To Daniel, and to Breathlessness [FM]

To All the Men I’ve Loved Before

To Daniel …

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There I was, on my back on the low, round, wooden table — my skirt around my waist, my tank top askew, revealing the part of my breast not covered by his hungry mouth, a full curve of visible ivory. Wet all over and shaking with desire, I was vibrating almost hard enough to knock him off, or so said the half-formed thought that swam confusedly towards a crack in my consciousness. When he entered me, hard, I thought I was going to pass out as I came and came, screaming with my lips tightly closed.

Up, up, up, his mouth blazed a trail of fire as his cock pumped into my tight and squirting cunt. When he got to my neck, I arched my back and pulled him down to me, hard by the hair, telling him without words to bite.

He complied with a growl — locked into me, demanding surrender, shrinking my world to the immediacy of the space he created for us. The intensity built upon itself; I attempted to wriggle back a little; he put a forearm on my neck to hold me down, effectively blocking any escape.

I went limp.

“Oh, really?” he purred into my ear.

A *frisson* raised goose-bumps all over my sweaty flesh. He laughed, almost soundlessly.

One huge hand covered my throat and pressed, at first, gently. He slowed his thrusts. He was almost cooing my name as he slipped so slowly into me. This was new; I had never even imagined wanted this, craving it. As he felt me gradually tighten, so, too, did his hand, and he picked up the pace, beating out an ever faster rhythm to keep time with my desire. When I began to twitch and to panic, he increased the pressure even more.

My pussy swollen around his cock, so close to erupting, my consciousness starting to fade, he pressed harder and didn’t let go until a beat or two after he felt me go rigid and come. I exploded all over my thighs and his, the oxygen deprivation heightening every slippery sensation. The orgasm went on and on, radiating outwards from my navel, liquifying my brain; I sucked in air greedily as he kept forcing himself into my tightness. I didn’t think the orgasm would ever end. I began to feel something that was almost fear again, but once again, he pushed me past it. My body started to ripple and twitch, the ability to move a true relief after the forced paralysis of the last few moments. I began to cry, from sheer nervous overload. He pushed all the way into me and stayed still. He held me close, cradling my head in his hands. He drank my tears, the act somehow at once so perverse and so touching that I was stunned into silence.

He kissed me — sweet and slow and long.

He stood, picked me up into his strong arms, and carried me into his bedroom …

And the night had just begun.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9blv1n/to_daniel_and_to_breathlessness_fm