Clutching Hope

Chapter 9

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Sundays were best spend doing nothing when no orders needed to be send out or work interfered. The two times he'd been by my place this week felt like eons ago. So we were making up for lost time.

"Lower your front to the bed." He said, his hand pressing on my back and my hands stretched out infront of me, leaving only my ass up.

The front of his thighs pressed on the insides of mine before he pushed my legs further out. A moan escaped me. His hands glided down my back until he clasped my hips and pulled me back a little as his erection pushed in me slowly. My back arched to better accommodate him.

"Yeah," he encouraged, the word more of growl. My whole body shuddered because of it.

My fingers dug into his bedhseets, eyes closing on their own accord. He still felt huge every time we did this despite how wet I was but it hurt so good. I was stretched to the limit as he kept pushing forward until I felt him stop.

"How do you feel?"

"Mmh, so good." I jerked my hips a bit, making my vaginal muscles spasm and heard him suck in a breath.

"Do that again." He growled, the breath of his words at the nape of my neck as he bend and curved his body over me making me shiver.

The short hairs on his thighs brushed over my hypersensitive skin fanning the feverish flame that had ignited in me. I pushed forward and back again, arching my back some more.

Sion's hand tightened over my hip and he grunted behind me. Emboldened by his inability to talk, I took the reins and kept going. My nipples dragged over the sheets as I moved back and forth sending shooting sensations down to my clit.

Sion peppered my upper back and shoulders with nips and kisses, the slapping of our skin mixed in with the sucking noise as he slipped out and then inside me, again and again in languid strokes.

Gripping my hips harder, he switched gears and thrust in me fast and deep, it felt like he was in my throat the few times he did. He slowed again and kept at the slow push and pull followed by hard thrusts, pushing my body towards the headboard.

My hand slipped between my legs, fingers finding my clit, engorged and slik and rubbed.

"Fuck," Sion cursed above me. Under his tutelage, I'd become this wanton confident partner in bed and I was loving it. His hips began moving faster and shallow the closer I got to coming, my jumbled mewls of pleasure in tandem with his praises and sparring us on.

Even as I came, he kept going, barreling through my first orgasm and dipping me into another. His hand gripped the back of my neck, slick with sweat as his dick hit me so deep I raised my head off the bed, his fingers sliding over the front of my neck easily.

"Yeees," I wailed, at his mercy and willing to let him get his too even as I willed my body to chase another climax with him. This was earned praise than any faux hallelujah I'd have been giving at church.

His hand slipped where mine had been before I got lost in the feeling of coming and I clutched the bedsheets like a raft. He pressed on my clit and pushed in me in punishing hard thrusts, my over sensitive nipples scrapping the sheets and propelling me into oblivion. I felt my body tense again, my skin damp and back arching with my head tipped back. Sion fingers around my neck added a little pressure and my taught body let go just as I felt him tense behind me.

"Elly, I'm coming." He said, his voice guttural and low.

I felt overheated, my muscles felt worn out, I was shaking under him as he still kept a firm hold over me.