The incredible orgasm swept through me with lightning speed. Instantly, I was on fire, every inch of skin tingling more than I ever thought possible.
As Donatello continued to power into me, I fell into a sweet lull where nothing else mattered.
The orgasm was wild and intense and while I tried so hard to bite back a scream, doing so was next to impossible.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…”
“That’s it, my sweet Ambrosia.” He refused to stop, rocking his hips as he’d done before. By now I was almost sensitive, but I knew he wasn’t ready to stop.
Not by a long shot.
I was correct. With almost no effort, he rolled us over, adjusting me so I was straddling his legs. Laughing, I pushed hard against his chest, kneading his skin as I clamped my legs around him.
He was so much at ease that he folded his arms behind his head, studying me with the darkness of his eyes. I bucked against him, enjoying being able to look at his face. He was so handsome, every feature perfect in its imperfection.
There was no way else of describing his high forehead mostly covered by his long, thick hair or his cheekbones that appeared carved from granite. Then there was his jaw, strong and square. One of his best features was his lips. Succulent and rosy. Kissable.
Which was exactly what I wanted to do.
So I did.
Leaning over, I captured his mouth, holding his lips in place for a few seconds. As if unable to resist me, he unfolded one arm, brushing the tips of his fingers down my back. The action was sweet, even loving in a way that I hadn’t expected.
Yet I knew him to be a control freak, which meant at any time he would be the one to make a change in plans.
The kiss was sweet, almost more so than before. When I finally leaned back, he allowed me to hear another dark, demanding sound before cupping my breasts.
There was the mischievous look in his eyes that I’d already grown to adore. I hadn’t expected to see this side of him, being able to let go even though everything about the order and rules in his life supposedly prevented him from doing so.
He took a deep breath before pinching my nipples, twisting them until I cried out from the hint of pain. He took that as a moment of sheer pleasure, plucking them until I threw my head back. Every touch of his rough fingers as they scraped across my tender buds created additional electric vibrations.
If he only knew how thrilled I’d become, the excitement never ending.
I slowly lowered my head, now unable to focus. There were even sparkles of light flashing in front of my eyes. I took several gasping breaths, hearing the rattle in my breathing.
His chuckle was dark and he encouraged me to continue riding him, bucking his hips to meet every hard thrust.
I could enjoy doing nothing more than remaining on top, savoring the deep intensity of the way his cock throbbed deep inside.
But I could tell by his tense muscles and the hard grit of his jaw that he wouldn’t be able to continue with playing around but for so long.
I knew the moment he was finished with allowing me any sense of control, rolling me over and pinning me once again with his body. We molded together perfectly, our moves asif choreographed. He took his time at first, still enjoying the closeness that had been so long in coming.
But within seconds his rhythm increased, his actions much rougher. He was so powerful that the headboard slammed against the wall. There was utter strain on his face, a series of emotions in his eyes that I didn’t quite understand, but the moment of intimacy was everything I’d thought it would be and even more.
His entire body stiffened and I could tell he was close. His cock throbbed more and for a few seconds, I could do nothing else but concentrate on my breathing, overwhelmed by the intense pressure of being so full.
My muscles were strained, pushed to the limit. I was so wet, my skin on fire and his was hot to the touch. The delicious sensation between my legs was nothing in comparison to the way his piercing managed to vibrate deep within.
Unable to control my reaction around him, another climax rushed into my system.
“Oh, my God. Oh. Oh…” With my cry of pleasure, he picked up the speed until the roughness was close to being brutal.
But I adored every second of what he was doing.
He continued to pound into my body, every thrust more powerful than the last.
In those moments, he consumed me, so much so I couldn’t breathe or think.