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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 11)
The bedroom was a swamp of heat and sweat, the air thick with the raw, musky scent of sex and the faint, medicinal tinge of the ointment. A sharp, rhythmic slap of damp skin meeting damp skin was the only clock counting the passing moments. Janina surfaced from a deep, exhausted sleep to the sensation of being filled, a slow, relentless undulation beneath her. Rahim was still on top of her, his body a solid, heavy weight, moving with a driven, animalistic rhythm that spoke of a need far beyond satiation.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. She saw the small jar on the nightstand, its contents gleaming. He must have applied more while I was out, she thought, her mind still fuzzy. The pungent, earthy smell of it clung to him, to her, to the very sheets.
She felt overly sensitive, every nerve ending alight. A warm, aching pulse radiated from her core with each of his deep, measured thrusts. His mouth was at her neck, not kissing, but tasting her skin, his tongue leaving a cool trail on her heated flesh before he moved to her breast, drawing a peaked, tender nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. A low moan vibrated through him into her.
“You’re awake,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a gravelly rumble. He lifted his head, his eyes dark and unfocused with lust, and captured her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It was less about affection and more about consumption, his tongue mapping the inside of her mouth with a possessive urgency.
He pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before he began to move down her body. He paused his thrusts, withdrawing from her with a soft, wet sound that made her shiver. He kissed a path down her sternum, over the gentle curve of her belly, his hands spreading her thighs wider.
“Rahim… wait…” she breathed, her voice weak. Her body felt used, her muscles liquid and uncooperative.
He didn’t listen. His mouth found her core, and she jolted. She was exquisitely sensitive there, swollen and slick, and the touch of his tongue was almost too much to bear. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tasting himself on her, and the dual sensation of his invasion and the residual thrum of his previous releases inside her made her head spin.
“I feel complete inside you,” he groaned into her wetness, the words vibrating through her. “Whole. Like I’ve been searching for this my whole fucking life.”
Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. 2:17 PM. The number, digit, figure glowed faintly in the gloom. She’d first opened her door to him at half-past nine. A cold shock ran through her feverish body. Four hours.
He’d been at this for four hours. Her mind, still clouded with sleep and pleasure, did the math. The soreness that was a dull ache everywhere, the specific, tender bruises on her breasts from his hungry mouth and possessive hands… it wasn’t from one round. Or two.
She tried to push at his shoulders, a feeble attempt to regain some control. “Stop… please, Rahim. I can’t… I’m too tired.”
He ignored her weak protests, his grip on her thighs firm as he moved back up her body, his cock, slick with her wetness and his own spend, prodding insistently at her entrance once more. He was impossibly hard, as rigid as he’d been that first time hours ago. The ointment was a miracle worker.
“Just enjoy it, Janina,” he commanded, his voice rough as he pushed back into her in one smooth, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. “Let me give you this. I’ve never… I’ve never been able to do this before. I came inside you four times while you slept. Four. This is the fifth. You do something to me.”
A fifth time. The number echoed in her head, a testament to a stamina that bordered on terrifying. He began to move again, his pace quickening, becoming harder, more frantic. The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, wetter, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing. He was a man possessed, fucking her with a single-minded intensity that left no room for anything but sensation.
He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach with a strength that stole her breath. The mattress dipped under his knees as he positioned himself behind her. He didn’t hesitate. He drove into her from behind, his length spearing her deeply. Each thrust was a powerful piston, his hips slamming against the full, rounded curves of her ass with a force that was both punishing and electrifying.
“Fuck! Your ass… Jesus…” he grunted, his words slurring with the effort of his movements. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her steady for his relentless pace. She could only brace herself on her elbows, a soft, continuous moan being forced from her with every impact.
His rhythm became erratic, frantic. He leaned over her, covering her back with his sweat-slick chest, his mouth near her ear. “Gonna fill you up again… gonna mark you…”
With a guttural, raw shout that was half-scream, half-prayer, he plunged into her as deep as he could go and held there. She felt the hot, pulsing release of his fifth orgasm flooding into her, a seemingly endless cascade that seemed to go on and on. His entire body tensed, shuddered violently, and then collapsed heavily atop her, crushing her into the mattress.
For a long time, there was only the sound of their labored breathing mingling in the humid air. The ceiling fan whirred uselessly above, doing little to cool their overheated skin. He was a dead weight, but she lacked the strength to push him off.
Slowly, he rolled off her, his spent cock sliding out of her with a final, wet sigh. He lay on his back beside her, one arm thrown over his eyes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.
“My wife,” he finally said, his voice hoarse, “she never… I could never go more than once. I thought it was me.”
Janina stared at the water-stained ceiling, her body humming with a strange, exhausted euphoria. “And now?”
“Now I know it was her.” He turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “You’re like a drug, Janina. I don’t think one hit will ever be enough.”
She swallowed, the reality of his words, of the entire afternoon, settling on her like a weight. “What are we doing, Rahim?”
He was silent for a moment. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But I know I’m not done.”
