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Lover's Embrace
As Schneider pressed forward, slow but insistent, a delicious burn stretched through me, grounding me in the moment. I wouldn't have it any other way. Every nerve in my body ignited, the sensation raw and overwhelming, and my eyes and nostrils flared, drinking in the heady mix of his scent and the heat between us. His presence filled my hole completely, consumed me in a way nothing else could. I exhaled shakily, adjusting to the intensity, the slow drag of his body against mine, deep and unforgiving. I could feel myself growing wetter with each movement, a slickness pooling that only deepened the friction, making each pull and thrust more intoxicating.
Schneider cursed under his breath, his head dropping to my shoulder, his body trembling as he seated himself fully deep inside me. My walls tightened instinctively, a lover's wet embrace, clenching around his magnificent cock with a desperate, needful intensity.
"Fuck," he rasped. "You feel—" He cut off with a sharp inhale, like he couldn't even put words to it.
Dazedly, my fingers ran down his spine, tracing every ridge, every scar, every mark that told his story. The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips was intoxicating. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles. Everything about him was solid, grounded, and utterly mine in this moment. I wanted to explore every inch of him, just like he was doing to me. I wanted him to fuck me until I was crying tears of ecstacy.
"Move," I whispered, the word both a plea and a demand.
He didn't hesitate.
His hips rolled forward, his cock driving slowly into me at first, like he was savoring every second, every gasp and shudder that left my lips. He pulled out only to push back in, deep and sure, his breath coming in ragged pulls.
The pressure inside me was building again, swirling like a storm in my belly, hotter and deeper with each movement. I could feel myself growing wetter, slicker, the sound of our connection more pronounced as our bodies met with increasing urgency. The wetness between us amplified the heat, creating a friction that sent shockwaves through me.
He set a rhythm, firm and unrelenting, each thrust sending heat curling through my belly, higher and higher, until I was arching into him, meeting him stroke for stroke, needing more, craving everything he had to give. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, my chest heaving, the world beyond us fading as only the sensation of his body, his touch, his breath mattered.
"God—" His voice broke, rough and needy, his hands roaming my body, exploring every inch like he was mapping me out, committing me to memory.
His fingers skimmed my thighs, squeezing, teasing, before trailing up to my waist, then higher, brushing over my erect nipples and circling them with slow, deliberate strokes that made me gasp. The sensation shot through me, intensifying the wetness between us, making me crave more. My nails bit into his shoulders, dragging down his back, and he groaned at the sting, his hips snapping harder in response.
"Schneider," I gasped, his name a breathless prayer. His response was a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, his mouth finding the hollow of my throat, his teeth scraping lightly, his tongue soothing the bite. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure had me trembling, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control. I was losing myself to him, to the feeling of his body moving with mine, of his hands caressing and commanding.
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding me, stroking in perfect rhythm with his movements. The added pressure on my cock had me tightening around him, pleasure coiling so tight in my belly it was almost unbearable. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every breath a mix of ragged need and stuttered sighs. I could feel the wetness between us, my slickness blending with his, the sounds of our bodies moving together now so loud, so vivid, so utterly vulgar.
He shifted, tilting my hips, driving deeper, hitting that sweet, sweet spot that had me crying out. I
couldn't hold back. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him impossibly deeper. The sounds we made, the wetness, the rhythmic pounding of our bodies—it all felt like it was tearing me apart in the most beautiful way. The pleasure was so intense, so chaotic, I thought I might come undone completely. My mind, once sharp and aware, was slowly slipping into a numbing fog of sensation. I could feel nothing but him, his body moving against mine, our breathless moans filling the room.
He took my wrists, pinning them above my head, his grip firm but reverent. His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was both possessive and worshipful. Our tongues tangled, breaths mingling, and the world beyond this moment ceased to exist.
Only us.
Only us.
He thrust deeper, harder, until I shattered beneath him. Pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense they stole my breath, leaving me gasping, trembling. I arched against him as I shot my load right between our touching stomachs, my hole clenching around him, drawing him deeper as the aftershocks pulsed through me, relentless. The sensation was almost too much, my body spasming with the force of it.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering, his grip tightening as he followed me over the edge, burying himself inside me with a strangled moan, his entire body going rigid as he filled me with cum right before he collapsed on top of me.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, the lingering hum of pleasure thrumming between us. His weight was solid, grounding, his heart hammering against mine, the rhythm steady now, calming. But his fingers didn't leave my skin. They traced idle circles over my damp flesh, like he couldn't bear to stop touching me. His lips brushed across my shoulder, my collarbone, the spot just beneath my ear, soft, reverent kisses that sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'm never letting you go again," he finally murmured, his voice hoarse but resolute.
I smiled against his shoulder, exhausted, sated, drenched in sweat, and utterly content. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go either."
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