Page 52 of Recollection
His voice is just as erotic as his touch. I climax before I expect it, sobbing out the sudden surge of pleasure as my whole body shakes and my channel spasms hard around his fingers.
“That’s right. That’s so good. You’re coming so beautifully. Keep going. Take everything you need.”
His words and the way he keeps pushing against the contractions sustain the orgasm longer than it should reasonably last. When I’ve finally stop clenching, I’m gasping wetly against the mattress, my butt still high in the air and moisture dripping down my inner thigh.
He pulls his fingers out and strokes my thighs and ass with both hands. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes. Please.”
I hear him moving behind me, so I glance behind. He’s checking the condom. Then he lifts himself higher on his knees and moves directly behind me. He pulls apart my butt cheeks and aligns his erection at my entrance, pushing in slowly, making me moan.
He presses my upper body down farther and then gathers my hair into one fist, holding it as he starts to thrust.
He’s not as controlled as before. Maybe he’s losing his restraint at last, or maybe he’s figured out that’s not what I want from him. He starts with a couple of long thrusts, but soon he’s fucking me hard and fast, his groin slapping against my ass with every instroke.
He’s shaking my body. Shaking the bed. I push back against him, making helpless sounds that are stretched and almost childish as another climax builds.
He’s talking me through it like before, murmuring out rough encouragement. “That’s so good. You’re taking it so well. You’re gonna come again. Don’t fight it. You’re so beautiful. So hot. You’re feeling so good. You can trust me. You can let go.”
I’m sobbing again as another orgasm finally breaks. I’m too loud. Way too loud. But I can’t seem to hold it back or even hide it in the bedding.
“That’s right. So good. You’re coming so good. This is what you’ve needed all this time.”
He keeps talking until my spasms have faded and I’m making only little whimpers of satisfaction. The sheet beneath my face is damp from saliva and tears, and my entire groin is still pulsing with the aftermath. “You come too,” I manage to gasp. “Arthur, you let go too.” I twist my neck to see his face.
He’s gazing down at me with a hot hunger that’s almost primitive. He’s holding himself very still.
“Please, Arthur. Let go.”
He makes a guttural sound and starts to thrust again. Fast and tight and gripping my ass with both his hands. He starts to grunt like an animal, his expression twisting as he works toward release.
I keep looking back so I can see him. I see his face as he finally comes.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
He keeps bumping against my bottom as he rides out his climax, ending with a stretched exclamation that might have been “Baby.”
We hold the position for a minute after he finally stops moving. Then he slides out and I collapse on my side.
He quickly takes care of the condom and then falls over beside me on the bed, pulling me to his side.
We lay together like that for a long time before we’re capable of conversation.
“That was so good,” I say at last, kissing his chest.
“Yeah. Yeah.”
I peek up at his face. He’s relaxed. Smiling slightly. Warm and fond and groggy. “Thank you.”
He brushes a kiss into my hair. “You don’t have to thank me. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Me too.”
“Good.”
We’re silent for a few more minutes until I need a little more reassurance. “So... so we can do it again?”
He huffs in tired amusement. “Definitely.” He pulls me up so he can meet my eyes. “There’s no pressure, Scarlett. We’re just starting out. So we can take this as it comes and see what happens. But I definitely want to do that again.”