Deeper Healing

59| The Climax

Nikolai Coleman

"You feel so good inside me," Leilani softly moaned, lifting her hips and slowly sitting back on my cock, taking all of me inside her again.

Steady. Intimate. Heartfelt.

She took me so perfectly well that it blew away my mind, made me want to fill her up every second and stay fitted perfectly inside her.

I wrapped my arms around her back in a snug embrace, holding her closer. Skin to skin. Mingled breaths. Intense eye contact.

"You take my breath away, Leila," I softly panted, following her eyes with every rise and fall she made on me.

Her forehead pressed into mine, her fingertips sinking into the sweaty skin of my back the firmer she held onto me for anchorage. "You're perfect, Nik."

She was. The moment was. After multiple sessions of tossing her around and feeding the hunger rooted deep inside me, I still couldn't get over her or the way she made me feel.

I couldn't get over how complete she made me feel every second she looked at me the way she did.

Having her like this in my bed with our eyes so intensely connected made me realise just how much our relationship was evolving as well as our intimacy.

We could fuck each other brainless and constantly draw pleasure from each other, but at the end of the day, we came back right here.

Steady and breathing the same air. Gazing upon each other letting our bodies communicate the words we couldn't speak from our mouths.

This didn't feel like raw, mindless fucking. It didn't feel purely lust-driven and rushed through for the ultimate orgasmic result.

It felt like—making love. We were making love and it was the most intimate thing I could feel between us. I couldn't explain it using my words, no. I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.

Her facial expression morphed into a depiction of fulfilment and intense pleasure, her fingertips dipping deeper into my skin.

"Oh," she softly gasped, picking up her pace. "Nikolai."

Hearing her say my name like that out of intense desperation and need made me lose my mind. I wanted to give her so much more than she could ever fathom. I wanted to give her the world—without all the pain and frustration tailing her.

I wanted to give her happiness and so many things I knew she needed. Those would take time to achieve fully, but for now, I could give her something we'd both been building for the past couple of minutes.

The climax.

Leilani arched her back sharply, fluttering her eyelids closed. She threw her head back, a soft moan slipping past her lips.

"Please."

I moved my hands to her hips, guiding her up and down in a slithering motion, my breathing rugged.

She was beginning to give in, her thighs quivering. I needed to get the upper hand to watch her through an intense orgasm she deserved so I flipped us over smoothly, lying her on her side with me behind her.

I bent her knee, angling her in such a position I could easily penetrate her. I softly groaned, burying myself deep inside her while I palmed her breast with my hand and began kneading it.

"You're perfect, Leila," I groaned into her ear, pumping into and out of her. "You deserve the world."

I pressed my forehead into her temple, the tip of my nose dipping into her skin. "You deserve my world."