She only knew the pleasure was endless, flowing and building, rasping over nerve endings, rippling over her flesh, burning through her mind.
Once Chase had the plug inside her rear, inflated and securely in place, he turned her to her back and eased over her.
She couldn't touch him. She whimpered at the need to touch him.
"It's okay, baby, just feel for me." His lips brushed over hers, a kiss so gentle, so tender it brought tears to her eyes as she twisted beneath him.
"I need." There was no thought in her mind of ending it. She had forgotten she could end it, so easily. All she knew was the addictive need for more. More of his kiss, his touch, more of the violent whiplash of pleasure tearing through her.
"I know you need, baby." He kissed her again, his tongue licking against hers as his palms cupped her face. "We're almost there. Almost there, Kia. Do we go on, or do we stop?"
She shook her head, panic suddenly tearing through her. He couldn't stop. Oh God, don't stop. She needed. She needed to know where this led, where the pleasure would take her, how it would end her.
"That's my sweet Kia," he crooned as she realized she had sobbed out her thoughts. "So sweet, so beautiful."
He kissed down her neck. He sucked her nipples gently, but even that delicate caress was nearly too much. She jerked beneath him, arching and begging.
He moved along her body, spread her thighs wide and eased himself between them.
"Damn you!" she screamed, or tried to scream the curse a second later as a slow, easy vibration began to pulse in her rear.
She could feel it. The nerve endings shot the sensation throughout her body, jerking her, causing her to buck as though she had been shot with a jolt of electricity.
At the same time, his tongue eased into the slit of her pussy. He did nothing fast, nothing hard. Each lick, each stroke, each time he filled the tight confines of her pussy with his flickering tongue she shot higher, higher than she thought possible. She was rocketing along levels of sensation, tortured with desperation.
She was sobbing with each flick of his tongue around her clit, each time he eased it into his mouth and laved it with the gentle sucking strokes of his mouth. He was too easy. There wasn't enough sensation. She needed more. She was burning alive for more, trying to scream for it.
Chase clenched his hands tighter on her hips and gasped roughly. The scent of her need was like boiling nectar, like the sweetest syrup as it flowed from her. He pulled it into his mouth, as addicted to her taste, to touching her, as she was becoming to his touch.
"Yes, oh yes, Chase, suck my clit. Harder. Please, please, suck it harder."
Her head thrashed on the bed as he eased the hard little nubbin into his mouth.
"Damn you." She strained beneath him, the sobs tearing through him as he eased back, licked and sucked at her flesh until he came to the tight entrance to her pussy.
He stabbed his tongue inside her, stopped, held himself there and tasted her as she screamed, her flesh rippling as she neared that final peak.
She was almost there. Ah God, almost there. If only he could hold on. His cock was throbbing in pain, his balls so tight, so ready to explode he didn't know if he could make it himself.
Perspiration eased in rivulets down her tight belly, her slender thighs. Her pussy was flowered open to him, deep rose pink flesh glistening with her cream as he licked around the entrance and eased inside her with his tongue again.
He could feel the vibration of the plug in her rear. The taut muscles of her pussy clenched around his tongue. When he filled her, when he worked his cock inside her, they were both going to die with the pleasure.
"Do it," she moaned as he licked inside her again. "Do it harder, Chase. Please."
He stabbed his tongue inside her. Stilled.
She sobbed as her orgasm nearly exploded, then leveled once again.
Almost. Sweet mercy, she was almost there.
He eased back, stared down at the flushed bare flesh of her sex and gently patted the sensitive folds as he watched her face now.
She arched. "More. More." Falling from her lips.
The next caress was a gentle slap. Nothing hard, she was too sensitive, too close to the edge. Just enough to add to the vibration of the plug in her ass.
Her clit was ruby red and throbbing, glistening and desperate for release. Her stomach flexed, convulsed as her womb rippled with the need for climax.
He spanked her pussy again, lightly. He had to hold back, had to breathe through his teeth as he watched the reaction against the soft folds of her pussy.
More. Just a little more. One more taste of her, and he could have her.
His head lowered once again as he held her thighs apart. He blew a rough breath across her clit and watched it flush deeper, watched it throb in desperation.
He licked into the opened slit, circled the fragile bud, fluttered his tongue against her entrance, and sucked at it with gentle strokes as he heard the low, guttural wail that left her lips.
Her face was flushed, eyes closed, but it was her expression, the look on her pretty heart-shaped face that nearly had him spilling his cum on the sheets.
She was there. That final peak. Lost to the sensations in such a way that there was no pulling back. There was only that final free fall into ecstasy.
Chase dragged himself to his knees, lifting her legs until he had them braced against his chest, his hands holding her rear, lifting her, bringing the little, fluttering opening of her pussy to the head of his dick.
Her entire body was flushed now, her juices thick on her pussy and thighs. She twisted against him, perspiration rolling from both of them as her expression became more dazed, more desperate. Her nipples were rock hard, pointed.
Spreading her legs he eased forward and licked at her nipples, careful to keep his cock pressed just at her opening, no closer. She writhed against the pressure, trying to force him inside her.
"I'm going to fuck you, Kia," he groaned. "So deep and hard it destroys both of us." He eased back, his gaze going to the center of her body, to the folds of sweet flesh parted for his cock.
