Page 90 of Love Deep

“I want you to come, Fisher.” Her tone is desperate and needy and I want to give her anything she wants.

My entire body tenses, I smash into the wall of my orgasm, and unable to stop myself, I thrust up, up, up into her.

She’s shaking above me, her orgasm set off by mine, her head’s back as she cries my name over and over.

“Don’t stop,” she calls out. “Please don’t stop!”

I know what she needs. It’s the same thing I need. More. She needs to know she’s gotten all that she possibly can.

I pull her off me, and lay her down next to me while I dispose of one condom and roll on the next. I don’t knowhow I’m hard enough, but Juniper makes anything possible. Settling down beside her, I pull her back toward me so we’re on our sides and her back is against my front. I push her top leg forward and press my cock against her. She shakes as I circle my tip around the entrance.

“You want more?” I ask her in a whisper.

“Yes. Everything,” she pants back in response.

I slide into her, long and slow. She groans like she’s feeling me for the first time and she’s never felt anything so good. I’m so hard, I’m dizzy from lack of blood flow to my brain. I lean back slightly and I can see where we join, where she surrenders to my cock. The condom glistens with her wetness as I pull out.

I hook my hands over her shoulders and I drive up into her.

“Yes,” she pants. “Like that.”

I slide my hands around her waist now, one finding her pussy. She’s all wetness. All over her. As my fingers find her clit, she calls out and tries to pull my hand away.

“No,” I chastise her. “You’re going to come now. But you don’t need to worry. I’m not going to stop fucking you. I’m going to keep going until you’re begging me to let you come again.”

I push into her and she dissolves, shuddering on my cock. I do exactly what I say I’m going to do and I keep fucking her. I keep playing with her clit, even though she tries to move away, I hold her firmly in place. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Yes,” she chokes out. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Fuck. Her words. The desperate tinge to her voice. It’s too much. The pull of her around me, the slipperiness of her clit. It’s sheer perfection.

“Fisher!” she whimpers. “I’m?—”

“No coming,” I snap. “You greedy girl.”

I thrust up into her, harder now, wanting to push her right to the brink.

“Please,” she says.

“Breathe deeply,” I say as I slam into her. “No coming.”

I feel her insides shudder as she tries to pull in a full breath. “Fisher. I’m trying.”

“You’re such a good girl.” My voice is low and tight as the words slip out from my clenched jaw.

It’s as if I’ve located my autopilot switch, and I’m no longer in control of my own body. I lift her knee up, trying to get deeper, wanting to take everything from her, hoping tonight might last me a lifetime.

“Fisher,” she calls out.

“You can come for me now.”

She cries out in gratitude and her orgasm tears through her body like it’s the last time she’ll ever come. At the same time, my orgasm appears like the roar of an escaped dragon, thrashing its tail, knowing it’s finally free.

Except I don’t feel free. I feel bound. To her.

I wrap my arms around her, our breaths sharp as we pant, desperate for air.

Her body rises and falls with mine as we both try to descend back into reality.