| Subject: Chapter 241 - Part 6 (18 and above) (end of chapter 241) |
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Date Posted: Monday, May 01, 07:06:02am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark" on Monday, May 01, 06:55:47am
She saw this a second later, her husband's hand on her hip, as his smile grew wilder, words quiet. "Let me show you how good it feels." She moaned, as his hips pulled back, her breath coming in a gasp once more. She didn't really know how he had lasted this long--his heavy cock even larger now, pounding furiously inside her walls. But it was clear that what was to come would take her on one hell of a ride.
His smile deepened at her recognition of this fact, hands on her hips, as he pushed his broad shaft slowly, far inside her walls; his cockhead beat there, pressed hard against her core. When she groaned in utter appreciation, he pulled back slightly once more--the truth so clear. Whatever separation was to follow soon, this would definitely be a night to remember.
She knew this soon, started to gasp, as his thick length pushed deep inside her core, pounding against the very heart of her form. He was going slowly thus far, was making her need the ride he would give--and his ploy was working. She bit her lip, her hands roaming down to his soft curves, digging in deep. "Harder," she groaned. No matter how much he might give her--no matter how overwhelming the release--there was always the craving for more.
He was the one man who had taught her this--the one man it could ever be true of. He saw it now, that side of his fury temporarily past, as he started to rock into her walls more deeply, his cock connecting more strongly with her core. The realization left only one more lesson he had to get across, before he left; his smile widened knowingly. And she would thank him for it for the rest of her days.
He proved this to her now, greatly enjoyed being her teacher yet again; it was a role any man would love. "Feel the length of me, Nikita. Feel the breadth of me inside you." She moaned, her head back, as he stroked into her more completely--making sure she missed not a second of the sensation. "Only you ever make me feel like this."
Oh! Her eyes widened, understanding him--surprised at the message. True, she knew--in her better moments--that he wanted her far more than anyone else, that she could please him. But she had never imagined that his very size was partly contingent on his desire for her; her mouth formed into a little "oh" of surprise, and she felt him growl, his strokes moving more quickly inside her--her head going back. After all, no matter what, he was *huge*. She almost grinned. But it was nice to know that no other woman would ever have him quite like this.
He was beginning to settle her anxieties, was reminding her of what they both already knew--that there was no basis for any fears of infidelity. Still, he moved his lessons on--his thrusts becoming faster with them. "I love stroking into you, love the way you take it from me." She moaned, quivering with the intimate connection of his cockhead with her very tender core; his eyes glowed, making it even better. "You're the only woman I'll ever want."
His words were still rather subtle--but his body's message was becoming far more intense. She moaned, ready for everything. "More--mm," she murmured, when he instantly complied, her hips doing their best to keep up with his rhythm. "Please, more."
He was more than happy to give in, just the feeling of her fingers sunk into his curves temptation enough--making the heat for her burn him through, beating ever-harder into his very heavy cock. He growled, speeding up--savoring her gasp, finding it so hard to stop. She just felt so wonderful, her sweet body spread for him--her taut, tender walls holding his pounding shaft so tightly, begging for more; his eyes glowed, as his cock's thrusts became rougher--addicted to her form. Every time he was inside her, he felt like he went a little mad, losing all grip on reality; his smile grew wicked, head dropping to allow his mouth to trace along her throat. It was a good thing that she enjoyed such insanity--because he had little chance of calm again, with her near.
He couldn't even explain this to her now, much too hungry for every part of her he could have. Instead, his hands held her shoulders, his mouth and tongue searching along all the more intimate spots on her throat, as he rode her with all the madness of his rising passion--an absolute addict for more. The fact that she loved him, wanted him, was enough on its own--her hands holding his ride tight and deep inside her; just the feeling of her soft, sweet body below his, of her tender depths yielding and begging for everything he could give, was the very definition of desire. But that her need ran so deep, that she was carrying his child, was the end of all memory of clarity he would have for quite some time.
