Luciene's screams echoed off the walls of the room, each one louder, more fragile than the last. Her body was melting beneath me; the soft curve of her back glistened with sweat, her hips rippling with every impact. The velvety folds inside her had surrendered completely to my rhythm.She opened up with every thrust and clenched tightly with every withdrawal, as though she was refusing to let me go and was drawing me in deeper instead. My thick length, forcing that narrow entrance, ground against the sensitive spot deep within her, and her entire body seized, trembling in spasms.
My arm still circled her throat, applying light pressure; her pulse raced wildly beneath my grip, her breath turning into muffled moans. For a moment, she forced her eyes open and turned her head to look at me, with great effort. Her gaze showed pure surrender: her pupils were dilated and glassy, and she was brimming with tears.
"Aurelius… please… more…" she whispered, her voice pleading, the words broken by unending moans.
I increased my pace; the slap of our skin had become a fierce rhythm, the room filled with wet sounds and the sharp smack against her reddened cheeks. My hands slid from her hips to her waist, gripping her tighter, pulling her body onto me as I buried myself deeper. Her wetness was so abundant that with every movement it splashed onto our thighs; the sheets beneath her were soaked.
I could feel Luciene's second orgasm building. Her walls began to grip me harder, rhythmic contractions milking me, sucking me in. Her back arched again, legs splayed wide on the bed, fingers clawing the sheets as if to tear them.
"I'm coming… ahhh… Aurelius!" she cried, her voice dissolving into a choked scream.
In that instant her spasms peaked; her walls clamped around me like iron, a hot flood of release pouring out, her body shaking violently. In fact, I drove harder and lost myself in the contractions. Luciene's body was dissolving in pleasure; her moans had become wordless, only raw, animal sounds, her face buried in the pillow, hair plastered to her skin with sweat.
I eased the pressure on her throat just enough to let her screams ring free. She threw her head back, veins standing out on her neck, face flushed and slick with perspiration.
"I'm yours… completely yours…" she murmured in a broken voice, waves of orgasm still rippling through her.
Luciene's body continued to tremble, the final ripples of her climax fading slowly, leaving a thin sheen of sweat along her spine. The pulsing walls inside her held me tight, unwilling to release me. My breath washed hot and heavy over her ear, possessively.
Slowly I withdrew. The sudden emptiness drew a small whimper from her lips, as though the loss of that part of me pained her anew. My hands moved from her waist to her hips; her reddened skin still burned beneath my palms. With a gentle but firm motion I rolled her onto her back. Her legs parted instinctively, the insides of her thighs gleaming with wetness and sweat; our mingled fluids slowly trickled onto the sheets.
She looked up at me at once, those dilated pupils still filled with the same obsessive adoration. Her lips were parted, breath coming in ragged gasps. Golden strands of hair fanned across the pillow, clinging to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly; the tips hardened, flushed pink.
"Now I want you like this," I said in a low voice, rising to my knees.
I slid my hands behind her thighs, cupped the backs of her knees, and slowly lifted them upward. I pressed her legs toward her chest until her hips lifted off the bed, her body folding open before me. In this position, she was utterly defenceless, with every intimate fold and her wet, swollen entrance exposeda. That tight, still-pulsing opening was right in front of my eyes, our mingled release slowly seeping down her thighs.
Luciene let out a shy whimper, but she didn't look away. On the contrary, she gazed deeper into my eyes, as if this complete exposure were another gift of surrender.
I rested her legs over my shoulders; the soft, warm skin of her calves brushed my cheeks. With one hand I pinned her wrist above her head against the pillow; with the other I guided my hardness to her slick entrance and, in a single slow thrust, buried myself to the hilt.
"Ahhnn-!"
Her cry was louder this time, more fragile. In this angle I reached even deeper; the thick head ground against her most sensitive place, and her whole body jerked. Her legs trembled on my shoulders, hips suspended in the air. Her inner walls gripped me with a new intensity from this angle. As I filled every inch of her, that tight passage pulled me harder, answering each thrust with another layer of resistance.
I found my rhythm immediately: hard, deep and relentless. With every drive her hips slammed against my shoulders, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. She clenched the sheets in her free hand and held onto my wrist with the other, neither of them pulling away, as though she wanted to share the exquisite ache.
