Convulsed

Finally, her body convulsed violently, releasing crashing, shattering waves through her. Her moans tore from her throat, high, ragged, and desperate, as I maintained my relentless pace, my finger curling and pumping deep into her slick, quivering core, thumb flicking and swirling over her clit, dragging out every last of her release out of her while she moaned as waves of bliss tore through her.

Then I yanked my fingers free sharply, the sudden motion making her walls clamp reflexively, and she erupted harder than I had ever seen, squirting from her core. Her hips bucked violently, back arching, quivering as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. I watched, captivated, as her body shook, drenched and glistening with her juices, sending a shiver down my spine, cock straining, aching at the thought of plunging into her tight, trembling heat.

Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her voice trembling with need. “Caesar… oh… fuck… that’s… so good…” She whimpered, thrusting forward, searching for my touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of release. The sight of her satisfaction, the way she clung to the lingering waves of pleasure, made my cock throb with need, yet I held myself back.

Though, my cock loosened slightly at the satisfaction of bringing her to that shattering release and the sight alone was enough to send me teetering on the edge without me needing to fuck her.

“Good girl… my little fire,”

I leaned closer, trailing my fingers over her slick, pulsing folds, letting her wetness slide across my hands, dripping and pooling onto the bathroom floor. My thumb paused and circled her swollen clit teasingly before I pulled back just enough to watch her walls clench and quiver from the lingering spasms of her orgasm.

I pressed my mouth back to her cunt, my lips and tongue sucking at her slick cunt, moaning softly as I lapped up the flood of her arousal coating me. My tongue traced every fold, gliding over the twitching heat, while my fingers spread her wider, parting her wet lips to give me full access. I flicked, pressed, sucked, and teased her clit, then plunged my tongue deep into her core, gliding over the folds that clenched instinctively, pulling shivers and ragged, desperate cries from her trembling body.

“Caesar… oh… god… Don’t stop,” she whimpered, hips pressing insistently into my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, begging me to consume her fully.

I chuckled darkly against her slick skin. “Not yet, my little flame… I’m not done with you,” I murmured, dragging my lips along every slick fold of her pussy, letting my tongue trace long, strokes over the quivering, wet heat.

I groaned low, tasting her arousal clinging to my tongue, letting the musky, intoxicating flavor drive me further. “You taste too perfect, my sweet little flame… all mine,” I whispered, pressing the tip of my tongue deep into her core, swirling over it. My fingers spread her lips wider, parting her fully as I pulled out my tongue and sucked her clit, taking in the thick, sweet nectar pooling between her thighs.

“Oh… Caesar… god… yes… right there…” She moaned, pressing her cunt into my face.

I growled low, “That’s it, my naughty little flame… Let me hear you lose yourself for me… Such a perfect little pussy for me, my flame… You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, devouring her slick. Her slick juices coated my lips as I did so, most of them dripping down my chin, warm and intoxicating, as she bucked and trembled against me.

I pulled back finally and she sagged against the bathroom wall, chest heaving, drenched, trembling in my hands. I inhaled the musky, sweet scent clinging to her and licked my lips tasting the lingering warmth of her arousal, intoxicating and addictive before rising to meet her gaze. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded with heat and desire, and A low, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest. “That’s my naughty little flame… mine entirely,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear.

I reached for the shower handle, turning it on again. Warm water cascaded over us, steam curling around our bodies like a sensual veil, washing over the slick traces of our play while heightening the ache pulsing through me.

I leaned down, tilting my head, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss, pressing firmly while slipping my tongue inside hers, tasting her, exploring the wet, heated depths of her mouth slowly. Her tongue met mine, probing and brushing insistently against me as the warm water sluiced over our entwined bodies, slicking us together and amplifying every nerve. I pressed her against the wall, deepening the kiss, letting it grow hungrier and harder. She moaned softly into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue.

Her hands wandered up my chest, fingertips gliding over taut ridges of muscle slick with water. She reached for my forearms, squeezing where she could, clutching as if to anchor herself to me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, tangling my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back, and deepening the kiss. Our mouths moved with a wet, demanding rhythm, tongues brushing, pressing, exploring, tasting the heat and slickness between us.

I pressed closer and her chest pressed firmly against mine, my hard cock pressing against her stomach, sending sharp pulses of ache through me. My hand tangled in her hair as I kissed her while my other hand cupped and kneaded her ass, pulling her fully into the warmth of my body, squeezing her cheeks tight as the water ran over us, soaking, slick, and utterly consumed in the heat of our shared hunger.

Her moans came soft and ragged, breath hot and uneven against mine, body shivering as my hips pressed deliberately into hers. The slick friction of her curves against me sent sharp jolts of desire pooling low in my belly. Her hand slid down from my arm, gliding over my chest toward my cock, grazing the hardness straining beneath my skin, but I pulled back before she could wrap her fingers around it. She would have driven me crazy with her hands on my dick.

“We should step out soon. I don’t want you catching a cold, my naughty little flame.”

“Caesar… please… I’m yours… I’m so wet for you… I need you inside me… Do whatever you want with me now,” she begged, voice trembling, quivering with desperation and desire.

I cupped the side of her face, tilting her head to meet my gaze. Her longing was undeniable, she wanted me but I’d already pushed her hard with my fingers. She'd be sensitive from all that and fucking her now would only hurt. Besides, she hadn’t rested yet since she came here, and I wouldn’t risk her limping on my nephew’s engagement day.

