33. Kuret

33

Kuret

I will never tire of seeing that look of pleasure on her face and knowing I caused it. When she slid onto me with her wet heat, I thought I might die.

She stops shuddering and then her channel starts to squeeze me, and I lose that final bit of control I had that kept telling me to not spill my seed.

Before I think better of it, I'm moving her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and sliding myself out of her.

My body urges me to move faster, but I don't want to hurt her. I slide in again, my body shaking as I hold myself back, her body still tightening against me in waves.

She moves her arms up to my hips, digging her blunt little nails into me, wordlessly urging me faster.

I open my eyes, and look down at her, increasing my pace slowly, excited by the way each thrust makes her soft curves bounce.

I'm clicking out my pleasure in a long string as she moans.

"Yes, like that," she pants out.

I move the angle of my hips, searching for position that brings the most sounds from her. My pleasure grows as the harder thrusts send ripples across her.

Something is building in the base of my spine as I shift my body so I can grab each rounded globe on her chest in my hands, spurred on by her increased cries of pleasure at the contact.

The view of the flesh trying to escape the confines of my tight grip sends a thrill through me that pulls out that growing sensation from my spine and sends it rippling out, my hips pounding an erratic pattern as she lets out a wail of pleasure.

When I come back to myself, the guilt hits. "I'm sorry, Nasrin. So sorry."

She smacks a hand against my naked rear, shocking me into silence.

"Stop it. I'm not going to die, idiot. Now kiss me."

And so I do, at least for a little while before my instincts remind me that this place is deadly and we are naked.

She complains when I pull out of her, but lets me carry her to the stream so I can gently clean her, still enthralled by the softness of her body. Excited now that I don't have to hold back from touching her.