5 comments/ 10698 views/ 12 favorites Because I Want To Ch. 01 By: LLanerla My eyes flew open mid scream and I sat straight up in the bed. I scrambled about trying to find my attacker but all I saw was a darkened room and Trev sitting on the side of the bed. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, you're okay," he said in a low soothing voice. My voice came out in harsh sobs as I tried to catch my breath. I reached up and wiped my face off finding it soaked with tears. "Wha-what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly still trying to find the source of my fear. "You were dreaming," he said almost defensively. "I had just gotten done with my shower and I heard you screaming. I thought someone had broken in and was attacking you." I heard the panic in his voice and realized he had been truly scared. I put my hand on his to draw his attention to my face. "It was just a bad dream. I'm fine," I said trying to comfort him. The light from the hallway illuminated his blue eyes showing the intensity of his stare. The fear that gleamed from them had me wanting to crawl onto his lap to comfort him. "I don't ever, ever want to hear that sort of scream come from you again." I nodded not really knowing what I was promising and not really caring as long as it took that look off his face. He closed his eyes and visibly relaxed. He patted my hand. "Alright, I'll let you get back to sleep." He stood up and the hallway light revealed he was wearing nothing but a towel. My heart stopped and even if a bomb had gone off at that moment I wouldn't have been able to look away. Fully dressed this man was a danger to all womankind, but wet and in a towel slung low on his hips, he was a lethal weapon. His hip bones were all that was really holding the towel up and in my head I imagined my tongue running over them...down... down ... down until it hit the area that was hidden underneath the towel. I stared hard at the knot as if my gaze alone would cause it to come undone and maybe for just a moment I'd get a peek at what was hiding under there. I jerked my eyes off the small knot and forced them down to the floor. If those amazing eyes of his showed any hint of desire I'd launch myself across the room and in his arms. What was happening to me? I normally had such great control. Yet right now I felt achy, needy. I wanted to throw myself at his feet and beg him to tease me, take me, and dominate me. "I guess I better get going," he repeated and started heading towards the store. The panic I'd felt earlier came back to me. If he left would the dream come back? I found myself reaching for him. "No, please! Can you just... stay here with me? Maybe sleep on the floor." "Honey, if I stay here with you. I am not sleeping on the floor," he warned with a heated look. Looking down, I saw that my nightgown had shoved up around my hips and the bedspread was tossed off to the side. I must have been struggling really badly during my sleep. I should have been mortified, but I found his eyes on me heated my simmering blood almost to the boiling point. Swallowing hard, I made a split second decision and threw caution to the wind. Whether or not I'd regret it tomorrow was another story, but I'd deal with it tomorrow. "Okay," I said so softly. He stopped dead in the middle of the doorway and slowly turned back to me. "What?" "I said... okay," I repeated a bit louder. He stalked up to me and bent down until his nose was practically touching mine. His blue eyes had turned into stormy seas that were churning and bubbling with desire. "Just so there will be no mistaking what I mean. If I get into this bed with you right now, I'm going to fuck you in every way imaginable until you cannot move. I'm going to eat that pretty little pussy of yours that has been on my mind since the moment you walked in my front door. There is not going to be a spot on that delicious body of yours that will not know my touch by the time I'm through with you," he stated graphically. If words could cause an orgasm, his would have. His words had me so hot that I thought my panties had caught on fire. "I want to tie you down to this bed and take my time to get to know every inch of your body with my lips and my tongue. I want to make you scream so loud that my neighbors will hear. That will happen if I get into this bed with you right now so you had better be absolutely sure that is what you want before you ask me to stay again and don't get me wrong you will need to ask," he explained firmly. I swallowed over and over again feeling my body quake with fear, excitement, and desire. I tried to gather my courage as I squirmed under his gaze. He waited patiently for my answer to him without a sign of hesitation as if he knew what I'd say before I did. "Ye-" I cleared my throat. "Yes, Sir." "Yes, what?" he