"I'm so wet, Gian, I wanted you to fuck me all day. I waited all day for you to cum inside me," I say with a whimper. My breathing is close in time with every thrust, making my words jumpy and urgent.
"Good, Lucy, but I'm going to fuck you harder and deeper before I cum inside this pussy tonight," Gian says and closes his teeth over one of my earlobes. It makes me sigh, squirm against him.
I like the sound of him fucking me deeper. I imagine I'm like clay, I'm malleable and my body is so consumed by his that deep inside of my pussy is the imprint of his cock. I'm shaped just for him. I cum only for Gian. I ache for his body interlocked with mine. It isn't such madness to think that I'm formed for him, and I like the thought even if it's silly. I blame how hard and deep he fucks me. These unrelenting thrusts clear all thoughts from my mind except how deep and hard he is fucking me.
Sure enough, Gian makes good on his promise. He pulls back and then grabs my thighs, spreading them up and apart. His hands maintain their grip, and his hips return to their previous speed.
The pressure in my pussy is instantly so much stronger that I scream out. The sound is buried in the exertions of his cock slamming into me. Somehow this angle is so much deeper that it drowns out the sounds that claw their way up to my throat and I don't know what to do. I can hardly breathe. The pressure is so intense that it feels like my body is going to burst. Gian has me pinned under him, and he's fucking me so hard I think I might black out. The pressure and the pleasure spiral together. I feel so helpless beneath him now and he's fucking me so hard I don't know if I'll be able to walk straight tomorrow. Which I don't mind at all.
I can't believe how slutty this thought is, but I like the idea of Gian fucking me so hard that I walk bowlegged or something like that. I like feeling sore after he fucks me. The memories against my skin, deep in my pussy, against my soul, are little scars and badges of honor. They aren't permanent, they aren't forever, but when they can remain until the next time he fucks me, it makes me feel somehow more complete.
Gian and I are both glistening in a sheen of sweat beneath the moonlight. Gian switches his tack from thundering thrusts at lightning speed to slow, deep, hard thrusts that make me yelp with hunger every time he sinks so deep into me. His hands on my legs squeeze harder and he presses them up higher but also closer together. The closeness and added depth to this angle makes me grit my teeth. It's such an intense sensation that I'm gasping for air, my lungs begging to be filled up with fresh air so that I can breathe. When people talk about someone taking their breath away, this is what they should be talking about. Because this literally breathtaking sex position is the most incredible sensation that's ever overtaken my body.
Just when I think I might succumb to madness if he fucks me like this any more, Gian pulls my legs back down and brings his hands under my ass to hold me and lift me up while he fucks into me slower. It's these maddening slow strokes that are a double-edged sword. On the one hand, they're a reprieve from the ultra intense fucking before. So it seems like I should be able to catch my breath and take everything that he's offering me. But on the other hand, the hand I'm actually dealt, I can still barely breathe. My whole body aches for him to fill me up and the second before his cock is all the way in me again, time drags slow and tortures me to the point that I'm inhaling the full length of him and exhaling in a whimper with his every exit.
My hands reach out and I wrap his forearms, squeezing with all might at his arms caging around me for his purchase while he rocks inside of me and makes my whole world evaporate into nothing but need and arousal.
"You look like some kind of goddess of the night," Gian says in a tender voice. "The moonlight looks good on you," he says with a satisfied growl.
I'm pleased. I love when he says things like this to me. Gian is the first person to let me know that I'm actually attractive. But even though others find me attractive and I recognize that now, Gian is the only one who makes me feel beautiful. More than that, he makes me feel cherished. Cared for. Wanted. Safe.
I'm so safe in his arms.
I let out a nervous giggle. "Guess we'll save so much on the lingerie budget," I offer up a bit of humor, and then bite my lip when he closes all the spaces within me and fucks his cock all the way up my pussy again.
Gian's charming grin in the moonlight actually makes my pussy tingle. My clit twitches. That's how beautiful his face is, how handsome his smile is before he laughs. "Oh, but I'm not going to stop fucking you in the daylight, either. Though that's not a promise about tonight, as I don't know how much longer I want to last in your sweet pussy tonight. I missed you." The admission that he missed me feels warmer than all the other words. What was light becomes heavy. What was sweet becomes treasured.
I know that I'll never forget how he said that. I wish I could tell him how much he means to me, but I don't even know how to put those feelings into words or even expressions with my body.
"I missed you, too, Gian," I say. The words are true but they are inadequate.
Gian says more with his body, with his words, than I could with an entire dictionary in my hands and a thousand years. The only thing more mysterious to me than what I wish I could say to Gian is what on earth it is that I feel for him.
I don't know what being in a relationship feels like. Other than the incredible experiences that I have with Gian, I don't even know what sex or orgasms feel like. I just know that … I don't ever want to be without him.
Gian wants me, after all, he insisted on keeping me forever. But it feels like more and more, Gian is conflicted beyond what he feels. There's something else, especially now with his upset demeanor when he arrived. The slower and deeper he strokes into my pussy, the more my mind obsesses over every detail I can think of.
"Where did you go, baby girl?" Gian asks. His lips close over mine, eating any answer I might've had. And I didn't have one. How do you put into words things you don't know and talk about the very things that you can't put into words?
I let myself fall into a kiss. Even though he's on top of me, the feel of his lips on mine, kissing me slow and deep and sensual as the way that he slides his cock into me is enough to make me feel disconnected from space, time, or any worries that were on my mind.
When he starts to speed up, worries are a million miles away and I'm aching with the intense pressure building up within me. The orgasm aching to be released builds up in my body and makes me want to scream out, to beg. But that's not how this works.
I kiss Gian deeper, roll my body against his, hold him tight, and let myself be driven further and further into madness. I ache for him, long for him. I could live forever in the feeling of his cock inside me. His lips pressed against mine. His tongue sweeping over mine. Gian tastes like a home I've never known. The scent of him makes me feel like I'm in a private world where nothing can hurt me.
The arms wrap tighter around him. Squeezing Gian, I lighten my kiss for just a moment and inhale still wrapped up in our kiss. I want to breathe him in forever. I never want to leave his arms. My pussy is shivering. My legs tremble around him and I ache for this to never stop … and my clit is burning with the fire of an angry sun with an urgent need to cum.
It snuck up on me in the serenity of the moment, but it turns my kiss from sweet and passionate to needy and hungry. I'm devouring his mouth the way that his body and his mouth have taught me. I need release, but I have that almost fear in the moment where I get so close to cumming. I guess I'm not quite ready for the intensity of the sensations that I feel until they're rolling over me so much that I can't possibly control them, and then I do, for Gian. I hold back an orgasm for him to grant it for me, and that may be twisted in all the wrong ways, but it makes me indescribably happy. I long for him to grant me that which makes me feel more alive than I ever have. I want to come undone when he says so. I like when he's buried deep within me, and that incredibly sexy voice lets me know that it's time to ride the waves we started to their highest parts. The orgasms that I have with him touching me are the only orgasms I've had … but they're just too amazing for words. It's strange, but it's what I like.
I'm reminding myself of that fact while I'm tangling with the need building within me. Gian's smile, spread across his lips now, makes me so much wetter. The feel of him smiling when we kiss is so tender and sensual and it makes me happier than I know how to say. I remember the Giancarlo Sandoval that I met not that long ago who looked like he never met a smile worth paying for. I don't just mean women … I mean Gian looked like he never, ever smiled. Thinking about it now breaks my heart and I kiss him impossibly deeper. Let me take his breath away and he'll get an idea of just how much I need him.