“You’re still sore, my little flame,” I said, letting the words linger as my eyes raked over her trembling, slick body.

“I… I know…” Her voice was breathless, trembling with desperate need, pressing herself closer despite my restraint.

I silenced her with a low, teasing murmur: “Shhhh… little flame… Just relax. Let me wash you clean first, and then I’ll get you off this cold shower.”

I slid my hand between her thighs, spreading my fingers gently as the warm water sluiced over us, letting it coat and glide along her slick folds. I traced the contours of her trembling heat carefully, letting the water and my touch wash her clean as she shivered softly, pressed into the warmth of my body.

Satisfied she was clean, I cut the shower water and lifted her effortlessly into my arms, cradling her in a bridal-style hold. Her legs trembled, pliant and weak from the intensity of her release, curling slightly against my waist. Her chest pressed firmly against mine, warm, slick, and glistening, every heartbeat and shiver echoing in perfect rhythm with mine. I carried her out of the steamy bathroom, her curves pressing and molding perfectly against me, the heat of her skin searing into mine with every step. Reaching the bedroom, I settled her gently onto the floor, letting her legs unfold slightly as I stepped back to retrieve a towel from the bathroom.

Returning, I pressed the soft fabric against her damp skin, gliding it over her long, dark hair, letting droplets slide down to her collarbones. The way her wet hair framed her flushed face made her look impossibly alluring. I moved the towel over her shoulders, down her arms, across the gentle swell of her breasts, and traced it along her smooth, glistening curves, drying her entire body carefully slow.

Once she was dry, I toweled myself off, warmth still clinging to my skin, yet my focus remained on her. Her wide, dark-brown eyes met mine, pupils heavy with want, cheeks flushed, lips slick with lingering water. My pulse spiked at the sight.

“Damn, kitten… you look too perfect like that,” I murmured, low and husky, letting my gaze roam over every curve of her body. She shivered beneath my stare. I threaded my fingers through her damp hair, tucking strands behind her ear as I whispered, “My naughty little flame…”

“Mmm…” she breathed, soft and needy, and I knew without a doubt she’d be sleeping naked with me tonight. I scooped her up effortlessly, bridal-style, letting her legs swing lightly around my waist as I carried her to the bed. Her body pressed into mine, soft and warm, arms instinctively clinging to me.

I lowered her gently onto the sheets, letting her sink fully into the soft embrace of the bed, then carefully tucked her under the covers. With a soft clap of my hand, the lights dimmed automatically. I slid in behind her, pressing my chest firmly against her back so she could feel the full weight and warmth of me. My arm wrapped possessively around her, holding her close, fingers pressing against the firm, perky curve of her breast, making sure she couldn’t slip away this time.

“So soft… all mine, kitten,” I murmured, voice low and husky, lips trailing along the curve of her neck. I pulled her closer, feeling the subtle press of her back against my chest and she closed her eyes, melting fully into my embrace, and I tightened my hold, leaving no room for escape.

“Sleep now, my naughty little flame,” I whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. She nuzzled deeper into me, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her, slowly relaxing completely into my arms.

Turning slightly against me, she draped a leg over my hip, pressing the warm, soft pussy against me. A sharp jolt ran through me, teasing my still-half-hard cock, stubborn and aching despite my attempts to settle. Her body melted into mine, shivering lightly in sleep, utterly unaware of the fire she ignited with a single, lazy shift.

She had no idea what she was doing to me and that innocent ignorance made every second dangerous. I forced my mind elsewhere, my tomorrow’s schedule, the engagement ceremony, even counting ceiling tiles but her warmth, the slick friction of her thigh against mine, the subtle tremors of her shivering body, and the faint, intoxicating scent of her lingering orgasm pulled me deeper into want. I cursed under my breath. How the hell was I supposed to sleep like this?

I shifted slightly, cradling her more securely without crushing her. I clenched my jaw, closing my eyes, forcing my thoughts to neutral, anything to suppress the ache in my cock, anything to distract me from the tight press of her heat but it was useless. The rhythm of her breathing, the press of her body, the feather-light brush of her damp hair across my chest, it all dragged me deeper into want.

I gritted my teeth, letting my hand rest lightly over her hip, fingers barely grazing her skin, resisting the instinct to claim her again. My body throbbed with silent need, muscles taut, pulse racing but I stayed still, forcing myself to let her rest.

Minutes stretched like hours, each one a reminder of the want I couldn’t indulge. I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips to the crown of her head, murmuring softly, “Sleep… my naughty little flame…” Words meant for her, but just as much for me. I focused on the rhythm of her breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against mine, and gradually the tension in my body softened, replaced by a simmering, restrained ache.

A fleeting, reckless thought flickered through my mind, maybe I could slip my cock inside her and the impulse of that hit so sharply my breath caught, my cock giving a hard, hungry twitch against her soft heat.

I gritted my teeth, swallowing the groan crawling up my throat as I realized how reckless that thought was… but another, darker truth slid right in after it, curling low in my spine. She’s mine. My contracted slut.

My willing little plaything.

The woman who had looked me dead in the eyes and chose to be owned, chose to be used, claimed, taken exactly how I desired. She gave herself to me freely, body and pleasure placed in my hands, signing herself into my control, begging for the things only I can give her.

I leaned into that truth, into the heat of what she offered me. I reminded myself that I had every right to take her if I wanted to since she had surrendered to me completely. Her body was mine to touch, mine to use, mine