Cries of pain

I start again afresh, letting her ride my fingers. Waiting for her orgasm to build more. Chewing up my two fingers in her vagina. Building pressure. And at this time around, she raises her eyes to me, notifying me it is not working, and she can't hold herself any longer. She holds on to my erect cock in her two hands.

With all her might. She almost injures me and pushes my cock inside her vagina.

When I penetrate her with a push. She has exerted on herself; she cries in pain. Tears cover her and I want to get my cock out, but I know that would hurt her more, so I stay still, waiting for her to adjust herself to my length before I pull out.

But before I know it, I have premature ejaculation.

“Fuck .... fuck!” I curse at myself. She pins my head down on her chest.

Her chest raised. After seconds of my ejaculation without waiting, her lower body pushes my cock in and out. Her legs hold me in place. I know I can overpower her if I choose to push her out. But I don't want to. So, I let her.

In the coming few seconds after I stay inside her, I know that the choice I have just made is a mistake. I should not have let her put me inside her. I shouldn't have let her. Now I can't let go of her. It feels so good.

I am feeling my climax rise to the highest I ever felt.

I am floating in the air.

I hold on to her tightly with my hands holding her waist, wanting to stop myself, but can't. And a primal need to take her overpowers me.

I want to get lost in her. Feeling her.

Our faces are inches apart. Then my hands leave her waist and force her hands to hold the upper part of her head. One hand is held high by her hands and the other on her clitoris. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please?”

She moans in ecstasy.

“I want to do that, but I am scared,” I say, as I moan.

“I am okay…. Please fuck... me, already Erede!”

I pause.

WHO IS EREDE!!!!... The name sounds as if I have heard it from somewhere soon, and that bothers me more coming out of her mouth at this very intimate moment.

Is he the man she is in love with? I dislike her calling another man's name now.

Jealousness covers my voice as I speak to her.

“I will fuck you harder and deep if you promise to call out only my name. I want to hear a beautiful melody of your voice with words, Luciano Salvatore Solana,” I command her.

I push into her melodically. Romantically. Partially. Heating all corners of her walls. Lust covers all corners of her face. Heat hoods her eyes.

Then I feel her walls contracting again. I want to hurry her up before my uncle's man and his dogs get to us. In the next few minutes, she is shouting out my name nonstop.

Lost in ecstasy and all I am doing is watching her beautiful face and body and my cock constantly being turned on and on nonstop.

I do everything with her. Fear of what is up makes everything so interesting for me at the moment.

Throwing my hands around her into a tight hug. I lower my gaze to her mouth and when she brings her mouth to mine. I kiss her nonstop.

We share slow, open-to-mouth kisses for a minute before I pull back slightly. I try to study her, scanning her and studying her like a book. I want to know if she is still under the effect of Agra.

I take steps back and stand up. I want to know whether she is conscious and aware of what we are doing to each other. Guilty eats me up. I am worried about her consent to this. I am troubled that all this is being done while she is under the influence.

She stands up and holds me in her arms with a tight-back hug. “Please don't go.” She begs desperately. “I want you here with me right now. Please?”

I turn around to meet her gaze. She keeps her eyes on me. She brushes her lips on my arm. Pulling me back into her embrace. I cannot bring myself to say no. I brush my thumb on her parted lips. Then I cape her face in my hands.

I gaze at her deep into her eyes while our faces are inches apart. I feel our connection growing stronger.

“Do you know who I am and what you are doing to me, Keirah?”

“Yes… Luciano Salvatore Solana,” she smiles. “We are making love under a tree.” She chuckles again.

I don't need to hear anything else to confirm she is now aware; I am excited as I lay her back.

Pulling to position myself to lay my lower body in between her legs. She closes her eyes, ready for me to crunch her thirst.

And I do not disappoint. I thrust into her nonstop, and in between the thrusts, whatever was holding her inside was no longer and had broken down.

This time around, it feels different. It feels good. It feels as if I am finally making love to her. All along, I have felt that sex was under the influence. Keirah was pushing so much, and I was holding back.

But now it was no longer about Keirah or me. I am lost in making love with her. It is a two-way situation.

It is like we are back on the dancefloor. With no words spoken, we can hear each other. I am right there, and she can read what I desperately want.

We are back to none of us saying anything, and we both know what our partner wants. I thrust into her nonstop. As she jacks backward with every push rhythmically.

Then our sounds like music are loudly heard as we both moan and breathe loudly. With time, the moans intensify. Breathing heavily as if we have come from a marathon.

Then my phone rings.

Fuck... fuck, I curse.

I keep hearing the phone ringing too well, but I can't bring myself to stop, nor can I do anything. I am too invested to remove my eyes from Keirah's face. It is my first time making love even without comparing it to anything. It is the best I could ever hope for in a lifetime.

Then the turn of events brings me back to reality.

It has turned from the best to the worst.

Keirah's body is shaking. Quivering.

She is shaking non-stop. When Keirah tries to stop it, with all her might. She can't.

She tries to stand up, but her legs are all jelly, and she gives up on standing.

I sit frozen as I watch her.

Tears are flying down my face.

For a minute, lying down. Her body feels as if it is going through multiple electric shots. Every inch of her body is electrified.

She is dying on me.