The second thrust was more powerful than the first. I threw my head back until I was staring at the headboard, my back was arched, trying to contain the pain of his big fat cock spreading open my insides.
I felt every pinching pain of it. I felt his shaft, every inch of it, sliding up and down. The pleasure was intoxicating, my body was wringing itself, I didn’t move on my own accord. My toes curled and my eyes were receding into my head.
The pleasure, it wa like nothing I had ever tasted before. Now I had it in abundance, he had poured it into my palms and I was swallowing it morsel by morsel. The vibration in my behind was shaking up too many nerves , Christian’s smacking was tingling too many nerves… I was going to die from this pleasure.
“Oh… Don’t stop” I cried as he started pounding into me rhythmically.
“I can’t” he said through gritted teeth, the strain in his voice told me that even if he tried, he could not will his body to stop moving, he couldn’t stop fucking me, because I felt too good and he was lost inside me, and I was lost inside him.
With a loud moan followed sharply by a groan, he found his release and he didn’t stop moving till I found mine second ms later, the sound of him finding his orgasm was my biggest undoing.
He crashed on me and placed his head between my neck and shoulder, he was panting heavily, his breath was warming my skin. I searched for his breath, oxygen felt scarce, my lungs was slowly cooling down but it was exhausted already.
Christian reached down and pulled the butt plug, he tossed it aside and I dozed off, hearing the sound of it still vibrating.
When I woke up, I was untied and laying comfortably under a warm blanket. Even the socks was gone.
“Wake up Jen, you’ve been sleeping for a long time now”
I scratched my itching eyes with the back of my hand.
“Did you just wake me up” I asked turning away from Christian.
His hands were immediately on my shoulder, pulling me to his direction. He pulled me until I was laying on top of him, I didn’t protest, his body was hard in ways that was extremely comfortable, I felt safe.
“Don’t go back to sleep, please” he whispered.
“Why did you wake me up?”
“Because I wanted to hear your voice, I missed you”
He kissed the top of my head. Was it possible to still fell the afterglow of sex even after…
“Wait, what time is it?”
“It’s almost six pm”
I shot up from his chest and untangled my legs from his. I jumped down the bed and started searching for my clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for my clothes”
“You’re leaving?”
“My mum… I’ve been gone for too long, she would ___”
“You can’t be serious”
I stopped, the one of his voice, pure hurt.
“I woke you up so we can talk, not so you could leave”
“But___”
“Come back to bed”
I didn’t move”
“Come here”
I sighed and walked over to him, he didn’t know but I heard him let out the breath he was holding. He raised the covers and I slipped under. His firm hands wrapped around my waist and he held me above him.
“How long have you been awake?”
“About thirty minutes”
“What were you doing all those time?”
“Watching you sleep ” he answered.
I giggled.
“Do it again ” he whispered.
“Do what?”
“Giggle, I liked the way it sounded ”
“I can’t giggle on command ” I said and frowned.
“Well, allow me help you with that”
His hands came over my shoulders and then slipped under my arms and he started tickling me. I giggled and begged.
“Please stop”
He stopped and pulled his hands away.
I couldn’t stop laughing, but eventually, I had to because I heard footsteps walking up the stairs. My head shot up like that of a hyena and I waited.
“You know… When I was little, I used to hear footsteps going down the stairs at night. My room was just right beside the stairwell and although the house was massive, that was where my parents thought to put me. My hateful father’s choice of course” I turned to look at Christian.
His extremely long lashes was brushing his cheeks as his eyes were closed. Beautiful, was a word, he was the meaning. I wanted to reach out a hand to touch him, the footsteps advancing towards us faded into another portal, another dimension.
In this dimension, we are both naked and I’m laying on his body, his arms are wrapped protectively around me and there is no shame or fear or pain. It’s just the both of us and it feels magical.
“I thought the house was haunted. There was a particularly creaky floorboard that was at the bottom of the stairs. I would count the footsteps of whatever ghost was walking down, one by one and when it reached that creaky floorboard, I would know it was leaving. This thing continued for years until I had the courage one night to face the cruel beast haunting our house in the dead of the night. I waited that night with a flashlight, I didn’t dare close my eyes, once I heard the footsteps starting, I shot up and went on my hands and knees ”
He chuckled at the memory.
“I reached the door and when I got to the railing, I looked down, then I saw it was Marcellino. He was wearing an oversized coat and holding a satchel. I watched him in the darkness, sneaking out of the house, and when he reached the last floorboard, he stopped and surveyed the house to see if anyone was watching. He didn’t see me, I was on my hands and knees, very little and protected by the shadows of the house ”
I couldn’t resist him anymore, I reached out my finger and traced the outline of his lips. His eyes fluttered open, green and golden… Like a canvas of gods, it was magnificently made in a way that made other eyes looked inadequate.
“If listening to Marcellino sneaking out of the house for years taught me something, it was to count people’s steps, no one can sneak up to me…. Three, two one”
A loud knock on the door and he had calculated it precisely.