My grip was firmly on her hips and she was holding the wrought iron at the foot of the bed like they were jail cell bars. I found a joyous satisfaction in studying her perfect ass, as it rippled every time I slammed into her. In the mirror on the dresser I could watch the play of emotions move across her face. Reading in her expression that she was seconds from exploding I gave one big thrust and then... pulled out.
She quivered and convulsed and just before she lost it completely I quickly slid my wet self back into her with force and began rapidly pushing her again to that cloud, that storm, that eruption of lightning. I glanced at her face in the reflection for any possible sign of objection. There was none. She was mine. She caught my stare and sighed with a crooked smile of surrender. She was both excited and aggravated as I would bring her to the edge of coming and then stopping, denying her release, delaying her pleasure and then beginning the heavenly torture once again. Building up an unstoppable pressure inside her. Her head fell below my view in the mirror. I couldn't see my affect on her face. Was she giving up despite the moans of ecstasy she grunted out? I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back up where I could see her face. Strands of hair were matted against her wet face. Her red lipstick smudged. Mascara running under one eye. I pulled on her hair, her head raised up higher, her back arched as I pounded her and pounded her and pounded her more. I placed my hand around her throat, squeezed a bit, I could strangle her and she would let me. Her left hand slid up my arm to my hand that was around her neck and she peeled my fingers off her soft flesh and closed my hand and pushed my thumb into her mouth and began sucking on it. I could feel her wet mouth close around my thumb. Her tongue sliding all over it. Teeth gently gripping it, refusing to let it come out. If I pull out one more time before she came, my thumb, my hostage thumb, might be bit off in her warm and wet hostage negotiation. Reaching around her waist and down between her legs with my left hand, my fingers spread her wet lips apart and found the button. Her face in the mirror, sucking my thumb, eyes looking back at me, telling me to push it, rub it, do it, give her what she needs, her chest rising up and down, nipples hard and glistening, her face begging me, pleading with me not to stop, "give it to me, give it to me, give it to me..." I did! It was overwhelming, electricity coursed through the entire length of her being, muscles contracted and strained, coiled and relaxed, a type of Saint Vitus Dance sparked across her flesh in waves. My thumb popped out of her mouth like a cork, a loud wet sucking pop. Twisting at the waist she slapped the palm of her left hand to my chest and pried herself off the impalement and fell to the bed on her back, legs landed were they fell, limp and useless. The only muscles to operate functionally on her at the moment were those that controlled her eyes, looking up at me she panted, breasts rising and falling, while a small pool of sweat collected in her navel. Barely moving her lips, but with effort she breathed, "Did you come, baby?" "No... Not yet." I looked down at her for a moment then quickly grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open with aggression. She gasped. Her heart hammering in her ears and pounding in her breast. Her look was one of shock, surprise, and of being lost. There wasn't enough oxygen in her to think clearly, she was hyperventilating too much to talk her way out of what I was about to do, she would have to close her eyes and except her fate. She reached back behind her head to grab the iron bars of the bed and I lifted her up by her legs until her ass was off the sheets and I shoved my hard cock deep into her. Her calves on my burning forearms and her hips in my hot hands. I laid into her like a piston, machine-like, hard, relentless, wet with steam and unforgiving. This time was for me. Her pleasure was not even a remote concern. In the near distance, as her face and body fell out of focus, my thoughts blurred, and the cloud was approaching, sparks of lightning illuminated it from with in, the storm was building, angels were gathering, the sky was about to open up, heaven was parting, the stars began to explode in the bright red sky, the veil set aflame, the fabric of space ripped in shreds and became fuses sparking across the night and I unleashed my seed into her. Collapsing onto her breasts, she caressed my smooth shaved head, wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together, placed her palm on my face and said, "Shhhh, my sweet baby. It's all better now."
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