" Good." I set my jaw. My hands are still around his cock, and I trace them up and down the length of his shaft, marveling at the velvety softness of him and the contrast between that and how steel-hard his shaft feels beneath the soft skin. But a little pain can be nice.
He laughs softly. "Well. I’ll do my best to avoid any pain this time, but.. " He reaches down then, to catch my wrists and raise them over my head. He transfers them into one hand, so he’s pinning my arms above my head with just one hand while he reaches down with his other to pull my hips a little farther up the bench.
When he leans down over me this time, eyes fixed on mine, I arch my back and feel the press of his hard muscles all the way down my body, his abs against my belly, his pecs digging into my bare, still hardened nipples.
"Fuck you’re perfect," Sin murmurs, his face inches from mine.
He parts my thighs, and I feel his cock graze my inner thigh. He looks huge. As if sensing my nervousness, he smiles again, and slides one hand down to part my pussy lips. "You’re nice and wet already," he murmurs, his fingers probing for my entrance. One finger slips into mine slowly, before a second joins. My eyes flutter half-shut at the sensation. "Just relax, Mani, and let me show you."
So I do. I relax. He knows my body better than I do, it seems. And surrendering control feels sexy, like a kind of power in itself, giving myself over to him.
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with the tip of his cock instead. His eyes caught mine and held them. "Normani..." He murmurs my name like he’s testing out the way it feels on his tongue, before he slowly rocks his hips forward and presses inside me.
I moan, long and low, as his cock slides into my pussy. I can feel my walls stretching around him, straining to take in his girth. For a moment, my breath hitches, and he pauses, watching me closely, attentive to my every breath and motion, waiting until I catch his eye and nod before he starts to move again, pressing deeper and deeper.
Finally, he’s lying next to me, and his cock is buried fully inside me, my pussy aching with the unfamiliar stretch. But it’s a good ache. The kind of bone-deep ache that makes me want more of this, more of him.
"Fuck" he groans between his clenched teeth. "You are so fucking tight. You'll feel incredible. " He leans down to kiss my neck, then the soft spot below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin and making me gasp with pleasure. He traces his lips over my jawline until his mouth finds mine again, and he crushes my lips against his in a slow, deep kiss.
I parted my lips, let his tongue slip between them, let him claim every inch of me, my hands still pinned above my head. It feels delicious to surrender like this, to let him take charge. When our mouths part, he grins down at me, his gaze full of heat.
"You feel that?" he asks, as he slowly arches his hips to draw his cock back out of me.
I gasp a little, my hips rising up to collide with his, at the sensation of him leaving me. But before I can miss him too much, he thrusts back in, and the pleasantly stuffed sensation returns.
"You’re mine," he whispers, his voice nearly a growl, as he thrusts back into me again. He reaches down with his free hand to cup my leg and draw it up around his waist. I wrap both of my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind him.
"I’m yours," I breathe faintly, agreeing, eyes fixed on his face as he draws out, thrusts in again. Each time it feels like he’s spearing me a little more deeply, hitting me in just the right spot. I moan as he starts to move faster, his cock setting off every nerve ending in my body.
I expected this to hurt more. There’s a little pain, especially when he starts to drive into me harder and faster.
"Say it again," he growls against my mouth, kissing me harder, thrusting into me. I tighten my legs around him and arch my back and my hips, letting him have complete control, letting him take whatever he wants from me.
"I’m yours," I cry out, louder this time. A faint cry escapes my lips as he arches his hips, angling himself inside me, his cock stretching my walls around him.
"I want you to come for me." He moves hard and fast against me, reaching down to grab my ass, angling me so he can pound into me. "Come for me, Mani."
My breath hitches as I feel the pressure building behind my navel again. It’s familiar, after the last time. "I’m going to," I panted. "I’m going to come for you."
"Do it," he growls. "Now."
There’s no disobeying the command in his tone. And between that and the pounding pace he’s setting, I can hardly disobey. I arch my back, panting, nearly there, feeling my whole body tremble as I poise on the edge of a climax...
He slides up and away from me a little, positioning himself at a new angle so the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot I felt earlier within me. Now I really can’t help it. "Come," he says, and I do, screaming so loudly I’m sure half the house will hear us. I don’t care.
My voice echoes through the room as the orgasm sweeps through me, even stronger than the first time. My whole body shakes from the force of it.
But it doesn’t even slow Sin down. He just keeps thrusting into me, fucking me so hard my ass bounces against the bench underneath us. I tighten my legs around him, sensing he’s near the edge himself. He releases my wrists, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body down against mine. He fucks me without control now, with complete abandon, and I drive my hips up into his, giving as good as I get.
He reaches up to grab the back of my head, his fingers wrapped tight in my hair, so tight it makes my eyes water, but I don’t care. We’re both lost in the moment, in the feeling of his cock buried deep inside my pussy.
He finishes with a loud, guttural growl, and we fall back against the bed, breathless, my head racing. For a long moment, all he does is lie across me, his head cradled against my chest, where he no doubt can hear just how hard my heart is pounding.
When he finally pulled out of me, I let out a little mewl of protest. It felt so right to have his cock inside me, filling me up. Now I feel empty. A trickle of my own juices inches down my thigh as he draws back and away. I sit upright with a gasp, but he just smiles, like he’s anticipating my thoughts, and leans down to kiss me again, more softly this time.
"Don’t worry, I still plan on taking you with me in so many ways." He whispers, his promise echoes through the night, and I smile at the thought of it.