He began to show her this, even if he couldn't put it into words just now--and she quickly found herself whimpering for more. She was already so yielding, her body placed in just the position he wanted, his passion for her so very obvious. But now he was in her so completely, his sweet cock parting and penetrating, stroking through, her walls to such a depth that she had no sense of anything beyond him. As his incredible mouth roamed, she pulled him into her, begged him to go deeper, to take everything he needed; it was a necessity, like oxygen. There was no chance at all for survival without more.
She moaned loudly, as he agreed, his huge shaft riding her depths far more roughly--every stroke of it long, nearly fierce, making her entire body quake. Her walls were so swollen and needy now, the sense of his incredible breadth within her enough to steal her breath. And he clearly didn't see that as enough, the rasping of his thick length against all that most-tender flesh not allowed to work her on its own. With every, masterful thrust came a deep, strong connection of the broad crown against her quivering core--making all the need for him pull so much deeper. It was made all the better by the way the base of that pounding shaft stroked over the quivering bud with his every, repeated entry of her form--forcing the sense of light out into her blood. There was just no way to describe it, his mouth's lovely journey down her only making the inner light blaze that much brighter. "Please," she whimpered. But it was the closest to coherence she would come for some time.
He clearly didn't mind this, his pounding shaft's fierce entries into her walls becoming all the more rapid--her body shaking in want. The need for him pulled so heavily, spinning tightly, down in the very heart of her core--making it clear that she wouldn't survive without much more; her nails dug into his curves, the twitching of his strong cock within her, pounding off her walls, making everything so much better still. Oh, God, yes. Her breathing grew even more imperiled. In just another few seconds, she would . . .
He knew where she was, had no patience left to wait for her--ready to make his demands. But the first thing he had to do, as his giving mouth trailed so much closer to one of the nipples he adored, was to keep her from driving him mad--his whole shaft already aching for her. Without that, . . .
He refused to think into this possibility, having every intention of bringing her to him with a screech; it was a memory he wanted to cherish through whatever sort of Hell might await him. His hands trailed behind himself, finding hers, soon repositioning them on either side of her head. Once he was holding her in place, his mouth now savoring one of her nipples, suckling tight, her whole body quivered--and he knew that the joy he was seeking to share with her was that much, beautifully closer.
He was right, of course, her moans growing louder by the second. Just the feeling of being held in place, of giving in to his formidable will to please her, was enough to make her inner walls tremble; combined with the heat he stoked at her breast, it was enough to make her screech. But, when he held her down all the harder, his body rising along with the rhythm of his formidable cock's furious strokes inside her tender walls, she couldn't help the constant moans for more which escaped her--the blinding light he created within her core about to drive her mad. But then he began to speak--and all memory of sanity was left in the dust.
"God, I love the way you feel, Nikita. I love the way you beg for me." She was crying out with his confessions, his head now raised to watch her pleasure--the heavy crashing of his thick cockhead against her ever-so-tender core making her entire body twitch and writhe for more. Still, his look grew dangerous, as his cock's heavy strokes made all the pleasure start to beat so fast. "How can you ever think that I'll want someone else?"
Oh--oh, God. She couldn't answer, could only shake and hope for more. His thick shaft's fast, hard rhythm within her most tender walls was now a subtle, pounding sense of him in her blood--making her want to cry for more. The broad length of him was rubbing so completely over her delicate bud with every stroke, as well, all the heat he created pulling hard down within her deepest core. And all of it was made that much better by the way the crown of him brutalized her tender, hungry depths. Her head was back, eyes closed, tongue stroking along her lips unconsciously, as she met his crazed rhythm--her need growing more frenzied by the second. "Mi-chael," she moaned, his name her only form of prayer. And it was all she needed. This beautiful man would soon give her the release she sought.
He was proving this further by the second, already enraptured and maddened by her every look and movement. Her tender walls were closed tight around him, the pounding of his cock a fierce throbbing in his blood--echoing in his head, making him want that much more of her still; his words went on, meeting his broad shaft's fierce rhythm within her walls--stretching her to the ultra-taut, begging proportions he wanted. "There's no one else who can satisfy me, no one else I need." There was a growl, as he ground his hefty cock hard inside her core--doing his best to temporarily ignore the ache for orgasm which rose in his blood. "But you . . ."
