Page 17 of Lau Ahi
Desire ruled as I lowered myself onto his thickness and felt like even gravity wouldn’t be able to aid him in fitting inside of me. It was painful to where my body was going to reject him.
I refused to be defeated.
I worked the thick, broad head through the mess he’d made before I could finally sink down over the top of him. The feeling was enough to take my breath away. Everything in my head was silent as I felt my walls stretch around him. When I felt the first rung of his ladder, I didn’t know if those little balls of metal were a blessing or a curse but they did their job forcing me to feel every inch of him as potent as when he first stretched me out. I felt too full to breathe. My lungs felt crowded and my body feltstretched to capacity. Like his soul was invading every limb the way his dick was filling me up.
I silently counted every bar until I was at capacity.
Seven.
The silence was broken by the thoughts that raged in my mind. His breathing was measured by the tightness of his body and the way I could feel his eyes searching my face to ensure I was okay were all signs he was just as shaken as I was. And despite all of that, my hips swayed and then circled. The moves familiar after my years as an equestrian but new with the shocks of electricity that flowed through me.
Pleasure.
“Touch me.”
I was begging, this solo connection too much and not enough between us. I should’ve backed away. Jumped off him like his dick was on fire and it was with the way he was searing pleasure through me.
Imprinting this memory into my soul.
My mind felt overwhelmed and it only got further overloaded when I felt his hands creep up my thighs and rest just beneath my breasts, cupping them both. His long fingers brushed against my nipples and I released all over him.
But that wasn’t enough for me.
I felt greedy almost desperate to have that feeling again and I rode his length hard almost angry that he hadn’t come apart with me. The only thing he moved was his hands keeping his lower body stilled beneath me, allowing me to take as much of him as I could. And it didn’t feel like much despite how I could barely handle him. It went like this for an amount of time that seemed too long for my muscles but still not enough for my body as I chased highs and reached them repeatedly. My breathing was ragged, muscles burned as he did as I requested and obeyed my desire to let himself be used. My fingers went into his mouth,his lips traveled across my wrists and the sucking intensified already overwhelming emotions. I knew he was losing control when I sank deeper than before, causing my arch to deepen and his hands to grip my waist so hard he grunted as I raised and lowered myself on him. His warning was a painful dig into my skin that had to have bruised my kidneys and his head stretching me out even wider before he fully exploded with me on a groan.
His release sent us both soaring like particles shot from the core of the earth with blatant disregard for safety of anyone else in its wake.
Combustible. Dangerous.
I pitched forward; every bone in my body felt molten and his arms caught me before I hurt either of us. He lowered me slowly to his chest and his arms wrapped around me. Despite my feeling our fluids were mixing inside of me, he didn’t rush to withdraw from where we were connected. He seemed content his hand running through my hair that was now damp and sticking to my back like he craved the intimacy of the moment. I felt the same as his heartbeat sounded beneath my ear, from where my head rested on his chest. There were no words to speak, none that could define how this moment apparently overwhelmed the both of us. Instead, I was silent and allowed the rhythm of his heart to lull me to sleep.
I crept out the door silently wondering if he had slept through my getting dressed as I assumed or if he was simply pretending so that he didn’t have to do the normal morning after ritual that I’m sure so many people encountered when they were done playing. Unlike many of the people who’d gotten together at the club, this level didn’t have a checkout time. Members could stay until three in the afternoon. It was so that the staff had enough time to turn the rooms over for the next night. I closed the door as softly as I could so that I wasn’t at risk of him running after me. Those types of dramatics were the stuff of whimsical, naïve young women who loved grand gestures. I knew better than to expect something so grandiose from a man I didn’t even know.
So why does your heart feel a certain way?
I frowned at my inner voice wondering why she’d been silent all night.
Probably because I’d been busy having orgasms and it shut her right up.
“You had your fun?”
I jumped as I neared the elevator and a voice so clearly filled with disdain stopped me in my tracks. I hadn’t been paying attention because I was so wrapped up in the memories of the night before. It was Wilbur, the scowl he wore on his face evident even with the eye mask he wore. In the bright light of the hallway, I could see more details of his features and saw that he was older than I’d originally thought and his hair was lighter brown than I’d assumed.
“Excuse me?”
I had to remember to drop my normal accent in exchange for the American one I adopted while I was here. It flashed in my brain that the man I’d just left had heard my accent slip and despite my mask I wondered if he would be able to trace me. He gave off an air of quiet confidence and an untold capacity for getting what he wanted.
You really want him to want you, don’t you?
Wilbur took a step closer drawing me out of my thoughts. I was immediately on the defensive watching what he was going to do. The elevator car hadn’t arrived because I hadn’t been able to scan my key card to call it. I wasn’t worried about my safety since I knew this place was heavily monitored and if he tried anything I wouldn’t be in danger for long. But I would never rely on someone else for my own protection.
His cheeks were red beneath the mask he’d obviously slept in and his rumpled clothes showed he’d been here all night. Whether he was waiting for me or not was unclear.
“You went into that room with him and stayed. For hours. I’ve never so much as gotten to see your face without your mask but you’ve gone into a room and done God only knows what with a stranger?”
My frown deepened because he knew the rules, and they were clearly stated. Having expectations of someone that weren’t mutually agreed upon was breaking rule number one of the club. Why he felt the need to approach me as though I were beholden to him was rubbing me the wrong way.
“And how would that be any of your business is my first question?”