said raising his eyebrow. "Pl-please... stay," I stuttered out weakly. I closed my eyes and strengthened my voice. "Please do... please do everything you just said." I didn't even get a chance to open my eyes again before his mouth took mine passionately. He grasped the back of my head and held it tightly as his tongue plunged inside and branded every corner. I reached out and grabbed the back of his head as well, holding him tightly to me as I gave my mouth over to his ravishment. He pressed me backwards onto the bed until I laid sprawled underneath him. I lifted my legs up and allowed him to rest between them; my hips cradled him like they were made for him. His bare skin pressed against my thigh letting me know that at some point his towel had disappeared. That meant that the hard thing pressing against my sopping wet pussy was not the knot of the towel. I tilted my hips so I could rub against his cock and moaned as he rubbed back. My clit ground against the rock hard underside of his shaft and each rub sent sharp streaks of pleasure through me. He slowly eased away from the kiss and propped himself up on his arms so he could watch me. I gazed back at him through lust laden eyes they were hard to keep open as he continued to thrust gently against me. "You are so fucking hot. Your pussy is so wet that I could fuck you like this if I wanted to," he said in a husky voice. I groaned and tossed my head from side to side. He grasped my chin holding my face still so he could bend down and rain little kisses along my cheek. He followed my cheek bone until his mouth was pressed against my ear. "I can't wait to taste it as I make you come," he whispered, his hot breath bathing my ear causing goose bumps to spread down my body. My sensitive nipples pressed against his chest causing them to tingle and ache. He raised himself back up again and stared down at the pebbles that were poking against my night gown, begging for his attention. He gave me a wicked smile. "Mmm, I think I'm rushing things a bit." He rolled off me and stood next to the bed. My eyes unabashedly went to their main source of curiosity. His large erection did not disappoint as it jutted out from his pelvis like flag pole. It was extremely large and thick with the tip of it resting gently an inch above his navel. I will admit that my sexual experience did not give me much to go on in the size area. All I knew was there was no way my hand was going to fit around that and I was pretty sure there was no way that was going to fit inside me. My fear must have shown on my face because concern immediately showed on his. "Vie, are you a virgin?" "What? No... well... not really," I said feeling suddenly embarrassed. "What do you mean?" "I've had s-sex a few times. Though it certainly has been a while and never with anyone that....big," I said flustered. He didn't say anything for a moment. Shame for my reaction had me refusing to look at him. I stared at the floor by his feet and waited for him to make some sort of smart comment or walk away knowing I'd ruined the moment. What I didn't expect was for him to throw his head back and laugh hard. My eyes flew to his face in shock at first then the anger welled up. "I really don't see how this is funny," I snapped at him. He continued to chuckle at me. "You have just given me the greatest compliment a woman could give a man and you don't even realize it. How many men have you been with?" "A few," I retorted defensively. "A few?" he repeated. "Okay a couple," "A couple?" "Alright two! Are you happy?" I lashed out. He reached over and pulled me off the bed. I fought for a second but with the ease he held me I knew it was useless and stopped. "Yes, I am very happy. I like the fact that you are so picky in your partners. It makes what you are giving me right now that much more special," he replied. His words were so honest and sincere that they touched me. The Masters at the club usually just looked at me in disbelief; a few of them called me an out and out liar. He was right, what was happening was very special to me and it made it even more wonderful knowing that he understood. I'd never felt so turned on and so hot by what little we'd done already. So much for being the 'Ice Princess'. "So... are we going to continue or...?" I asked and was shocked at how brave I sounded. He gave me a wide predatory smile. "Get undress. If that cute little thing is not gone in two seconds I'm going to rip it." I stepped away from him until I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. I grasped the edge of my nightgown then whipped it up and over my head as if it was a Band-Aid on a wound. He drew in a breath while I dropped the gown and peeked up anxious to see his reaction. His eyes were devouring me and I felt my heart pound in my chest as he continued to