Torwood
Without a word Vanessa moved into my arms, and twisted around so her back pressed against me. She took hold of my wrist, and pulled my right hand across her stomach, bringing my hand to her wetness, just as she had our first night together. She was already soaking, and as I stroked circles on her clit she ground back against me, moving herself up and down on my engorged cock.
“Oh, fuck,”
Vanessa whimpered. My other hand traveled up beneath her shirt and found her nipple, hard and waiting. She quivered as I touched her, and I wanted nothing but to have her completely, to take her as my mate and never let her go.
“Wait,”
she said. “Let me...I’ve wanted to do this.”
She crawled onto the bed, teasing me with an unbelievable view of her pussy from behind, before turning around to face me and dropping onto her stomach, her chin propped up in her palm. She curled her finger, beckoning me to come close.
I moved towards her, and as soon as I was within reach, she grabbed my thick cock and pulled it to her mouth. The heat from her lips was unbelievable, like a hot bath had suddenly been poured over my tip. Working the base of my shaft with one hand, she opened wide and took me as far as she could in her mouth. She was able to reach the first ridge of my cock before without gagging, but stayed focused on her efforts with her tongue, which lapped loving circles around my hardness.
“Your mouth is fucking hot,”
I growled at her. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes from below her messy bangs, her lips distended around me, and I nearly came right there. She reached a hand around my waist and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her mouth. I began to thrust into her throat, and to her credit she was able to hold on even as the second ridge disappeared behind her lips. It was, perhaps, the sexiest thing I had seen in my entire life.
After a minute of this I could not contain myself any longer. “Gods. Vanessa. I am going to cum, I’m going to-”
She reached around to my flank with her other hand and pulled me, somehow, even deeper into her mouth. My orgasm came hot and fast, flooding her mouth before I could finish my warning. She swallowed the first few loads, but within a few seconds she had to release the seal of her lips and allow my seed to pour out of her open mouth.
I withdrew with a jerk, and the final few shots of my hot cum landed on her flushed and gorgeous face. I stumbled back, surprised by the speed and force of my orgasm.
“Gruumsh’s eye! I apologize. I was not aiming for your face,” I said.
Not seeming upset in the slightest, Vanessa merely gave a sly smile and used a finger to collect some of my seed from her cheek, before sucking it clean.
“You taste like cinnamon,”
she said, swinging her feet to sit on the edge of the bed. I watched my cum drip from her mouth down to her perfect breasts, like a waterfall of pearls. Slowly, she spread her legs and revealed her impossibly wet cunt to me.
“I want all of you,” she said.
I felt unbridled, like a beast finally let loose on the hunt. Thoughts of our coupling on the stairs had not left me alone for the last day, and I could wait to be sated no longer. Any steel that had left my cock returned twofold, and I felt, distantly, disbelief and amazement that this human could have such a powerful effect on me.
I rushed her, scooping under her legs and hoisting her body up to mine. With the backs of her knees nestled in the crook of my elbows I brought her face to mine. I kissed her roughly and she kissed me back, tangling her fingers in my hair. I did not mind at all the taste of my own cum in her mouth, and could tell that Vanessa found this fact deeply arousing.
We kissed long and deep, until she was pleading and moaning, grinding her wetness against my upper abdomen, begging me to impale her with my cock, which stood proudly beneath her as if keening for her pussy.
I obeyed her, and slipped her legs down my forearms until the firmness of her ass rested in my palms. She was like clay in my hands, and could do nothing but mewl and bury her face in my chest as I began to graze the tip of my penis against her wet slit.
“Oh god, take me, take me, give it to me...”
she whimpered, her hands scraping up and down my back, trying to find purchase.
Not wanting to prolong her torment any further, I released some of the strength in my arm, causing her to fall and envelop the tip of my cock. She let out a long wordless sound that morphed into cries for more. I let her down further, and the first ridge slipped into her. She gasped just as she had on the stairs, and her hands balled into fists behind my back. The second ridge went easily, and then the third. Vanessa was a mess in my arms, all the control she’d kept the previous night melted like spring snow.
I started to fuck her, easily bouncing her up and down on my cock, the ridges coming and going easier with each stroke. I thanked the gods that I had cum once already, as her tightness was already feeling almost too great to bear. Her nails dug deep furrows into my back and her heels bore into the top curve of my ass, hunting for purchase. Even her teeth were in the muscle of my chest now, and she hung to me for dear life as I pounded her. We continued for what felt like a small eternity, the rhythm of our bodies in total sync, my arms lifting and dropping her over and over, deeper and deeper on to my unimaginable hardness.
With a swift certainty, I felt my fourth and final cock ridge pass through into the smoldering velvet of her interior. This was not an experience I had ever imagined possible, not in my wildest fantasies. Vanessa raised her head from my chest and let out a throaty cry of pure pleasure. I moved quickly, releasing one hand from her ass and clamping it to her mouth so her scream would not wake her grandmother, or, perhaps, all the neighbors on the block. With the support of one of my hands gone, she slipped a few almost imperceptible millimeters deeper onto my cock, and with that, she was truly over the edge.
Vanessa’s body shook, her inner walls contracting in waves that uprooted my own orgasm from within me. I began to fill her, still pressing a hand over her mouth, still holding her body up against mine, needing to focus intensely just to stay upright. We came together like neither of us had ever cum before, each height of pleasure only lifting the other’s in what felt for a moment like it might be an endless cycle. I thought that I would dissolve into her, that we would join in that moment, and I would never want to separate.
At last, I collapsed forward onto the bed, careful to roll to my side to avoid crushing her tiny body beneath mine. Gingerly, I pulled out of her, and she let out a low moan as I did. She was flat on her back, her upper body flushed a deep crimson, legs still shaking from the force of her orgasm.
We lay together for a while, uncaring about the minor flood of our mixed cum staining the sheets. I ran my fingers through her hair as her breathing recovered and the twitchy aftershocks subsided, until she finally whined something that I couldn’t hear.
“What was that, my love?”
I asked, then froze. I had not meant to say such a thing.
She half-cracked an eye, and gave me a smirk.
“I said, my love,”
she emphasised the words with a pause, “that was the greatest orgasm anyone has ever had, and I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep stroking my hair like that.”
I chuckled, and continued to caress her.
She groaned, and pushed herself up off the bed. “And I need to pee. For sexual health. It kills me, but I’ll be right back.”
The motion was simple, a woman easing away from her lover with a promise to return, but the way it stirred my heart caught me off guard. I had known her, loved her for half my life, and now to be with her at last, I felt like I had recovered something long forgotten.
This would be my wife. I was certain of it; I had been certain of it for ten years. I would give her children, if she would have them. I would rip the heavens themselves to keep her safe, and I knew that she would do the same for me. She kissed me on the forehead, and pulled her clothes on. My wife. My Vanessa.