CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51 A GOOD SLEEP

I was a boneless, thoughtless puddle on the bed. The only thing working were my eyes and they followed his movements as he pulled away.

I stared at the powerful muscles of his shoulders, I drank in the sight of his ripped, tanned torso as he took off his briefs.

I had known that he was large and muscular but his shoulders were stronger and wider than I had imagined, hard muscles moving under his skin, jumping and flexing with every movement.

His chest was large and built, his pectorals swollen, his small brown nipples hardened into tight points.

The hard ridges of his abdomen were starkly defined, his body arrowing down to his hips that were a slim construct to his wide shoulders.

God, he was beautiful.

In reality I didn’t own any part of him, but in this moment, I felt a keen, perverse thrill that this magnificent creature was my husband.

My breath punched out of my lungs when my eyes fell on his cock.

He was fully arouse and it was as intimidating as it was enthralling.

I felt a primordial thrill move through me. Strangely, it felt as if our bodies were made for each other. One owning the other. His cock was an instrument of power, and he was moments away from claiming me with it.

And I wanted him to.

I needed him to.

He stared at me from where he stood.

I wondered if I was a good sight right now.

I was sprawled, legs open, still limp from my orgasm but alive, so alive and so wet and ready for more.

His tall form was tensed, looking a second away from pouncing, eyes hungry.

His long, athletic legs flexed with effect to stay in place.

We watched each other for a pounding heartbeat, two, three, four.

His hand started stroking his rigid length, and my eyes were drawn to the sight. My body went from boneless to rigid with anticipation.

I wanted more.

I wanted him fully.

I craved him inside of me.

Finally, he moved, striding to the bed. He lowered himself over me, pressing kisses to my belly, working slowly up to my breasts.

I moaned, senselessly as he sucked on each of my nipples before making his way up to my neck.

He lined his cock up to fuck me.

I tensed.

He pulled his mouth away from my skin, looked down between our slick, naked bodies. My eyes followed his.

He held himself up with one arm, the other reached down. He gripped his thick length and teased me with the tip, rimming my sex.

His breath was panting out of him.

My heart was pounding so hard in my ears that I wondered if he could hear it.

If he could see it moving in my chest.

“Touch me.” He hissed out, between clenched teeth.

I reached for him and his arousal fell heavily into my hands. I squeezed him, gently.

He was so hard, but his skin was like velvet. The contrast of something so hard wrapped in silk was delightful, thrilling,bintoxicating.

I stroked him,feeling all of him with my palms. With hungry enthusiasm, I fisted him with both hands, root to tip.

I was just getting started when he tugged my hands away with a curse.

“Too much.” He warned. “I’m too turned on right now and I want to come inside of you.”

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

My arms fell back onto the mattress. I could count the seconds since he’d gotten me off but it wasn’t enough. I was empty again.

I wanted him to fill me up.

He kept himself propped on one elbow, the tension in his muscles making them stand out starkly in his shoulders.

His other arm was busy guiding the wide crest of thick length against my entrance. Both of our eyes were trained on his rigid member as it breathed me.

He let out a tortured moan as he fed his cock into me with utmost care.

I tried to suppress my own moan as he slid in slowly. His long, hot, velvety shaft stretched me with every bit of progress.

My tender muscles clutched at him, my breaths coming short and fast.

He was still looking down between our bodies, his features slack with desire. I knew instinctively that he was too far to slow down, let alone stop.

And that was good.

Stopping wasn’t an option.

I needed more.

I took in his thick length all the way to the root.

Delightful and overwhelming sensation racked through me.

It felt too good...too much.

“Fuck.”He groaned,his deep voice hoarse with delicious agony.

He started to move,not pulling out but shifting around, feeling me, massaging a sweet tender spot inside of me that I hadn’t even known was there.

But he knew.

He navigated his way inside me like he knew every part of me, yeah he had been so long and I didn’t know he could fuck me even better than before.

My nails dragged into the sheets, my legs curling around his hips.

He started fucking me hard. His rigid cock nailed me straight into the mattress.

It was devastation, it was heaven, it was hell. I was overcome.

He had me in a tireless tempo, in a perfect strident battering of body and wills. A giving and a taking of flesh pounding flesh.

There was a brutal, concentrated focus to the way he fucked me that got to me.

It was art.

It was poetry.

Perverse chaos done in explicit order.

Oh my body. It didn’t feel like my body anymore. It was his. He owned me.

Sex had never been like this.

Never felt this good.

This was paradise.

He grabbed my hips, tilting me into an angle that had the plus head of his shaft rubbing me just right with every drive home.

His hips churned as he rutted in and out, his thick length pulling out until his blunt crest rimmed me before slamming back in, driving deep every time.

Fast, urgent and frenzied.

Every single plundering lunge was satisfying and complete.

I lived and breathed for his touch. His possession.

He drummed in and wrenched out of me with a desperate, masterful rhythm, his hips oscillating in and out, drawing back and driving in, again and again with increasing tempo.

The pressurized tide inside of me built and built, finally letting loose on an upsurge right as he hit the end of me with a soft, desperate grunt.

I came in a torrent, shutting my eyes. In a deluge. My anxiety, my fear, my confusion, my soul poured out of me.

My sex gripped his thickness in beating, milking pulses, sucking him deep and holding him there.

My eyes opened somewhere in the middle of it.

Our gazes clashed.

It was a raw, aching moment, vulnerable and naked.

I wasn’t alone here.

He was going through some earth shattering of his own.

He swore harshly, yanking out of me with one sudden, savage wrench.

I looked down between our bodies and for one fleeting moment, I saw that he had pulled out mid-climax.

Cum was still spurting out of the tip.

In a flash, he rolled me over and up onto my hands and knees then he started pumping into me again, hips slamming against my ass with each forceful plunge as he rubbed out every last twitch of his orgasm, rooting his cum out deep inside of my sensitive flesh.

“Alora.”He panted in a rough, agitated voice.

He held me up with a strong hand fanned out against my belly and he kept me prone like that, buried deep while he emptied himself with drawn out spasms.

It went on for quite a while. He savored his climax to the very last drop.

“That was...oh God.” He muttered into my ear at the end, like he hated it, but not nearly as much as he loved it.

My body was confused about what was happening to it.

I was coming down from the high of my climax, a little mortified at my wanton response to him, a part of me had definitely gone a little numb and in spite of all that, I was still turned on.

When he was finally finished, he dragged himself out of me. I sucked in a breath at the sensation of that slow, slick pull.

He finally tugged himself free. There was a wet little pop as my pussy reluctantly let go of him.

A second later, his palm left my belly and I felt his heavy form shift away and leave the bed.

I held my own weight for maybe three seconds before I collapsed.

I was boneless.

Used up.

Spent.

And I had a good sleep after that.