The bedroom was a swamp of heat and sweat, the air thick with the raw, musky scent of sex and the faint, medicinal tinge of the ointment. A sharp, rhythmic slap of damp skin meeting damp skin was the only clock counting the passing moments. Janina surfaced from a deep, exhausted sleep to the sensation of being filled, a slow, relentless undulation beneath her. Rahim was still on top of her, his body a solid, heavy weight, moving with a driven, animalistic rhythm that spoke of a need far beyond satiation.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. She saw the small jar on the nightstand, its contents gleaming. He must have applied more while I was out, she thought, her mind still fuzzy. The pungent, earthy smell of it clung to him, to her, to the very sheets.
She felt overly sensitive, every nerve ending alight. A warm, aching pulse radiated from her core with each of his deep, measured thrusts. His mouth was at her neck, not kissing, but tasting her skin, his tongue leaving a cool trail on her heated flesh before he moved to her breast, drawing a peaked, tender nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. A low moan vibrated through him into her.
“You’re awake,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a gravelly rumble. He lifted his head, his eyes dark and unfocused with lust, and captured her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It was less about affection and more about consumption, his tongue mapping the inside of her mouth with a possessive urgency.
He pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before he began to move down her body. He paused his thrusts, withdrawing from her with a soft, wet sound that made her shiver. He kissed a path down her sternum, over the gentle curve of her belly, his hands spreading her thighs wider.
“Rahim… wait…” she breathed, her voice weak. Her body felt used, her muscles liquid and uncooperative.
He didn’t listen. His mouth found her core, and she jolted. She was exquisitely sensitive there, swollen and slick, and the touch of his tongue was almost too much to bear. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tasting himself on her, and the dual sensation of his invasion and the residual thrum of his previous releases inside her made her head spin.
“I feel complete inside you,” he groaned into her wetness, the words vibrating through her. “Whole. Like I’ve been searching for this my whole fucking life.”
Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. 2:17 PM. The number, digit, figure glowed faintly in the gloom. She’d first opened her door to him at half-past nine. A cold shock ran through her feverish body. Four hours.
He’d been at this for four hours. Her mind, still clouded with sleep and pleasure, did the math. The soreness that was a dull ache everywhere, the specific, tender bruises on her breasts from his hungry mouth and possessive hands… it wasn’t from one round. Or two.
She tried to push at his shoulders, a feeble attempt to regain some control. “Stop… please, Rahim. I can’t… I’m too tired.”
He ignored her weak protests, his grip on her thighs firm as he moved back up her body, his cock, slick with her wetness and his own spend, prodding insistently at her entrance once more. He was impossibly hard, as rigid as he’d been that first time hours ago. The ointment was a miracle worker.
“Just enjoy it, Janina,” he commanded, his voice rough as he pushed back into her in one smooth, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. “Let me give you this. I’ve never… I’ve never been able to do this before. I came inside you four times while you slept. Four. This is the fifth. You do something to me.”
A fifth time. The number echoed in her head, a testament to a stamina that bordered on terrifying. He began to move again, his pace quickening, becoming harder, more frantic. The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, wetter, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing. He was a man possessed, fucking her with a single-minded intensity that left no room for anything but sensation.
He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach with a strength that stole her breath. The mattress dipped under his knees as he positioned himself behind her. He didn’t hesitate. He drove into her from behind, his length spearing her deeply. Each thrust was a powerful piston, his hips slamming against the full, rounded curves of her ass with a force that was both punishing and electrifying.
“Fuck! Your ass… Jesus…” he grunted, his words slurring with the effort of his movements. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her steady for his relentless pace. She could only brace herself on her elbows, a soft, continuous moan being forced from her with every impact.
His rhythm became erratic, frantic. He leaned over her, covering her back with his sweat-slick chest, his mouth near her ear. “Gonna fill you up again… gonna mark you…”
With a guttural, raw shout that was half-scream, half-prayer, he plunged into her as deep as he could go and held there. She felt the hot, pulsing release of his fifth orgasm flooding into her, a seemingly endless cascade that seemed to go on and on. His entire body tensed, shuddered violently, and then collapsed heavily atop her, crushing her into the mattress.
For a long time, there was only the sound of their labored breathing mingling in the humid air. The ceiling fan whirred uselessly above, doing little to cool their overheated skin. He was a dead weight, but she lacked the strength to push him off.
Slowly, he rolled off her, his spent cock sliding out of her with a final, wet sigh. He lay on his back beside her, one arm thrown over his eyes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.
“My wife,” he finally said, his voice hoarse, “she never… I could never go more than once. I thought it was me.”
Janina stared at the water-stained ceiling, her body humming with a strange, exhausted euphoria. “And now?”
“Now I know it was her.” He turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “You’re like a drug, Janina. I don’t think one hit will ever be enough.”
She swallowed, the reality of his words, of the entire afternoon, settling on her like a weight. “What are we doing, Rahim?”
He was silent for a moment. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But I know I’m not done.”
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