Chapter １８

Oh my God, I murmur under my breath as Paul slows down and pulls his cock out of me in a gentle manner. Even though I am almost loathe to let it go, I am aware that there is more that is yet to come. More than that.

I don't even know where the strength comes from to be able to accomplish it, but I sit up by propping myself up on my elbows. By moving my body in a manner like that of a cat, I force Paul to the ground and then get on top of him, straddling him. I lock my eyes on his, and as I do so, I feel a desire well up inside of me that I just know will overwhelm me. I take his cock and direct it towards my pussy as I do so. In fact, I would really want for it to take place. For the purpose of consumption by Paul Caspar.

I slowly lower myself onto his cock, biting down on the bottom portion of my lip as I feel his thickness separating my labia and moving in. I like the sensation of his thickness sliding in. I give him permission to go all the way in, and as soon as I feel his cock becoming buried in me, I begin rocking my hips back and forth.

We become one at that moment, our movements becoming synchronized with one another as he seizes me by the rear end and thrusts his hips in my direction as I move.

My hands are on his chest as we move slowly and delicately together, and I feel his cock slipping into and out of my pussy as our bodies rock back and forth. I tilt my head slightly forward and lightly brush my lips against his. Then, I round my back and pick up the pace of my movements; he mimics my motions by pushing harder, and the sound of his thighs smacking on my buttocks fills the whole space. It doesn't take long for us to get disoriented in the flurry of activity, and by that time, large beads of perspiration have begun to collect on my forehead.

We keep going until I'm completely drenched in perspiration and have stray hairs stuck to my forehead, and then we stop.

I can feel beads of it running down my back, and despite the fact that I can feel the claws of exhaustion reaching for me, I continue to move furiously over his cock. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Due to my desire to go one step farther, I pause my forward motion for the exact amount of time required to plant both of my feet by the side of his thighs. In order to prevent him from removing his cock from inside me, I raise my body over his waist and stoop down, which enables his cock to penetrate even more than it did before.

We exchange looks, and then he reaches for me, putting two fingers of his hand on my clit as he does so. He gives me a smile as he does this, and then lets go. I am aware of that electrifying pulse resonating inside me once again, and in the space of only a few beats of my heart after that, a sliver of pleasure grows into a raging inferno of bliss.

My pussy tightens its grip on his cock, and I slowly lower myself until my knees are once again in contact with the floor. As I shiver in pleasure, I lean forward until my forearms are crossed over his chest. My vocal chords have reached their capacity, and all that they are able to produce at this point is a low croak of pleasure. I can't even groan or scream anymore.

I limply roll onto my side, spreading both my arms and legs out on the floor as I gaze at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

I am staring at the ceiling. Oh my God, I have no more energy... And despite that, I hunger for more! I have no idea what Paul does to make me act this way, but once I'm in his company, I become an animal with an insatiable need. This works out well, since he seems to have an even more voracious appetite than I do. When it comes to what happens behind closed doors, we're a match made in heaven. That is, if we were between any sheets at all; it appears that with him we don't even have the patience required to get anywhere near a bed. But I'm not going to complain about it since his nude body is all the furnishings I need.

As Paul begins to sit up, I take a few long breaths, then muster whatever power I have left, and I get to my feet. Paul continues to sit up.

As I sashay through the living room and go toward the bedroom, I give him a sly grin while maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

The moment has come to make love on a real mattress. As Paul closes the distance between us, I enter the room and crawl onto the bed on my knees. Once I'm there, I go down on all fours and sway my behind in an attempt to attract Paul's attention. It is not necessary for me to say anything further since he walks across the room in two broad steps and forcefully grabs my hips before positioning himself behind me. I turn my head to gaze behind me, and I can feel a fire starting in my eyes.

“What exactly are you holding out for?” I inquire while biting down on the corner of my bottom lip. “Fuck me. Hard.” Paul gives me a sly look and then grinds the tip of his shaft on my labia while holding his shaft in his hand.

He responds to her with a sneer, “You asked for it,” and then thrusts at her. A loud scream creeps up my throat and erupts in my mouth as his cock pushes against the inner walls of my body on its way in. Waves of euphoria ride through me as Paul begins to fuck me savagely.

I have no idea how much time has passed as he presses himself into me; my body is on fire and my mind is beginning to sink.