(part 2)

As he adjusted himself into position to control her access, she kept silently hoping this wasn’t a cruel joke. She wanted him. She could feel him, well, not him, but his heat signature as well as his hands holding her in place. She wanted to feel his strength in her.

As she pressed harder against him, his breathing deepened and grew ragged. He sounded like he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

Taking his time, he unzipped, a process that shouldn’t have captivated her attention, except that this time, as she heard him unzip, she grew distinctively aware that her nylon had ripped and left her sex exposed. How, she wasn’t too sure, but whatever he did to make himself at ease had left her exposed.

Her temp shot up in anticipation. Could this be the day where he would last more than a minute and a half? Suddenly, she felt extreme heat and fire touch and kiss the lips of her exposed sex. There was a distinct throbbing beat going on in the fire that was just sending a tempo of rushing waves of anticipation through her.

What was taking him so long? She was tightly pressed against him, yet he was not inside. He was just pulsating at the entrance driving her mad with pleasure yet not inside where she needed him to be.

Moving about to adjust, she found him holding her in place and not allowing her to engulf him with her increasingly wet gift. Whatever was going through his head, this was new and unusual. The tease was great, but this wasn’t the day for it. She was vaguely aware of her feet still hurting and she had laundry to do. The sooner she could get him to go, the better.

He waited. and waited.. but the pulsing pressure on her lips was telling a different story. Something was building up in intensity but was being patient and probing her soul.

She tried to get up to work this scene onto the bed only to find his chest strongly resisting her and pinning her further down on her knees and elbows. The pounding racing heartbeat of his was telling her that he had intense plans to ravish her. But yet, he wasn’t inside of her. He was pinning her securely down, but kept waiting.

All this kept raising her pulse and making her more wet. She wanted, craved him. Sweat was starting to bead off her forehead onto the ground. She needed him. So with the only movement she could, she wrapped her ankles behind his calves in an effort to encourage him to enter her.

Nothing. Just steadfast pulsing beat against her sex driving the tempo further northward.

Then.. ever so slightly. He moved. away.. no! no.. no.. no… not away.. closer!

She tried to push back against him but was met with a very firm hand of resistance on her back. no? why? No….?

Then. With a strong exhale, he grabbed her hips and pulled very hungrily and very determinedly on her towards him. She felt the strong slide of his manhood against her clit. Oh the waves of intense head flared through her body igniting an explosion of feelings.

Biting her lips, she clenched her fist and pushed back hard against him.. yet.. he wasn’t inside.. he was just pulsating hard against her sending massive voltage of energy throughout her body.

Unexpectedly, he pushed her away. Held her away. Paused. She couldn’t move against his strong grip. What was he thinking? what was happening/ before she could figure to look back, he was pulling her back carefully and steadily back.

Then.. she felt his mass press then part her lips as his head slid in partway in. Then hold.. the pulsation was even more live.

He rasped at her.. “you’re mine”

Then plunged deeply into her. He took her like there was no tomorrow. Pulling her hungrily, he ravaged her and plundered her with all his might. She wanted to scream his name but held her tongue. The pleasure was unbelievable.

Just as the third wave of orgasms gripped her and shook her hard, he started to shift her hips about as he thrust deeply. As if he was searching for something specific. He kept changing the tilt of her pelvis, the angles, the depth of thrusts, the intensity of thrusts. He was orchestrating something and her body was loving it fully.

Then, he paused. He was resting against her g-spot. How he found it, no one knew, but she knew one thing, her pleasure meter had just broke. He was right there and the steady fast beat of his heart was registering deep inside her as his manhood thumped out the beat against her g-spot making her eyes roll and head spin with never before felt waves of pleasure.

Through gritted teeth, he uttered, “hold me!” She squeezed with all she had as he resumed his thrusting. This time, the basic instinct of animal heat took over and the pillage was like never ever before. He was going to take his and was not taking prisoners. She rocked back as hard as she could, the smacking of her cheeks against his pelvis was in sync with his pulling of her hard against himself. The resulting thunder and lighting of energy was making her run out of air.

The earthquake of shock-waves of pleasure was shifting the very foundation of her soul as he was taking her fully into himself. Anymore pleasure would have her passing out, she thought.

Then, he barked out.. “hold me!! tight!!!” she thought she was, but must have forgotten. She squeezed as hard as she could with all that she was made of.. and he uttered.. “harder!!!!!”

With every ounce of her being, she squeezed and tightened every single fiber of her vaginal walls and was greeted with a supernova explosion of feelings of intense orgasmic eruptions as her world faded from reality and entered nirvana only to have the lights turn dim as a mega star of white hot burning lightning storm hit her brain and crashed into her forehead as he came deep inside her while holding her, no clutching her tightly as he found his release.

In that moment, they were one. Merged together. One super being. A super pack of energy. He was holding her so closely and so tightly as he continued to flood her with his being of love.