look at me. "Now your panties. As sexy as they are, I'm more interested in what is underneath them," he demanded. I grabbed the sides and pushed them down as best I could, but found it mostly awkward with the limited spot I was in. Silently I cursed myself for not thinking this through and losing the small ounce of the sexiness I had. When I finally got the damn things off I kicked them to the side viciously then stood up straight and crossed my arms behind my back in the standard sub inspection pose. "What's this?" he asked softly staring at me with curiosity and appreciation. "I-it's how some Master's ask their sub's to stand so they can ... um... ya know," I said self-consciously. He gave me a small smile and brushed one finger along the side of my breast. Goosebumps burst from the slight caress. I was shocked as they seemed to become full and heavy. "So they can what? I need to know, little sub. So that I do this right," he said with his wicked smile back. "It's an inspection pose," I explained very quietly. He leaned in so he could hear me. "So, what am I inspecting?" I swallowed hard. "Um... Me," He raised his eyebrows. "Really? What am I inspecting you for? I shrugged. "To make sure I meet your... expectation." He rubbed his chin and nodded then began to circle me slowly. Before he stopped in front of me again. "I have to say, sweetheart. You surpassed my expectation," he said with a wink. I blushed a bit and stayed as still as I could while he continued to caress me with gentle, teasing strokes. "Although, I really do love this pose." To prove his point he reached out and gave a gentle pluck on my tingling nipples. His thumb stroked the side of my nipple wringing a gasp out of me followed by a moan when the digit flicked the hardened point gently. "Are your nipples really that sensitive? That'll make this play time a little more fun," he said gleefully. I didn't answer because as soon as he grasped both nipples and gave them a tiny twist. I let out a small cry and broke stance just slightly as I thrust them forward even further. He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me towards him trapping my hand in his grasp. He bent me backwards begin flicking my engorged nipples with his tongue, alternating between each of them so neither one was without his stroking tongue. Each little tease sent tiny little waves of pleasure down to my already pulsing clit. I cried out and had to dig my nails into my hands to keep them where they were at and not to try and break his grip so I can grab his hair to make him do it harder. Trev's tormenting mouth latched on to one and sucked it deep into his mouth where he nibbled gently onto it then soothed the tiny little stings with a swipe of his tongue. He repeated the motions again and again until I was whimpering for more. "Please, Sir. Please," I begged. "Please what?" he asked barely breaking from his torment. "Please, Master," I said hoping that's what he wanted. He pulled back and looked at me. There was an odd emotion that crossed his face before it disappeared. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to touch me," I said simply. "I am touching you," he replied back. "Yes... I mean... I know... but I want you to touch me somewhere else," I said. He smiled and straightened away from me. "Lay down. Let's discover where this somewhere else is." I laid back on the bed and let him pull my legs apart so he could kneel between them. The first spot he touched was my ankles, it was a gentle but firm grasp. It turned into a soft stroke as he ran his hands up my calf muscles. It seemed like an odd erogenous spot. Yet, when his rough hands brushed up them, the goose bumps appeared and they became a very sensual spot. He reached the back of my knees and my legs twitched but I managed to bit my lip to hold back the groan. "Was it here you wanted me to touch?" he asked playfully. I shook my head still unable to vocalize what I wanted. He continued upward until he got to my thighs. He petted the outsides of my thighs and the close proximity to the one spot that was basically weeping for him caused my stomach to clinch in anticipation. "How about here?" he asked softly. I shook my head again. Turning his attention to the tops of my thighs but his thumb got so close that I felt all of my whole body tighten in preparation. When he moved those damned tormenting hands on to my stomach I let out a whimper of disappointment. "What? Am I not touching the right areas?" he asked to innocently. "NO!" I cried. "Where do you want it?" "You know where!" "Tell me!" "Please!" "Tell me!" "I want you to touch my pussy!" I cried angrily at him. He let out a triumphant chuckle. "That's my girl." I covered my face in embarrassment. I couldn't have said something else less crude, could I? I couldn't have said, crotch or