*Well, a thank you to everyone who enjoyed the last part of this. Since it seems like my 2nd person perspective writing isn’t total garbage here is the second part.*
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In the dark of the room, legs still spread open as he kneels in between them, your eyelids lazily flit open. You can feel his unseen eyes roaming over your body as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. The light sneaking in under the door frame only casts the smallest amount of light, but it’s enough for you to look down and see every curve of your torso in perfect view for him. You can hear a deep, satisfied groan coming from him, a sound that you can tell is both satisfied and yet still animalistically hungry.
Though it is only seconds it feels like an eternity as he looks you over, the silhouette of his body showing that he is ready to pounce at any moment. But you still feel the need in your core, that emptiness ever since his finger slipped out of you, that need to be filled, to be complete… to feel him. Your hips begin to move again, acting on their own, your body calling to his silently. You let out a low whimper as you feel him move slightly, until that whimper turns into a gasp as you finally feel it.
One of his hands firmly grips your hip and you feel a mixture of safety and command in that grip. Your eyes widened as you felt his girthy head press against you wetness, trying to see even in the blackness. You realize you’re biting your bottom lip as his swollen head begins to travel up and down your slit, spreading your wet lips as you feel him collecting your nectar in preparation for what you both know will happen, has to happen, needs to happen. The teasing is unbearable, your hips moving in time with his strokes, jerking slightly when he nudges against your oversensitive clit.
“Please,” you utter again, surprised at the need and desperation in your voice, as though you were dying of thirst and only he could provide the one thing that would keep you going. “I need you,” you had never felt so overwhelmed with desire and vulnerability as you do in this moment. Your words opening you up to him even more so than you already were with him between your legs.
You could feel his movement stop when you spoke that, felt him looking down at you, looking into you. You felt like you were sitting on the razors edge between losing your mind to a sea of lust and breaking down in tears if he walked away now. Then his hips rolled forward, his girth and thickness pressing against your entrance, causing everything else in the world to melt away. Your lips part around his head as your body welcomes him inside of you, your wetness allowing him to slide in easily despite how tightly your walls are already gripping him. You feel a long shuddered moan escape your mouth as he steadily sinks inch after inch inside of you. Your hands scrambling to find something, anything to hold onto as a feeling of fullness, of completeness takes over your body. One of your hands shoots out and grips his bicep, nails biting into his flesh as the other grips the headboard above your head. You don’t realize you are panting, whimpering, almost afraid to move until his voice hits your ears for the first time, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
You swore you could feel every bit of him, every vein and ridge of his cock inside of you, his balls pressed into the cheeks of your ass as you realize he’s fully and completely inside of you. For a moment you felt as though he’d pushed the very breath from your lungs as your body adjusted to him and the intense feeling of being so full. Your jaw tensing and tightening as every little movement became sublime torture, almost overwhelming sensations as his hips began to languidly rock back and forth. All you could do was to hold on to him as he slid in and out of you with slow, long, deep strokes that left you feeling stretched, his girth hard as steel.
Each time he rolled his hips against yours, causing him to become fully buried inside of you again, a sound escaped you, whether a gasp, a moan, or a whimper. The feeling of his swollen head, of every ridge of his cock massaging the tight walls inside of you stretched you in that perfect way that walked the line just shy of pain. You could hear his breath growing ragged as he began to steadily pick up his pace, each thrust no longer soft and caring, but slowly becoming needy and jarring. Then his sounds hit you, grunting, growls of pleasure punctuated by his heavy breathing as his balls began to slap against the swell of your ass. The silence of the room quickly being filled with the rhythmic slapping of your flesh together as well as the occasional lewd, wet squelch of your juices.
You’re so lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the sounds your bodies are making that when his thumb touches your clit you let out a cry. His thumb circled your bud in time with his thrusts, small concentric circles sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails digging into his arm as your gasp helplessly, staring at the dark silhouette in front of you, riotous squeals of pleasure thoughtlessly escaping your mouth. The pleasure building up inside of you, sparks that would ignite a furnace rigged to explode at any moment because of him. It wasn’t something you could stop even if you wanted to, he played your body in the way a musician played an instrument, pulling from you exactly what he wanted.
The orgasm was almost forced upon you, his thumb on your clit as the heat began to surge through you. Your muscles constricting almost all at once, the feeling of his hot and hard cock pulsating inside of your folds simply melted into your being. Your legs began to spasm and your toes curled, eyes slamming closed as your chest rose and your back arched towards him. Pure ecstasy blooming from your core, crashing through your body and tearing a cry of bliss from your lips. “Cum with me,” is all you can get out, gasping, moaning, unable to form more thought than that let alone more words.
As you climaxed you could feel him descend upon you, this arms wrapping around you as he fucked you into the mattress with only his hips moving now, steadily thrusting. Now closer to your ear you can hear and feel his strained voice, moans tumbling from his lips as his pace began to grow erratic and wild. Even in the throws of your orgasm you managed to wrap your legs around him, heels crossing and locking behind him, trying to pull him even deeper inside of you.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned into your ear, the first words he’d spoken since he came into the room. “Mine,” came out from him sounding almost like a different voice, the deep growl from some animal and not this man. But instinctively when you heard it your legs drew tighter around him, rolling your hips into him as his face burrowed into the nook of your neck. His warm breath poured over your skin as his growl rumbled into your next.
“Inside me, please inside me.” You spoke in a voice you didn’t recognize and you weren’t sure if this was a statement or a desperate plea. But almost immediately you felt him throb inside of you, felt the way his cock jerked and flexed inside the tight confines of your folds. You could feel your pussy become flooded with his warm cum, each jerk of him inside of you, each little throb sending a fresh burst into you.
His pace began to slow as you felt his last throb inside of you, a few errant thrusts before he gently collapsed on top of you, his weight feeling encompassing but not overwhelming. Eyes still closed you feel his hands gripping your legs, wrapped tightly around him almost as if you didn’t want to let him leave you, and opening them before slowly drawing his softening cock from you. A satisfied but empty feeling emanates from your pussy as you feel a flood of warm fluid begins to drip from you. The two of you lay there, side by side in bed, panting and sweating as your breathing slowly goes back to normal.
His hand crept into yours and your fingers interlaced together. Neither of you spoke, and to your surprise you didn’t feel the need to, what was left to say after all. As your eyelids bagan to grow heavy the full weight of the late hour weighed on you for the first time as the excitement began to subside. A powerful arm coiled around your back and pulled you into his chest gently, sprawled and intertwined in the afterglow. Reality began to blur into the darkness of sleep as you focused on the slow, heavy breaths beside you. Then you heard a voice, though it felt far away. “Sweet dreams…” you almost thought you heard it say as you descended into the depth of slumber.
Light pouring through the curtains forced your eyes to snap open, your mind a jumble of confusion as sleep clung to it like a fog. Yawning and stretching your arms above your head the memories came flooding back. You found yourself alone in the bed, blanket drawn over your naked chest. You wondered for a moment if you’d had the most vivid dream, if all of it was so much vapor, then you sat up. You could still feel the ache between your thighs, that perfect soreness that only comes with complete satisfaction. Slipping back into the t-shirt worn the night before you allow a content smile to spread across your face.
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