We never broke eye contact. There was no longer mere love in her gaze, only worship.
"Aurelius… please… make me completely yours…" she whispered, voice trembling, half-choked.
The pressure of her legs against her chest shortened her breath even more, but it only drove her wilder. I sped up. Holding her hips aloft, I thrust harder, grinding that sensitive spot, stretching her inner folds. Luciene's third orgasm arrived swiftly. Her walls suddenly clamped like a vice; another hot flood spilled from her, this time splashing across her chest and belly. Her scream caught in her throat, head falling back, eyes closing.
But I didn't stop. I held her in this position, completely open and completely mine, at the peak of her ecstasy. With every movement I claimed her more thoroughly, carving my possession deeper into her obsession. And she wanted nothing else.
In this position Luciene's body belonged utterly to me; legs stretched over my shoulders, pressed toward her chest, hips suspended, everything open and surrendered. Those velvety, burning-hot folds reshaped themselves around me with every thrust, clinging as if inviting me deeper. I drove into her hard. Each time I touched that sensitive spot, her walls spasmed and her wetness flowed more freely, splashing onto her stomach and breasts and making our skin slick. Wet sounds kept time in the room, mingling with the slap of flesh.
Luciene's eyes remained closed after her third climax, but slowly opened again; in those wide, watery depths shone pure bliss. Because of her obsessive love she looked impossibly happy in this moment. Yet she was still shy, with flushed cheeks, biting her lip occasionally and glancing away only to look at me again immediately. Even when completely exposed to the man she adored, an innocent bashfulness lingered.
Her free hand still held my wrist, but now her fingers stroked my skin gently. She reached for me however she could; her tensed legs shifted slightly on my shoulders, calves pressing more firmly against my cheeks as if trying to embrace me with love. I kept her other wrist pinned, but with her free arm she slowly reached for my neck, fingers threading through the hair at my nape, drawing me gently toward her. A shy smile curved her lips.
"AHHH… Aurelius… Ah-Ah-Ahmmnn," she moaned again, voice trembling yet overflowing with love.
Despite her legs over my shoulders she rocked her hips subtly, trying to draw closer. I didn't slow down; in fact, I thrust harder and deeper. Her inner folds were now perfectly attuned to me. She sucked me in on every withdrawal, opened and swallowed me on every drive. Luciene's fourth orgasm was approaching; her walls began rhythmic contractions again, her moans rising higher, more pleading.
"Please… Ahhh… I feel you… Ahhh… everywhere…"
Her free hand slid from the nape of my neck to my back. Her nails grazed lightly, not to hurt me, but to claim me. My own limits were straining now; that hot, tight wetness was driving me mad. As my climax neared I tried to slow, pulling back slightly to withdraw.
But Luciene felt it instantly. Her eyes flew wide; her obsessive love flashed into panic.
"No… please don't pull out!" she cried urgently, voice breaking with desperation.
She quickly lowered her legs from my shoulders, unfolding them from her chest and wrapping them fiercely, lovingly around my waist. Her calves locked tight, heels digging into my back, pulling me close, hips lifting to deny any escape. At the same moment her arms coiled around my back like an octopus. Her walls clenched harder, locking me inside; that hot, slick heat refused to release me, sucking, pleading.
That movement shattered my control. With one brutal thrust I buried myself fully again and exploded inside her. Pulse after pulse of hot seed flooded deep, filling the most sensitive walls of her womb. Luciene's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the rush. Her body shuddered and her walls milked every drop as her fourth and most violent orgasm erupted in perfect unison.
And for the first time, entirely on her own initiative, she moved: straining upward, hand at my nape pulling me down, she pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was shy yet burning with passion. Her tongue tasted me with loving, obsessive hunger. As my seed filled her womb, she moaned into my mouth. We sealed everything with a kiss, our tongues entwining and our lips sucking gently as if trying to make the moment last forever.
She deepened the kiss, unwilling to break it; our breaths mingled, bodies still joined, her legs unyielding around my waist. At last she pulled back slightly, eyes meeting mine. Happiness, shyness, and utter devotion shone in her gaze. Her lips trembled into a smile, cheeks flushing once more.
"They're inside me… yours… they'll stay inside me…" she whispered, voice faint but content, brimming with love. Her legs remained locked around my waist; she held me there, keeping me deep within her warm embrace.