vagina or hell even clit wouldn't have sounded as badly as what I'd said. He grasped my hands and pulled them away from my face. I'd been so far gone in my self-pity that I hadn't even noticed he'd gotten up and was now bending over me. "Baby, don't be upset. I know it's hard for you to say these things, but I loved hearing those words come out of your sexy little mouth," he said soothingly. "I just feel like such a little slut," I said horrifyingly. He chuckled and gave me a gentle kiss. "In the bedroom it's okay to be a little slutty. I love the fact that you're a little dirty. As long as it's only for me." The sound of possession in his voice squeezed my heart. I gave him another shy smile feeling a lot better about my outburst. "So let's see... where were we?" he said looking down my body. "Oh yes, that's right... you were just begging me to touch your pussy." I nodded. He smiled and reach down to brush just his fingertips across the top of it. Moaning I raised my hips up to urge him to go further, but he stopped instead. "I'm not ready yet," he said suddenly. "W-what?" "I said, I'm not ready yet. I'll touch you there when I want to and not before. Do you understand me?" he asked forcefully. I moaned in disappoint but nodded. "Speak, girl." "Yes, Sir," I repeated quietly. I was aching for him to hurry and wanted desperately to beg him for more. Yet, when he stepped up and took control like that it ramped up my desire. I laid my body back on the bed and draped my hands over my head then just waited. A light came on in his eyes and he gave me a purely carnal smile before he walked over to his closet. I was given a delicious view of his taunt buttocks as he sauntered. They were tight and perfectly rounded, I had to suppress a girly sigh; while I fantasied about grabbing them just to see if they were as muscular as they looked. I really wanted to reach out and explore his body as well but I knew that time would come. If he wanted to act the Dom to me, I needed to act the sub and show him just how amazing this power exchange can be. When he stepped up in front of me he held a few ties that looked like they'd come off a bathrobe along with a tie. "Do you trust me, Vie?" he asked. I hesitated for a moment. Did I trust him? I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He'd been nothing but kind to me and had been so protective of me especially when I'd been hurt. Did I trust him? I knew the answer to that with complete certainty. "Yes, Sir," I replied finally. "But, Sir, you don't have to do this." He gave me a curious look. "I know that." "Then... why are you?" He thought about it before answering. "Because I want to." "You do?" He gave me a soft smile. "Yes. Do you remember the last time you were at my apartment and you said you'd come into my bedroom and let me tie you up?" I nodded. "Ever since then I could not get that picture out of my head and I've had practically a permanent hard on." "Oh," I said softly with a little secret smile. "Are you still willing?" he asked with a hint of worry in his voice. I lifted my chin at him and answered without hesitation. "Yes, Sir." Relief touched his features and with a curt nod of approval he switch back into what I'd consider 'Dom mode'. His shoulders straightened and his features took on the odd arrogance that Masters seemed to have. Maybe it wasn't actually arrogance, but more along the lines of confidence. He knew what he wanted to happen and it was going to happen. "Before this happens I know we need a safe word. Do you have one?" I shook my head. "Not really. I usually just used the club's safe word." "What's that?" "Red, Sir." He nodded. "Ok, we'll use that. Now spread your legs wide." Under his dominance I allowed my embarrassment slide away and concentrated on nothing more than pleasing my Master. I spread my legs as wide as I could not willing to think of how exposed I was. He grabbed several neckties and tied each ankle to a post at the bottom of the bed. Then he circled around to where my arms were still draped over the side and used his bathrobe to tie them. I pulled on each of the ties to see how well they were tied. I wasn't shocked when I found them perfectly cinched. The ties were tight but not enough to cut off circulation, but enough that I could still feel them and knew I was bound. They added to the erotic nature of this moment and I could feel myself growing wetter with each moment. The sense of submission settled in like a blanket and I began to relax knowing that nothing was in my control now. Normally at moments like this I began to panic and would freeze, but right now I felt as if I was burning under his power. For the first time ever I wasn't scared or disconnected. When I looked up into Trev's eyes as he towered over me surveying his handiwork, I felt all the emotions