Chapter 365: I Want You To Go More Deeper

He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her whole body bowled up off the bed, and a sound like a sob escaped her. He did it again, slower, and felt her thighs trembling against his hands. He slid one finger inside her. She was tight, impossibly tight, and her inner walls gripped him immediately. He worked the finger in and out gently while his tongue stayed on her clit, and within moments she was shaking apart beneath him.

"Don’t stop," she begged. "Please don’t stop—"

Her cunt clenched around his finger as she came, her orgasm ripping through her in a series of shuddering waves. Her thighs clamped against his shoulders. Her back arched off the mattress. The sound she made was half his name and half incoherent.

He gentled his touch, riding her through it, until she collapsed back against the sheets. When he looked up at her, she was breathing hard, her chest heaving, her dark eyes glazed.

"Okay," she managed. "Okay. That was—"

She didn’t finish. Just lay there, catching her breath.

Sean moved up her body, kissing her belly, her breasts, her throat. When he reached her mouth she tasted herself on his tongue. Her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered.

He reached between them and guided himself to her entrance. Her thighs spread wider, making room for him. The head of his cock pressed against her opening, and even that slight pressure made her inhale sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He entered her slowly, stopping when he felt her body resist.

"Okay?" he asked.

She nodded, but her eyes were squeezed shut, her brow furrowed.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes. In them he saw pain and want in equal measure, the specific vulnerability of someone being stretched for the first time in a way that mattered.

"Just breathe," he said. "I’ll go as slow as you need."

"It hurts a little," she admitted. "But don’t stop. Keep going."

He pressed deeper, inch by inch, watching her face. Her breath came in short gasps. Her inner muscles clenched around him, hot and unbelievably tight. He stopped when he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt, and they both went still for a moment.

"You’re doing so well," he said. "You feel incredible."

She blinked up at him, her dark eyes wet now. "You’re so deep," she whispered. "I didn’t know it would feel like this."

"Like what," he asked.

"Like being full in a way I can’t find the edges of," she said.

He kissed her softly. "Tell me if it hurts."

"It doesn’t," she said. "Not anymore. Now it just feels..." Her breath hitched as he shifted slightly. "It feels like I need you to move."

He began to move.

Slow, deep strokes at first, the kind that let her feel every inch of him as he pulled back and pushed inside again. Her legs came up and wrapped around him, her heels pressing into the small of his back. She met his rhythm naturally, her hips rolling to take him deeper, and the sounds she made now were different—not pain, but pleasure, rising in pitch and intensity.

"You feel perfect," he said. "So tight and wet around me."

"I can feel every part of you," she whispered, her voice thick. "Every single—"

He thrust deeper and she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

The angle shifted as he hooked her legs higher, pressing them open, tilting his hips to reach deeper. She cried out, a sharp keening sound, and her hand flew to his chest as if to steady herself.

"There," she said. "Right there, don’t stop—"

He picked up the pace, still controlled but harder now, and the sound of their bodies coming together filled the small cabin. She was moaning openly, no longer hiding her face, her dark eyes locked in his.

"I want to be on top," she said suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"I want to feel you from a different angle," she said. "And I like the idea of watching you under me."

He pulled out slowly and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips, settling her weight over him. Then she looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious, and her arms came up to cover her chest.

"Priya," he said.

"I know," she said, flushing. "I just—it’s different from this angle. You can see everything."

"I want to see everything," he said. He reached up and gently pulled her arms away. "You’re beautiful. Let me see you."

She took a shaky breath. Then she lowered herself onto him, and the look on her face as he filled her again was one of pure, concentrated wonder. She was clumsy at first, unsure how to move, and he helped her find a rhythm, his hands guiding her hips.

"Like this," he said, showing her the gentle roll. "Find what feels good for you."

She did. Her movements became more confident, and soon she was riding him with a natural grace that belied her inexperience. Her head fell back, her dark hair spilling down her back, and Sean watched her take her pleasure from him.

The lamplight painted her in gold. She was breathing hard, small sounds escaping her with every roll of her hips, and then the final shift came, the one he’d known would.

"I want you behind me," she said. "I want to feel you deeper."

He let her climb off and then guided her onto her hands and knees. She was less self-conscious now, her earlier shyness dissolving with each mounting moment of pleasure. The position was base, more intimate in its exposure, and he watched her body accept him as he pressed inside from behind.

She moaned loudly, her fingers twisting in the sheets. He could reach her clit from this angle, and when he touched her there while thrusting, she cried out.

"Oh god," she said. "Sean, I’m close—"

He drove into her harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, and reached around to circle her clit with his fingers. Her moans turned to desperate, keening cries. He felt her tightening around him, felt his own climax building, and pressed his mouth against her shoulder.

"Come for me," he said.

She did. Her body convulsing around him, her cunt clenching in waves that pulled him deeper, and then—

She turned her head, still coming, and looked at him over her shoulder. Her dark eyes held his, not broken after all, but something else entirely.

"Don’t pull out," she said. "I want to feel all of it."

And Sean let go.