, giving her something to squeeze around as she comes, and now she grinds and rides my face and fingers.

She comes fast and hard, and her cries of ecstasy bleed into overwhelmed sobs, the two blurring until I can't tell if she's sobbing or screaming or some combination of both.

I keep her coming until she goes limp, legs falling apart, and she pushes me away. "I can't, I can’t—no more. No more, Nico. I can't come anymore right now. I'll die." She pulls at my shoulders. "Hold me, baby."

I crawl up and gather her in my arms, and we breathe together.

Eventually, we both fall back asleep.

When I rouse again,I'm spooning her. Her soft slender warm body is nestled against mine, my hand cradling her breast, with her hand over mine. She stirs. Exhales softly. Wriggles, waking.

As I drift toward a more fully wakeful state, I become aware of my hard-on, which is nestled between the globes of Tatiana's ass. The erection is an ache, one that I suddenly cannot ignore now that I'm aware of it.

Tatiana, still half-asleep, turns her face to the side, touching her lips to mine. I rumble a happy, pleased, aroused groan as her soft wet lips slide against mine. She tilts her hips, rubbing against me as she becomes aware of my erection as well. Her lips fuse with mine, and I steal my hand down between her thighs and swirl a fingertip against her clit. She twitches, whimpering into my mouth. I kiss her, tasting her tongue, her lips, and feather soft, slow touches to her clit, unhurried and lazy. She starts to pant, mouth dropping open to freeze wide against mine, and she pushes the taut, plump softness of her ass against my cock.

I feel Tatiana's fingers on my hip, and then she has my hard, aching length in her fist and she's pumping me behind her back, caressing me while gasping as I circle her hard little clit.

And then I'm inside her. There's no warning—she tilts her hips and all at once I'm buried to the hilt inside her wet heat and she's pulsating around me, slick and tight. I groan and nip her lower lip, thrusting against her, pushing deeper. She flexes her hips to meet my thrust, and then she grabs my hand and moves it to her breast, and while I cup and knead and caress the tender weight of her breast, I feel her fingers moving on her clit. Iplunge deep and then pull back, and she strokes my length, slick with her essence, as I pause before driving back in.

"Nico," she keens, breathless and fraught, panting my name like a prayer.

She pivots her hips to force me deeper inside her, lifting her upper thigh so she can reach between us and cup my balls as I move inside her, buried fully within her and pushing deeper, and deeper, aching to be as united with her as I can be, desperate to feel more of her. I wrap my whole being around her, clutch at the hot firm weight of her tits and press my belly to her back and my hips to her ass and thrust deeper and deeper, and she gasps my name, chanting, praying, crying, keening, calling.

She caresses my balls with one hand and swirls her clit with the other, thrusting raggedly back against me, and now her body begins to quiver and shake as her orgasm burns inside her, building and building to a frenetic crescendo of gasping shrieks and shrill breathless whimpers.

"Nico, Nico, oh god, Nico," she gasps, her head thrown back against my shoulder and her mouth seeks mine as she chants my name as a plea.

My own climax swells, and I drive into her with mounting desperation, heat and pressure shattering inside me, bursting within every synapse, every cell of my being—all of me is attuned to her every breath, every movement, every gasp, every whimper and whine, every thrust, and I know when she reaches the verge of climax. I feel it in the way her whole body tenses, in the way her panting moans become sobs, in the way her walls clamp down around my cock, in the way her whole body spasms as the waves of ecstasy shudder through her.

"Come with me, Nico," she pleads. "Now, my love. Come with me."

I roll to my back with her on top of me and pull her thighs up against her belly, spread wide open, and sink my teeth intothe tense ridge of her shoulder muscle and gasp and growl as my orgasm ramps up toward release. Tatiana, still sobbing and spasming around me, sweeps both hands down to where we're joined, fingers smearing over my slick cock as I glide in and out of her, cupping and massaging my heavy, aching, swelling, pulsing balls—now with one hand, now with both, caressing my cock and my balls at the same time.

"Nico," she pants, turning her head to whisper into my mouth, "Please. Come for me. Come inside me. Fill me, my love."

Slower, now, but harder, sliding out slowly, pausing to feel her cup and caress and tease my length, and then drive into her more slowly yet, not stopping when I bottom out inside her but continuing to push deeper until she cries out—and then I withdraw again and repeat the process, drawing out the moment of orgasm.

It smashes through me all at once, ripping me apart from the inside out, white heat blasting through me from balls to brain, stars bursting behind my eyes, and I lose all control, pace and rhythm and technique abandoned as I give her what she's begging for. I come hard, crying out with a guttural shout, and push my heels into the mattress as I fuck my beloved Tatiana without restraint. She wails with ecstasy, my release triggering another for her, and now she clutches my cock with her walls until she's so tight around me it's nearly painful, and she's weeping and sobbing and wailing as I pound into her with a symphony of wet slaps and ragged shouts. I come and I come and I come, and she takes it all and when I slow, she massages my balls and caresses my cock where it's not buried inside her, teasing another spasming burst from me.

Subsiding together into stillness, we pant in unison, gasp in synch. I feel the wet warmth of my release slipping out of her, and only then realize that we'd forgotten something rather important.

"Tati," I whisper, panicking. "I'm not wearing a condom."