He pulled out and away from her, leaving her empty and trembling on her elbows and knees. She made no movement or sound, except a soft gasp as he returned, and without preamble slid back inside of her now hyper-sensitive flesh. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tried to breath deeply and calmly. He had to yet to find his own pleasure. They weren’t done just yet.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up-right and flush against his chest as he rocked back on his knees. She groaned as the weight of her body forced her as far down his shaft as she could take him and waited for him to grab her waist or hips and begin to piston into her as he had done so often in the past.
But he didn’t. Instead he remained almost still as she listened to his harsh breathing, and felt his cock twitch and throb inside of her. He merely held her there, filling her, with his arm wrapped tightly around her.
“Thelios?” She whispered, her voice a tremulous rasp. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the embrace, or the feeling of him pulsing inside of her like that… but the longer he held her the more unusual the moment became, and the more uncertain she became.
“Mmm?”
“Is something wrong?”
His lips brushed her shoulder. “Why would you think that?”
“You…. you’re not moving.” she gasped softly as he ground into her, his length pulsing inside her again.
“You don’t enjoy this?”
She inhaled with pleasure as his fingers found one of her nipples and tugged it gently. She shook her head. “No… yes, I mean…. I like it.” She breathed, arching against his hand. “Do you?”
He made no answer except a humming sound of affirmation and pleasure.
“But, if you’re so anxious to move…” he offered after another moment, and shifted to extend his legs beneath them, “by all means.”
Calliope was forced to find her balance as he released her and lay back, leaving her astride his hips with him still buried deeply inside of her.
She glanced over her shoulder. He had made himself comfortable with one arm crossed behind his head, and was gazing down appreciatively at her bottom as his other hand lightly traced the shape of it. There was a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t help but find a smile of her own.
“How’s the view?” She asked with a soft chuckle.
“Magnificent.” He rumbled back, pulling his eyes back up to give her one of those soul melting looks of his. She looked away and leaned forward, simultaneously balancing herself with her hands on his thick thighs, and letting his length slide out of her until only an inch or two remained. She paused, then let it slide back in again. She grinned when she was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from the mountain beneath her. “I love watching my cock disappear into you like that.” He growled. She flushed and swallowed a moan.
She was happy to provide him with a repeat performance, working her body slowly up and down his shaft until she herself was near trembling with the desire to just ride him fast and hard until they were both spent and exhausted. She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear his groans turn to growls and felt his fingers bite into the flesh of her hips and rear.
Yet still he let her move as she would. She wondered if he was enjoying the torture, or was simply still anxious about hurting her. In the end it didn’t matter. He might have been able to control himself, but she certainly wasn’t…
She sped her movements, rocking her hips with increasing urgency… gasping as the head of his cock began to batter against the entrance of her womb in that wonderful, almost painful…
Calliope stopped with a gasp and a curse, her nails digging into his thighs, her hips shifting anxiously despite her attempts to still herself. Careful, she’d promised to be careful… they had to be… but how the hell was she supposed to do that?! She growled in frustration.
Thelios came to her rescue and pulled her back against him and turned to lean them both on their sides, never leaving her body. He lifted her leg up over his hip and held her tightly as he began to pump into her with quick, shallow strokes.
She was happy to have as much of him as she did… but she wanted more… wanted him deeper. She told him as much in a low and pitifully desperate groan. He didn’t comply. Instead he nipped at her ear with his teeth.
“Touch yourself.” He ground out, still grazing her ear and neck with his fangs. “Touch your cunt for me. Now.”
The words may have excited her, but the fierce snarl in his voice made her see red. Her fingers flew to the apex of her sex, and the moment she pressed against the hard nub of her clit the rest of her snapped as taut as a drum skin. And like that she was over the brink, gasping desperately for air as her sex spasmed wildly around him.
“Faster. Don’t stop!” He ordered roughly, his hands tightening around her hips. She whimpered and bucked, but managed to heed him. Desperately she crushed her fingers into her flesh, gasping and jerking as shock after shock of literally gut wrenching pulses were forced through her body.
He was moving faster in her, and deeper… her fingers could feel his thickness filling her each time he thrust back inside of her. Her limbs strained and shook. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears, behind her eyes… throbbing to fill her panting mouth and swollen lips.
His hand came down hard over hers, suddenly, gripping her hard. His teeth dug into her shoulder as he thrust one last time, seating himself deep inside of her and grinding his hips as he pulsed, spending his seed with a long, low moan.
The sensation sent another, deeper wave of pleasure through her. She arched and let out her own sobbing cry as her body clenched and shuddered uncontrollably. Her hips jerked fitfully as tiny after-shocks rattled through her center, leaving her whimpering and breathless.
Calliope shook and trembled in his arms for some time after, unable to find the will or energy to do anything else. He simply held her like that, cupping her body with his, until his own harsh breaths became slow and even once more.
He spoke, but she was too groggy to make sense of it. “Hm?” She wriggled slightly tilting her head back toward his, though he still remained out of view. He tucked his arm beneath her head as she lifted it to catch him in the corner of her eye.
“I asked if you were all right.”
She smiled tiredly and nodded. “Yes. Better than all right. Much better.”