Once is not enough

He caressed her body again, moving his hand from her chest to her hips. Their intimate parts were in contact, rubbing against each other in a delicate, teasing dance.

When he finally thought it was time, he found his way inside her. He thrust his hips, slow and careful, and filled her with his erection. That sensation made her gasp and grab his shoulders, stick her nails in his skin and grimace. She bit her lips not to say anything, not to let any sound escape her throat.

But, when he retreated and pushed in again, she moaned. It was just a single, short sound. Amplified when he thrust back in with more strength.

He moved her hair away from her face, looking at her expression while causing her pleasure. It was such a view that he didn't even care about his own body. Not anymore, for once.

She locked her legs around his hips and pushed against him, helping him build the pace. Her lips parted to pant, but he bowed down to claim them. His fingers pinched her nipples, and his body pressed on hers, keeping her down.

Her nails stuck in his shoulders made him wish to move even faster, but he didn't want that moment to end so soon. She was his, surrendered to the pleasure and accepting just anything without complaint. Her tongue would reply to the passionate kiss, but her breath couldn't suffice for all that movement.

When he sensed she couldn't take it anymore, he let go of her mouth to allow her to breathe. At the same time, his lips focused on her neck, on the spots he had discovered would make her shiver.

When yet another cry failed to be suppressed, he decided that moaning was not enough. He wanted to hear her screaming in pleasure, maybe even calling his name. If not that night, the next one.

«Open your eyes,» he whispered in her ear. «Look at me.»

He slowed down his thrusts, locking his gaze with hers. He removed her arms from around his neck and blocked her hands on the pillow, entwining their fingers.

It wasn't a gesture of control; he just wanted to hold her hands. But, seeing her unable to break free made him swallow hard. He retreated from her core, leaving only the tip inside, slow like a torture master.

He could see it on her face: she wanted to press him to continue but she couldn't come to terms with that.

Her stubbornness didn't allow her to ask. He would have fixed that one day.

But, for the moment, all he wanted was to give her pleasure. He didn't even care so much about his own body. He just wanted her to feel good and be happy. His happiness for sure would follow.

With a single rough push, he filled her up again, reaching even deeper than before. She arched her back and moaned loudly, closing her eyes and losing herself in ecstasy.

«No,» he muttered, annoyed. «Keep your eyes open. Look at me.»

Like a good girl, she followed his instructions and returned his gaze. She bit her lips not to scream, but pleasure took over with the following harsh push. He was moving slow, but every thrust was rough and strong, reaching deeper every time.

Soon enough, she let out a low scream. Her face turned red like pepper, revealing her shyness with more clarity than any declaration. She hated screaming like that, it was evident. But she also couldn't stop herself.

Not while looking him in the eye, at least.

His grin made her blush even more, but she didn't dare avert her gaze. She followed his wish until almost reaching her limit. Almost, because he didn't let her.

He didn't hear her complaints while slipping out of her.

«On all four,» he said, and she turned on her stomach without thinking twice.

Whatever, as long as he let her finish off!

From behind, he could reach deep and hit her from another angle, making her climax in a few more thrusts. She clenched the sheets but didn't collapse on the bed just yet. He was still going, pursuing his own climax. She did have not one but two peaks; it was only fair if she gave back a little of that pleasure.

His fingers were clenching her hips, positioning her for the right angle. His breathing was also short and fast. He was close, she realised while pushing her butt back.

Her perseverance earned her yet another peak soon after the first. This time, she couldn't resist anymore and fell on the mattress. She hugged the pillow and sank her head to suppress her screams while her body was crossed by wave after wave, each more thrilling and blissful if possible.

The small part of her brain that wasn't clouded heard the sound of a package being torn and realised it was not over yet. He was getting ready for another round, wasn't he?

How was she going to survive any longer? She was already at her limit, tired like never before.

However, when his fingers caressed her back, light like a feather, she found some of her strength. She could do it, after all. It was worth all the fatigue.

«More?» she murmured, turning her head to him.

She found him perfectly in shape, ready to go. His erection was as hard as when it was inside her, making her wonder what kind of beast could have sex for a night without any need for a break.

«You didn't think once was just enough, did you?» was his reply. His eyes were dangerous while looking at her. She felt them on her body, analysing every single spot on her skin.

She sat on the mattress and lifted her chin until she could press her lips on his. Surprisingly, she agreed with him.

Once was not enough.