"Easy first." He pressed against her. "I'm going to work inside you slow and easy, baby. Do you like that? You like feeling me stretch you, feeling my dick burn inside that little pussy, don't you?"
She was so tight, so hot around the head of his cock that he swore he couldn't hold back another second.
"There, baby, milk my cock, just like that."
She was flexing around him, drawing him inside her, tightening as he felt the vibration of the butt plug through the thin tissue separating it from his cock.
Hell, he was going to come. He couldn't handle it much longer, and he knew she couldn't either.
He worked his erection into her, penetrating her with the same slow, easy strokes he had used in her ass earlier. It took too long. His head fell back against his neck as he cursed, prayed, as he fought back the cum boiling in his balls until he was buried fully inside her.
Fully.
Her pussy rippled around his cock, flexed and milked it as the blood pounded through his body.
He eased his hand along her thigh, gripped the control to the plug and raised the vibration.
She screamed, bucked against him, and drove his erection deeper inside her as she nearly came. Almost. So fucking close. So close he could taste rapture.
He gave her time to level, for the pleasure to peak without orgasm and then began the slow, easy strokes inside that pushed her higher.
Her eyes were open, but unseeing. She was in a place no man could join her, a place few men could take her to. The complete searing intimacy, the knowledge that he held her in the palm of his hand right now, burned into his brain.
Completely vulnerable, she was completely open to him. She would agree to anything here, believe anything he told her. At this point, her heart, her soul, her mind belonged to him.
"Be mine," he whispered, knowing she was his already. The moment she reached this plateau, he had known, Kia belonged to him.
"Do we finish this, Kia?" He kept his voice soft, soothing, a rough croon. "Do we finish this, sweetheart?"
"Finish me," she sobbed, dazed, her voice thick and driven. "Now. Now, Chase. Please."
Barely coherent, the sobs tightened his balls to agonizing need. He drew in a hard breath, closed his eyes, and gave himself a second. Just a second to maintain control. When he opened them, he knew she was there. Ready to peak, to lose, for a few precious seconds, the last hold on reality once her orgasm exploded inside her.
He eased back, feeling her clench around his retreating cock until only the thick crest remained. He paused again, feeling the tension ratchet, feeling it drive inside him like a spike of pure ecstatic hunger.
He gripped her hips, his thighs bunching, then impaled her in one long, hard thrust.
She screamed, arched. Her stomach rippled, shudders began to tear through her muscles.
He paused. A second. Two.
"Mine," he whispered. "Fucking mine. Mine, Kia. You'll always be mine."
He was barely aware of the words, lost in his own pleasure now. One hand moved between her thighs, the other clung to her hips. He found her clit, laid his thumb over it, and then began thrusting.
Hard. Deep. Powerful, forceful thrusts as he slammed inside her.
The slow rise to ecstasy quickened, hardened inside Kia. She could hear herself screaming, trying to scream. The pressure on her clit stroked her to ecstatic, glorious release as the hard, furious strokes inside her sent her into a realm of exploding planets, brilliant colors, and pure, blazing white-hot orgasm.
She was coming, exploding, the release tearing through her over and over again, throwing her, tossing her through space and light until the final explosion sent her careening into the dark.
She was still flying. She could feel it. She knew it. But reality ceased and there was only sensation, liquid, heated, overwhelming sensation that drew a dark, pulsating blanket of pleasure around her.
For long, intense moments, Kia didn't exist. Just the dark. Just the blanket. Just the pure, undiluted wash of sensations that filled her senses and tore her past reality for long, desperate seconds.
He had won. She had won, because she felt him slump over her as she blinked, fighting to focus, feeling him shudder as his release spilled inside her with hard, white-hot pulses of semen.
They had won.
She collapsed beneath him, exhausted, weightless now. She had, for those few blinding seconds, lost consciousness, but while she had been there, while he had done as he had dared her he would, she hadn't been lost. She swore, just for that moment in time, she had been a part of Chase.
She had felt his claim on her. Unspoken. Silent. Not even fully acknowledged by him. She had known the possession and the possessiveness. She had seen the darkness, and it was her as well.
Chase eased from her slowly. The feel of his cock, so sensitive, still throbbing with sensation, withdrawing from the tight grip she had on him, brought a groan from his chest. He eased back, turned off the vibration in her rear, and felt spikes of pure sensation race through his body at her moan when he released the inflated plug and eased it from her.
He collapsed beside her, tossing the toy to the table beside the bed, barely finding the strength to pull her into his arms, to hold on to her with a strength born of desperation.
Had he ever felt anything like that? Hell, he thought he might have passed out himself as his cum spurted inside her, filling her body as he swore she had filled his heart for long, endless seconds.
He didn't know where she had taken him during those endless seconds of release, and he wasn't certain if he wanted to know.
He breathed in long and deep, forced his heart to slow, to ease, then somehow found the strength to rise from the bed and lift her into his arms.
Carrying her into the bathroom, he couldn't believe the weakness in his arms and his legs. He sat at the edge of the tub and flipped the tub stopper before turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.
He gave it a minute to fill the bottom of the tub before he eased into it, holding her against him as he settled them both into the comforting liquid.
