54 Allowing

I'm pulling at his clothes, trying to get them out of my way from touching his body that I need to touch right now. I need to feel his strength, his control, that he uses to create this drive to be closer to him and pleasure my body the way he does.

Our clothes disappear, in between the deep devouring kisses and our bodies rolling against one another, they just were gone.

Then I feel him, deep within me. My eyes open wider, but not nearly as wide as my legs that are wrapped around his hips that he keeps spread with his body on one leg, his hand under the knee of my other leg.

"Oh my god!" I cry out, as my wet walls clench and try to pull him in deeper into me.

"Fuck, Lirael. When you cry out like that, it just makes me so much fucking harder. I need to be deep and hard inside you." Lance grunts out, thrusting into me more forcefully.

I don't hold back and let his cock work blissful whimpers and cries out of me, building the intensity in my core.

"You like the fact that you make me like this?" He remarks, still thrusting up inside me.

I mumble a yes in response, becoming delirious with the intoxicating delights of our flesh.

"Am I making you feel that good?" He whispers against my flesh, nipping at my neck.

I nod, "Yes. So good, don't stop." My voice raises an octave as I feel it coming. The tidal wave of bliss that's about to send me out to sea.

"Oh, yeah, baby? Are you going to come from my cock?" Lance's pants out his question.

"Yes! Please, oh.. oh .. " Lances mouth covers my own, swallowing my last gasps at trying to breathe as my body trembled and tightened into self.

I clutch onto him, holding him close against my body as my vision goes white and my hearing goes fuzzy.

"Oh fuck, yes, Lirael! You're coming so fucking hard on my cock. You feel so good, baby..." Lances mouth on mine brings me back down from cloud nine, shaking and pulsing on his still hard cock.

I'm whimpering in the aftershocks as Lance releases my leg and slows his thrusts down, letting me regain my breath.

"Lance.." My squeaky, spent voice escapes me but Lance shakes his head.

"I know, that was intense." He kisses my forehead, still doing deep and slow thrusts into me.

"I can't..." I want to say I can't feel my toes but Lance shakes his head at my words.

"You can, just give it a try, we'll go slow." He whispers into my ear. I try to wiggle my toes as his breathing quickens.

He slides down my body, pulling himself free, making me reach for him in question, before he slides all against my clit, and slams back into my pussy.

"Oh fuck!" The sensation has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He does it again, slides out, then up against my clit, and then back into me. This movement creating a desperate urgency in our bodies to reach a point of no return.

His hand finds my clit between us, as he builds us both up.

"Look at me, Lirael." Lance pleads, sounding like he's right there,

My eyes flutter open to see the plea in his eyes, one that I've seen before but he's never said out loud.

"...with me, Lirael?" I didn't catch what he asked but it doesn't matter as another orgasm hits me.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I squeal as my world is rocked by another intense orgasm that leaves us both breathless and moaning into each others necks.

Lance gets up and I hear the sound of water as he runs a bath. He scoops me up and sets me in the bath and joins me. He takes his time, washing my body down and then dries me off afterward.

He places me under the sheets, where I'm struggling to keep my eyes open at this point. Lance says something to me but I don't catch it.

"Huh?" I mumble.

"Don't worry, sleep, Lirael. I've got you. " He whispers, pulling me in closer to him as I fall asleep.

When I roll over and stretch, my head throbs and my dry mouth tastes like old shoe leather and feels like a sandbox.

Groaning, I slip from the warm body and bed, stumble to the bathroom and take care of the morning rituals. I brush my teeth and mouth, trying to get the taste out. I brush my hair that's still lightly damp. I make my way back to the bed, down the glass of water on my nightstand and grumble back under the sheets.

The sun was not up yet, but the clock said it was four. Too early for me.

I wake up to the first ray of sunshine of the morning, wrapped up in Lance's arms. I stretch and work myself from his embrace, in need of more water.

I wrap my robe around me, feeling the ache that Lance's cock left in me, making me smile as I made my way downstairs.

After drinking two glasses of water, I'm starting to feel less fuzzy. I see the forgotten drinks on the counter, vaguely remembering Lance picking me up and kissing me on top of my counters.

Some things that he said last night come back to me, 'tempting... devour you, that you trust me like that...'

I fill up a glass of water for Lance too, thinking about the sex last night and remembering other things he said as I walk up stairs.

'When you cry out like that, it makes me so much harder. You like making me like this? Oh fuck, you're coming so hard on my cock, you feel so good... give it a try, we'll go slow, with me, Lirael? Don't worry, I've got you.'

It's still a little patchy, but from the wet ache forming in between my legs, it felt amazing. I walk into the room and nearly drop both of the glasses of water.