I'd heard a sub was supposed to feel. For the first time I finally felt safe enough to let go of the control and I loved it. I watched him with wide eyes waiting to see what he was going to do anxious for the next touch, kiss or caress. He smiled down at me before bending down and taking my lips in another scorching kiss. His hands slid down leaving a trail of goose bumps in their path until they cupped my breast gently. He fondled them softly at first then harder as he felt my body respond to his touch. Because I Want To Ch. 01 He pulled away to watch me, tweaking my nipples gently and I arched my back a bit wanting more. Seemingly understanding my plight be pinched them harder. A sharp cry left my lips and I jerked against the ties but they held tight. The helplessness added a dark sensual twist to the pleasure. He bent down and dropped little kisses along my collar bone sending tiny little sparks of sensation throughout. His lips and tongue came tantalizingly close to those aching peaks but never actually touched them, driving me out of my mind with his teasing. They circled the pouting globes time after time until I thought for sure I was going to break the bindings just to get to him. "Please, Sir," I begged unable to stand the torture any longer. "Patience, my dear. I'll get to it when I'm ready," he whispered. His lips pressed another gentle kiss to the side of my breast and his hot breath brushed over the wet trails his tongue had left behind. "Please, Sir. I can't take it anymore," I whimpered. He just chuckled and blew on the little trail again. The whimpering and the moaning became more desperate, yet he still ignored it. "Please!" I begged again. "I love the sounds you are making," he whispered. He punctuated the statement by finally licking my nipple. I cried out again and tugged against my bindings desperate to hold his head to the spot I wanted his mouth on. "I love hearing you beg me," he whispered between the teasing little flicks of his tongue. "Please, Sir. Please, I need more," I pleaded uninhibited. "Yes. Beg me, little one," he encouraged huskily. He licked the aching nub again then gently blew on it. The mixture of cold and hot caused it to tingle sending a shooting pleasure straight to my hardened clit. I tried to press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure but with how they were tied it was useless. He caught the restless movement of my legs and seemed to know exactly why I was doing it. "Are you wet, little one?" he whispered. I nodded unable to speak passed the whimpers. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I asked are you wet?" he growled warningly. "Yes!" I cried urgently. "You've been calling me Sir up until now, why are you stopping?" "Yes, Sir!" I groaned frustrated. "Very good. I find the more you say it, the more I love hearing it." As if to reward me for doing as he asked he latched on to my nipple and began sucking on it vigorously. I cried out in pleasure, but instead of feeling the relief I thought I would feel, the dampness between my legs intensified until I knew I was making a mess of the sheets. Each deep pull felt as if it was directly connected to my clit and each flick of his tongue felt as if it was right on the sensitive nub. I began babbling incoherently and he seemed to rather enjoy all of it since his actions became more demanding. My body grew taunt and seemed to be tuned to his every movement. When he backed off I had to bit my lip to keep from screaming in frustration. But, he didn't leave me bereft from his touch for long. His hand glided down my stomach causing it to tighten in anticipation. I gasped as just his fingertips brushed against the top of my pussy. Stiffening, I waited for him to remove it, just knowing he was going to tease me some more. When he didn't move I looked up at him. When our eyes met he held the gaze as his hand brushed down the lips of my pussy several times. I moaned and closed my eyes as the tingling in my clit doubled. The inner muscles of my canal tightened trying desperately to grasp something. Then he stopped just as quickly and I opened my eyes to see what was going on. Once our eyes met again he continued his gentle brushing. The pleasure forced my eyes closed again and he stopped yet again. I opened my eyes and gave him an imploring look. But he just raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'get it yet?' I nodded knowing what he wanted and also that if he didn't get it he'd stop. He resumed his stroking for a moment or two longer then he slipped a finger between. It traced a path from the top down to my dripping hole just barely missing my clit. It rubbed a circle around the slit gathering the juices that were seeping out and spreading them upwards. A single finger circled my clit several times wringing another hoarse