I roll my hips experimentally, just a small movement, and the sensation makes me gasp. He groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips again.
I'm sensitive, oversensitive even, but buried deep beneath that almost-too-much feeling is pleasure. Pure, bright pleasure. And I'm fucking chasing it. I roll my hips again, searching for the angle I need, lifting up slightly and sinking back down, and when I find it I gasp, pleasure sparking up my spine and radiating outward until I feel it in my fingertips.
There. Right there.
I do it again, slower this time, more deliberate, grinding down against him in a circle that drags his cock against my front wall, hitting that perfect spot inside me, and the moan that escapes me is embarrassingly loud and uncontrolled.
"Oh my god, yes," I breathe, my head falling back, my hands braced on his chest for balance.
His hands flex on my hips but he doesn't try to guide me, doesn't try to take control or set the pace, just holds on and watches my face with an intensity that should be unnerving but instead just makes me wetter, makes me clench around him.
I plant my hands more firmly on his chest and pick up the pace, riding him harder now, finding my rhythm. My breasts bounce with every movement and his gaze drops to watch them, his eyes tracking the movement like he's mesmerized.
Then he sits up suddenly, pulling me closer, wrapping his arms around my back. I'm straddling him upright now, pressed chest to chest, and he captures one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks hard.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, my rhythm faltering.
He switches to the other breast, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he sucks it between his lips. His arms around my back hold me stable and secure, and I start riding him again, grinding down on his cock while he worships my breasts with his mouth.
I throw my head back, completely lost in it. My nipples have always been sensitive, almost too sensitive, and the twin sensations of his mouth on my breast and his cock filling me so completely are too much.
The pleasure is building again already, impossibly, and fuck, he might actually be about to get a second orgasm out of me. So much for my body not working that way.
I grind down harder and he responds immediately, his arms tightening around me as he thrusts up into me, meeting my movements, and I cry out at the deeper penetration.
"Alex, yes! Yes!" I'm unable to stop the words falling out of my mouth, completely unfiltered, and that realization would be embarrassing if I wasn't so focused on chasing the feeling building in my core, coiling tighter and tighter.
"I need—" I start, and before I can finish his hand is sliding down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit immediately and circling with perfect, devastating pressure, and the added sensation makes me cry out, my head falling back.
"Like that?" he asks against my breast, but he's already adjusting based on my reaction, reading my body's response.
"Yes." The word comes out high and breathless and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
He doesn't stop. His fingers work my clit in relentless motion while his mouth sucks on my nipple, and I'm grinding down on his cock, chasing all three sensations at once, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure flooding through me.
My thighs are shaking and I can feel the orgasm building like a wave gathering strength, rising and rising, and I'm right there, right on the edge, so close I could scream?—
He bites my nipple hard at the exact moment his thumb presses down firmly on my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me without warning, so intense my vision actually goes white at the edges. I'm clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, my whole body shaking violently, and I hear myself making sounds I don't recognize, desperate broken moans and gasps that I couldn't stop if I tried.
He keeps rubbing my clit, keeps thrusting up into me with shallow movements, drawing out every single wave until I'm gasping and trembling and finally shoving his hand away because I genuinely can't take any more.
"Oh my god," I manage, barely able to form words. "Oh my god, I can't?—"
I collapse forward onto his chest, my forehead pressed to his, panting like I just ran a marathon. He holds me up, still sittingupright, his arms wrapped around me. Then his grip shifts and he starts to fuck me in earnest, chasing his own release now, and all I can do is hold on.
Oh my god.
"Fuck, Isabelle," he groans, one hand on my lower back pressing me as close to him as physically possible, his fingers splayed wide and gripping me tight, the other hand cradling the back of my skull, fingers threading through my hair, pressing my forehead to his as he kisses me desperately.
I'm trapped in his arms and I don't want to be anywhere else in the world. My heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my throat, pounding against my ribcage, and my whole body is still twitching with aftershocks.
"Come inside me," I hear myself beg, shameless and desperate and not even caring. "Please, Alex, I want to feel it."
Never has a man done this to me, held me so tightly in his arms while I come apart with pleasure, made me feel safe and wrecked at the same time.
He reaches his release with a groan that sounds like it's torn from somewhere deep in his chest, coming hot and deep inside me, his cock pulsing. He cries out against my mouth, gripping me close like I'm something precious he can't bear to let go of, and I feel every pulse of his release, feel him fill me completely.