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Chapter 34: Wedding Bells Ring

"Ah...ooh..." I moan endlessly.

Chris strokes my cheek with his index finger, trailing it down my mouth. He leans in as if to kiss me. 

"Do you love this?" he says, his voice low, and everything in my body heads south as desire unfurls deep into my belly. 

"Yes," I breathe.

He smiles. "Good." He plants a featherlight kiss on my forehead. My heart starts pounding. Shit... How can he do this with just words?

"Turn around," he whispers.

I turn, and he lifts my body up to place me on my hands and knees. He trails soft kisses down my back until he reaches my left butt cheek. I know what he's ready to do next but I manage to still be nervous. With his mouth on me again doing the unthinkable with his tongue, I bit the pillow to keep me from moaning too loud. With every lick, my legs begin to shake. He buries his face deeper to enjoy my moans that grow louder and louder. 

"Shh baby..." he says briefly before continuing. 

 He finishes, with his hands gripping my waist, he works his way up with kisses on my back softly. I gasp as he pulls my head to one side and kisses my neck.

"I want to do this to you every night," he murmurs in my ear, sending delicious shivers through me. 

"I want it too," I whisper.

"Hmm. Be mine then"

"Chris..." I breathe. His soft kisses are driving me insane right now. He grins against my neck.

He straightens. He grips my hips to let me know he's ready so I arch my back deeper. He flexes his hips and pushes partway into me, which feels deeper than before.

"Ah! Chris, please!"

"More?" he teases, his voice hoarse. 

"Chris!"

 He pushes faster and deeper into me time and time again. I want to scream out all of the moans I am burying into this pillow so bad, but I hold it together. The pace picks up, and Chris's moans sound so good to me right now. I look back at him to watch him and smile, and it just makes him go faster. 

"Oh... shit..." I moan.

"Mhm..." he murmurs.

He grabs my hair and continues the tempo, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He slaps my butt sharply, and it makes me gasp and jump a little. 

"Please don't stop!" 

"Do you want me, Karmaa?"

"Yes," I beg.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his breathing harsh, and he teases me once more-in... and out.

"I want you," I whimper. "Please."

He circles deep inside me again, ignoring my plea, easing out slowly, and then slamming into me again. 

   He groans loudly and thrusts deep, again and again, over and over, and I am lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. It's mind-blowing, trying to control my imminent orgasm, but I can't... I'm helpless. This is too intense. I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him... I want... I want... oh no, oh no... this is too...

"That's it," Chris growls. "Feel it, Karmaa!"

  Like a bomb I detonate around him, screaming loudly as my orgasm rips me apart, scorching through me like a wildfire, consuming everything. We both reach our climax together. Very gently he eases out of me and cuddles next to me. I stretch out my legs. Oh my, that feels so good. I feel good. That was, without a doubt, the most intense climax I have ever endured.