cry out of me. The pleasure was so acute and powerful that I felt as if I was on the edge of something, but I didn't know what it was. I kept trying to press my hips closer to him and with each passing circle I felt this pressure build and build until I thought I was going to implode. So focused on the emotions that he was invoking I didn't realized that he'd gotten onto the bed until I felt his hot breath on my earlobe. "You are so fucking wet that my hand is drenched," he whispered and bit my earlobe. I cried out as the pain mingled with the pleasure bringing it to a boiling peak. The tormenting finger swept down again and circled the hole once more then suddenly drove in. He twisted it until it hit a spot deep inside that threw me into tilt. With a scream I threw my head back and clamped down hard on the invading finger squeezing it tightly with my inner muscles. The pleasure exploded outward slamming through my body, sending tantalizing shockwaves to every nerve and muscle setting it on fire. My hips thrust uncontrollably against his hand which countered back as hard as it could trying to match the rhythm. It took a moment but I finally felt in control of my own body again. I was panting hard trying to catch my breath. When I realized my eyes were closed I opened them guiltily knowing I had disobeyed him. But he didn't look angry, instead he looked in awe at me. "Damn," he said. "That had to be the single most beautiful sight I've ever seen." I flushed and dropped my gaze. His throbbing hard on was in my sight now and I became fascinated by the little droplet that was popping out of the swollen purple tip of it. He followed my gaze and the bed jiggle as he shrugged. "He's not as patient as I am. When you screamed as you came he wanted to join you. But I made him wait," he said. I giggled a bit at how he spoke of his member. "Why?" "Because he doesn't control this, I do." The certainty of his words combined with the words themselves reminded me of a true Dom. To any other woman the sound would have been annoying or arrogant. But it made me deliciously hot. I gave him a pleased smile enjoying this new Trev that I was meeting. I had known all along that he was dominating and now... he knew it, too. His finger moved inside me slightly, just enough to let me know that it was still there, sending another wave of tingling pleasure through me. I moaned gently and thrust back against it enjoying the feelings immensely. He started to pull his finger out and my inner muscles tightened to beg him to keep it in. It was his turn to let out a tortured moan and in front of my eyes I watched him struggle to hold himself in check. The desire to have him lose control became so overwhelming I knew I'd do anything to make it happen. An idea came to mind and summoning up my courage along with the desire that still held me in its grasp, I decided to put it to test. "Sir?" I whispered to get his attention. His body tightened at the sound of my voice then he took a deep breath before he looked up at me. "Yes?" he groaned out. I opened my mouth to say what I wanted to say next but my voice squeaked out. I cursed silently and cleared my throat to try again. "Yes?" he repeated almost frustrated. My voice came back and I hurried through it before it disappeared again. "Fuckmepleasesir," I said so quickly it came out all one word. "What?" I breathed out again. "Fuck me pl-" The rest of it was lost in a deep powerful kiss he planted on me. My breath was sucked out and his tongue plunged inside then forced mine into an intimate dance reminisce of the act I had just so graphically asked him to perform. He yanked himself away and rattled around the room for a moment. Before I could wonder what he was looking for I heard the tearing of foil and then he was back. He reached down and untied my arms then untied my legs leaving me free to move. I didn't move though, I just laid there and waited like a good sub. "I'll fuck you, my dear. I'll fuck you hard and fast and make you scream again." Every word he said slammed into me and went straight to my clit that was still throbbing from the earlier orgasm I'd had. Yes! I shouted silently. Yes, please dear god! I knew the encouragement was all in my head, but he still must have heard because he didn't stop. He pushed my legs upwards and spread them as far as they could go. Despite his warning that he was going to take me hard and fast, he stopped for a moment and slid his fingers back inside me. This time adding a second one, stretching me even further. "God, you're so tight. When my cock gets inside you, I bet it's going to feel like you are strangling me," he groaned harshly as he continued to work his fingers inside of me. He had me panting and moaning in no time. My inhibitions flew out the window once again making me willing to do