Closer than Ever

Chapter 60 - Ruined

"Is it really OK?" Tae asks, concerned.

I run my tongue over his lower lip and then stroke his erect dick with my hand. "Let's find out," I whisper, and turn to drape myself over the chair again.

He groans. "Are you ready, Birdie? You have to tell me if it's not OK, though, promise?"

"I promise. I will say our safe word if it's too much, babe."

He slowly pushes in, being very gentle. I rock back against him, and he moans and starts to pull most of the way out and thrust back in lightly, gasping with each stroke.

I make an "uh-HUH!" sound and groan, pushing back against him to drive him in deeper.

He carefully thrusts just a bit deeper each time and then withdraws. "Oh, oh god, feels so good!!" He's still thrusting slowly, being considerate, but he's starting to make that keening sound.

"Harder!" I order him.

This is all he needs to hear; now he's pounding into me frantically, lost in the sensation, his nails digging into my thighs. The armchair scoots forward with every thrust until it slams into the wall, and then I feel the full force of him driving into me.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" I whimper, shaking like an aspen leaf. "Please, please, please, please, PLEASE!!" We both scream and my spine arches up into a semicircle as his entire body clenches hard. I flop down limp over the chair and Taehyung collapses, depleted. Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids, and my body jolts and jolts and jolts again.

My mind comes untethered and drifts away. My body is left wrapped in a laser light show of whirling electrical impulses, exploding inside me in every rainbow color. I hang over the chair like a ragdoll, completely undone.

Once I can think again, it occurs to me that I should probably take a shower. But I'm not sure I can stand. Taehyung has sunk down on his knees behind the chair, eyes closed, chest heaving. I try to stand up, but my knees are wobbling, so I drop down next to him. I wrap my arms around him and he pulls me into a side hug. We kneel there, panting and propping one another up, for a long, long moment.

"Oh, Birdie. Oh my god. I am still seeing stars, that was so good!"

I squeeze him, and answer in a slow, slurred voice as if I'm drunk. "Me, too! That was amazing!" He chuckles. "The only thing I don't like is that I couldn't see your face again. You were behind me a lot today!"

He pets my hair. "That's true. And I love looking into your beautiful green eyes while I dick you." He laughs about the vulgar verb. "I also love looking into your beautiful green eyes while I make love to you, too. And I love looking into them when we have all of our clothes on, and we're just talking. So... basically, I just love your eyes, Birdie."

I giggle. "'I love looking into your eyes when I dick you' - I thought you were supposed to be the romantic one!" I laugh. "But I love your eyes, too, sweet man. And your dick. But your eyes are wonderful. They're the windows into your lovely soul."

Once we recover enough, we take a quick team shower. Pajamas, skin care, tooth brushing, and one more bottle of water each complete our pre-bed ritual. I realize that it's dark outside and our cabana is lit up from the inside, so anyone going by on the bay would be able to look right up and see us. I feel a little embarrassed, and try not to wonder if any passing fishermen got a view of Tae ramming his cock into me. In any case, I pull the accordion doors closed and shut the drapes, transforming the place into a cozy little cocoon for just the two of us.

We climb into bed, and I smile as he cuddles up to me and throws his leg across mine. "Hey, my snuggly bear," I say, pushing a damp strand of hair off his forehead. He smiles down at me.