She cried out when she came, and the vibration of her voice on my shaft was almost beyond bearing.

She was still engulfed in the last sweet waves of climax when I freed her of her bonds and wrapped her in my arms. I laid her on the soft, padded bench and stretched out over the top of her lovely, quivering body. I could see the muscles in her belly and thighs working and knew she was pulsing inside with rhythmic aftershocks. I eased myself inside her, aching to feel them.

I moved in her slowly, soothingly, stroking the inside of her thigh, the smoothness of her belly. I buried my face between her breasts and breathed deep, drunk with her scent. My body was aching for release, but I let her body set the pace. She needed to slow, before she could build again… and experiencing her in the lull between orgasms was erotic as hell…

“I feel almost outside myself…,” she said, faintly. “Like I’m floating…”

“It’s from delaying your climax,” I said, burying my face in her neck. “From pushing the level of arousal incredibly high and then keeping it there.” I held her face in my hands, resting my weight on my forearms. I brushed my lips over hers. “We’ve only just broken the surface, sweetheart. The next one you’ll feel deeper in your core… The third one deeper still.” I pushed her hair up above her head so I could run my lips over her neck… under her ears.

“I’m not sure I’d survive another like that…,” she said, but she lifted to meet me as my hips churned in slow circles. “I can’t even believe I’m here… and this is happening,” she gasped as I pushed in deeper. “I don’t do things like this…”

“Do you really want me to stop?” I asked, knowing the answer just as well as she did. I could feel her muscles inside squeezing my cock and her already slick pussy was getting even wetter.

“I think I might die if you do,” she said. “I’m just not sure I won’t come apart at the seams if you don’t stop… I haven’t felt like this…”

“Since prom night,” I answered for her. “Neither have I…” I hilted myself to emphasize the last word and was rewarded as she caught her breath and her eyes darkened with growing need. “That fucking pink sash…,” I said, letting my thrusts grow longer and deeper.

“I never did anything like that before…”

“And you couldn’t forget how it felt,” I said, teasing my head against her cervix. I watched her eyes widen and pushed even deeper…

“No…,” she breathed. “I still can’t forget…”

I pushed her breasts together until her nipples were barely an inch apart and used my teeth to pull them into thick, erect nubs. Her breathing was coming faster and I felt my cock surge responsively.

“You needed more,” I said, catching her in my teeth, sucking her into my mouth. I sucked hard and let her go with a wet sound that made her pussy clench me. “You came to the club to find it… You came here tonight to find it…”

“I always had to be strong,” she said. “To keep it all together…” I rocked my cock and pulled a long stroke against her swelling upper wall. “Oh… God…”

“And you needed someone else to be in control,” I finished.

“I see below the surface, Angel. I know exactly what you need…” I cupped her ass in my hands and began a steady, throbbing rhythm inside her. “You ache to give up control because you ache to have someone you can trust.” I kissed her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and exploring it with my tongue. “You never should have disappeared, sweetheart. If you had only let me show you…” I felt her body rise suddenly and she tightened around me like a hand…

“Oh… God… I… I can feel the next one coming…”

She was so wet now that I could hear my thrusts. She was writhing under me… reaching between our bodies to cup my balls, to touch my thick shaft as it disappeared inside her, again and again. I grasped her hand and drew it up, bringing our mingled scent up and licking her fingers. There wasn’t a single facet of her I didn’t crave… I needed every experience of her…

And she needed it just as much. She tangled her fingers in my hair, kissing me, tasting my cock and her own sweet pussy on my lips. Her primal moan drove us both over the edge. She lifted her hips, meeting me as I thrust, as I poured myself inside her. I could feel my own heavy jets of come, releasing in pulse after pulse of agonizing pleasure. The cries of her own climax came with every release of my seed… She could feel me coming in her… and it was like nothing I’d ever known…

“Oh my… God… Will…,” she moaned, gripping the back of my neck. I could feel her hot mouth against my throat and the drawing, squeezing pull of her lingering orgasm. Her pussy sucked me, the muscles working in a silky, rolling motion… I dropped my face to her heaving breast and took her nipple, sucking, too. And we rocked each other gently, each of us so sensitive that the tiniest movement felt like a climax of its own…

Somewhere later, in the deepest part of the night, I gathered her up and carried her to my bed. Gentle as I was, I woke her anyway…

and spent as we were, the need for each other was even stronger…