Inch by inch, we push forward, Fernando always taking the time to make sure that I’m comfortable with the new level rather than carrying on. It feels like it goes on forever, and it also feels like it takes no time at all. As each new inch of him pushes inside me, I began to feel more and more full, in the best possible way. It's as though there was a hole inside of me this whole time that I didn't know needed to be filled, and now that it is, it feels so right I can barely believe it.
Fernando bites his lip, throws his head back, and groans out loud as he pushes in further and further. I know this must be just as good for him as it is for me, if not better. And each time the pain goes away, it really does feel good. I want him all the way in, I feel impatient, I want this to move faster so that I can explore every sensation with him. When he finally bottoms out, it's incredible. Not only is he filling me up inside, but he even presses against me from the outside, on that sensitive bundle of nerves that always seems to respond to him.
That's when the magic really begins. Fernando begins to move, first moving slowly in and out in tiny movements and then getting longer and bolder, strokes that seemed to empty me completely before he pushes all the way back in. There is a feeling that I can’t describe as he passes over a certain spot on the way inside me every single time, a sweetness beyond measure, a pleasure like nothing I have ever felt before. He begins to gradually move faster, and on every stroke that one special spot seems to tingle and glow inside me, the pleasure building higher and higher.
Before long I hear someone gasping his name, and I realize that it’s me. I can’t keep it off my lips, can’t control the noises coming out of me. I have never felt anything this wonderful, this ecstatic, and I know now why so many people place sex as the most important thing in the world. The thing that they would die for. If I died now, I don't even know if I would be unhappy. This is the best feeling I have ever felt.
Fernando finds a rhythm, thrusting in and out of me fast enough that the pleasure builds faster and faster, but slow enough that I can feel the length of every stroke. I feel his whole length inside of me, all of that warm soft hardness and even the thought of that fact turns me on even more. I don't want him to ever stop or pull out of me, I just want this to carry on forever. The pain is gone completely, the tightness is softening out, and I just feel the pleasure, building and building and building.
Fernando lowers his head to kiss me furiously, his hands moving, one of them staying to support his weight by my head and the other tracing over my breasts, flicking away at my nipples. This drives my pleasure even higher, higher than I would have thought possible. And before long I feel something building inside me the same thing that I felt when he used his mouth and hands on me, this great wave or explosion that is coming and will not be stopped.
Fernando keeps up the rhythm, the pace, hitting that same spot over and over again, and finally, I can’t hold on any longer. Not that I want to try, because I know what’s coming. I let go, and pleasure explodes all over me, tingling through every nerve in my body. I gasp and cry out his name, feeling my whole body go boneless, my legs jerking underneath him. I’m dimly aware of him making a jerking motion of his own, his seed spilling inside me, shouting my own name back at me, and his final staccato thrusts fueling the pleasure in me and drawing it out even longer. At last, he stays still, panting for breath just as I am, feeling the warm glow settle over me.
“How was that?” he asks, with a tired grin.
I can only laugh. “Do you have to ask?” I say.
Fernando laughs back, pulling out of me with a lazy drag over that sweet spot that makes me shudder one last time as he flops down beside me.
And I don’t even think about how deep I’m in this now. How what he just did makes me feel closer to him than ever.
Because what’s the point in thinking about something you are utterly powerless to change?
Chapter Nineteen
Fernando
I lay beside her on the bed, both of us still naked and remaining in a happy glow. Even though we are sated and calm now, our breath returning to normal and the sweat drying on our skin, one thing hasn’t changed. I still want to take her again.