anything, say anything just so he'd give me what I needed. "Please, Sir. Just do it, please," I whined. "Patience, sweetheart. You are so tiny and I'm so big, I don't want to hurt you." I wanted to argue with him that he wouldn't, but the pleasure had begun to spike to a boiling hot blaze again and I couldn't speak. I gripped the blanket and strained towards him trying so hard to get to that wonderful peak that he'd brought me to before. Just when I thought I'd found it he pulled away and raised above me, placing his hands each side of my head. The tip of his cock nudged against my weeping channel. A moment of panic settled in as I realized that it felt even bigger than it had looked. "Vie," he spoke sharply. Our gaze met and held as he slowly started to press in. Pain bloomed for a moment as he pressed in and my breath hissed out. He stopped immediately and allowed my body a moment to adjust to his girth. His hand reached between us and he thumbed my clit rapidly. The pleasure began to blossom once again and the pain receded. Continuing to flick my tight little bud he began slowly working himself in and out. When he was seated fully inside me he stopped and just braced himself above me, panting hard. I took a moment to take stock of my pulsating body. There was no longer any pain and in its wake left a sense of fullness I'd never felt before. I squeezed my walls around him experimentally to investigate this sensation. He let out a gut wrenching groan. "Don't move!" he demanded desperately. "I'm holding on by a thread here, sweetheart, and if you move I'll go too fast and too hard and hurt you." "But, you promised me hard and fast... that's what I want... Sir," I whispered to him. His eyes whipped open and latched on to mine searching them. "Please, Sir. Fuck me hard and fast just like you promised," I implored him. He closed his eyes and groaned a deep pain filled groan. "Damn, girl. You are killer on a man's control," he said. He bit back a curse when I gave a little wiggle of my hips trying to encourage him to do more. He grabbed my hips to still them as he continued to work hard to control himself. He pulled out so slowly that I could feel every bump and line on his cock. Each one of them hit that spot inside that had driven me wild earlier. I tossed my head back and gasped at the sensation it was provoking. My channeled clinched trying desperately to keep him inside me. He pulled out until just the very tip was left in then slammed back in. "Oh, god!" I cried instinctively reaching for him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. He began to thrust hard and fast like he promised. Each hard thrust pushed him further and further in. The angle of his penetration hit that sweet, mind numbing spot inside with every movement. I dug my nails into his back holding on as tightly as I could as the pleasure built and built until I could hardly breathe. I heard his own shouts of pleasure as he plunged into me over and over again but I was lost in my own little world. My body seemed to wind tighter and tighter until I was at that little peak again about to go over. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I desperately ground my clit against his pelvis wanting, needing more. Just when I was about to start crying he seemed to sense my urgency and grabbed my arms, pinning them over my head with one hand then shoved the other between our bodies until he found my clit again. "Your little clit is so fucking hard it's like a pebble. You're so close to coming again I can feel you squeezing me hard. Come hard on me baby. Come hard on my cock," he demanded in a deep guttural growl. Finally like a dam bursting I came. My screams of pleasure probably could be heard over at his neighbor's house, but I didn't care. I was floating in a river of pleasure, my entire body tingling and pulsing with sensation. He gave one more hard thrust then stiffened above me before shouting my name to the ceiling and joining me. He collapsed on top of me for moment then braced himself above me on his forearms. Sweat drenched and breathless, I had never felt so good in my life. My entire body felt boneless and was still tingling with soft aftershocks of the two wonderful, amazing awe inspiring orgasms. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt myself drift in and out of exhausted stupor. I was only vaguely aware of Trev pulling out. I hadn't even realized he'd left until I heard the toilet flush across the hall. By the time that registered he was back and picking me up gently. He laid me properly on the bed then tossed a cover over us, holding me tightly against him. The last thing I felt before I feel into the deep dreamless sleep was a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smile and snuggled close feeling safer than I ever had in my life.