Oh, Lord. Her eyes were open wide, her look so yielding, so amazed--begging for everything he could give. His huge shaft's every, ferocious entry inside her tender walls made her shake, the tight ache to surrender taking her over further by the second. It was just too good, had her quaking for everything he could give. "Yes," she whimpered--so very ready to be his for life. "Please."
He had every intention of seeing to this, clearly, his growl making every inch of her form tremble in joyful submission to his need. His hands held hers down completely, his body so demanding above her own--making her need to surrender to him almost painful, as it pulled so tightly within her absolute depths. Only whimpers escaped her throat, the bright ache in her blood *far* too sweet--as his broad, heavy cock rode her into some other world; she was biting her lip, trembling under his fiery gaze--shivering with his growl. Oh, God . . .
Still, he wouldn't let her get away, her whole body a quivering bundle of nearly-ecstatic nerves--his gaze pinning her completely, making it impossible not to give in; their fingers entwined together--its symbolic intimacy forcing out her gasp. "You know you need me." Her whimper grew louder--the taut, bright twist of desire within her core making her quake in utter agreement--his to control. "Now, give in, my love. Show me you understand." He pulled back once, leaving her to tremble. "I want to watch you come."
Oh, God, she did, the reaction inevitable now. He had forced his huge cock inside her, down to the very, most-intimate depths of her core--shattering open every sense of yielding light and fire she would ever understand. Her eyes closed, head back, as she screamed, that sense of heated surrender taking her over fully--knowing without doubt that there would never be anything else. But it didn't matter. He was hers. She might never be able to think in any other terms again.
Christ. He knew this, his body shaking--just watching her trembling orgasm far too much for him now, her beauty undeniable. But the way her taut depths pulled so incredibly heavily around his pounding length, quivering against him in submission, made the fierce ache for her pound through his blood--the thundering need threatening to rush in a beautifully-destructive heat through every inch of his cock; he gritted his teeth, holding himself back for one more second, his mouth moving down to her ear--his words even less subtle. "Feel the way I come inside you, 'Kita." He pulled back just slightly before ramming his big cock hard into that delicious, tight, giving core--giving him time for only one last reminder. "No other woman will ever feel that but you."
It was as she cried out in bliss from both his actions and his words, her sweet walls tightening all the further around his furiously-pounding length, that he hissed so fiercely--head shooting back in delight. Jesus. His teeth were still clenched, as he felt all of his heat starting to pound out so heavily into her core--every part of him trembling with it, the truth so clear. There would just never be any other woman but her.
God, yes. She knew this, was screaming in joy, as she felt his hot release flooding her core, making every inch of her shake. "Mi-chael," she whimpered, the amazing sensation tripling her shuddering joy--all the taut brightness wracking her; her hands escaped his, surrounding him tightly, not quite alive without him near. Jesus. Her eyes closed, legs falling from his shoulders, face buried in his neck, as she whimpered in quivering bliss. There was just no other feeling on earth besides this.
He agreed completely, was spellbound, shuddering, as her tight, wet walls caressed his trembling shaft so thoroughly, stroking him of every last ounce of his heat. All the passion and ecstasy shook through him, before flowing out, so heatedly, into her. "Jesus," he murmured, arms around her very soft form--utterly overwhelmed, knowing just one thing. He could never find any joy on earth without her near.
They both understood, couldn't even move from the moment. Even once they had fully readjusted her, her legs now wrapped around his own, the quivers of joy continued--one truth clear in the silence, assured with every touch of their lips over their one lover's face. There was nothing else as important as their love. Anything which might threaten was only a very minor distraction.
They felt this, didn't even speak, as they finally started to come down from such quivering heights--hours later, it seemed. Still, even once they did, there were no words--their bodies, as they so often did, communicating every feeling so much better than their voices could. Even long into the night, they held each other, simply remembering this one truth. No matter how life might separate them, they were never really letting go.
[End of Part 241]
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