Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

 
Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails dragging down his spine in a way that made him shudder, that made his rhythm falter for just a moment.
 
She was learning, learning what he liked, how to touch him, how to drive him as wild as he was driving her.
 
"Faster," she breathed, and his eyes widened.
 
"Are you sure?" he asked, because he didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to push her too far.
 
"Please," she whimpered, and her hips bucked against his, taking him deeper, and he groaned, his control slipping.
 
"I need more.
 
I need...
 
I don't know what I need, but I need more."
 
He increased his pace, still controlled, but deeper now, harder, and the sound of their bodies meeting, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, echoed across the empty beach, mixing with their moans and gasps and the eternal rhythm of the waves.
 
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and on the next thrust he hit something inside her that made her entire body jerk, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
 
"There," she gasped, "Oh God, there, please, "
 
He focused on that spot, hitting it with every thrust, and he could feel her climbing, could feel the way her inner walls began to flutter around him, the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm.
 
His hand slipped between their bodies, finding her clit, and he stroked it in time with his thrusts, a double assault on her senses that made her back arch, her head thrashing in the sand.
 
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice strained.
 
"Come around my cock, Kavya.
 
Let me feel you."
 
And she did.
 
Her orgasm was the most powerful yet, her entire body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on him so hard it was almost painful, milking him, drawing him deeper.
 
She screamed his name, raw and uninhibited, and the sound, the feeling of her pulsing around him, shattered the last of his control.
 
He thrust deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and his own climax hit him like a tidal wave, overwhelming, all.
 
consuming, devastating in its intensity.
 
He poured himself into her, pulse after pulse, marking her from the inside, claiming her in the most primal way possible.