Page 118 of Beast
There's no control, then. No one is in charge. I’m taking, and he’s giving; I’m giving, and he's taking. It's what I've always craved—the play of power, the chance to let go and trust someone totally, and find myself in him as he finds himself in me.
We move together in perfect synch. Stars burst behind my eyes as I come apart around him, and he whispers my name like a song. I scream, and I cry, and I come, and I come, and I come.
And the more I come, the harder he fucks me, and I know he's desperately holding back, I feel him trembling with the effort, sweating, gasping, but he won't give up, can’t let go.
"Please, Jakob," I breathe, stretching myself along his body. "Come for me. I want you to fill me. Let go, honey. Please."
"I can't," he snarls. "I don't want this to end."
I nip his earlobe and writhe on him, take him in slow, sinuous thrusts. "I'll never, ever leave you, Jakob." He snarls at this, drives up into me, hard and deep. "I'll never leave you. Never abandon you."
"Brys," he whispers, voice ragged and wet. "Stop. I—I can't."
"Letgo, Jakob," I whisper. "I've got you. Now and forever."
"Can't. Can't." He's so scared to let go—to break, to let himself shatter under me. To show me the last piece of himself—the piece no one, ever, has seen: physical and emotional vulnerability.
"Youcan." I tremble as I move on him, take him in thrust after thrust, aching and pulsing, shivering on the edge of a climax that honestly scares me, too. "Please. I'm begging you, Jake. Please." I kiss him. "Please, just let go and trust me."
His eyes are bright and damp on mine, seeking, searching. He scours my body with his hands, cupping my breasts, lifting them and letting them drop heavily, and then my hands and his are tangled, and he lets me press his hands up over his head, and he groans raggedly as we move in unison, bodies meeting in waves of slow, rolling collision.
His thrusts falter. "Brys," he gasps. "Oh god."
"Trust me," I whisper, riding him faster. "Give it to me."
He meets my thrusts, then, finally, and his eyes leak tears, and he grunts like a bear with each powerful thrust, and he yanks his hands away and grasps my ass and holds me in place so he can fuck me as hard as he can.
"YES!" I scream, wailing wordlessly as he pounds into me, harder and harder.
I sit high on him and pile my hair on my head and ride him for all I'm worth as he fucks me with everything he has, finally giving me every last piece of himself. "Jakob! Yes!"
"Brys, oh god, I—I fucking love you, Brys. Jesus, I love you."
"I love you, Jakob. Don't stop!"
He bellows, then, and I feel him come inside me. It's hot rush of cum filling me, exploding through me, and it unleashes my own final climax, and just like the last time I was with him, this last nuclear-hot orgasm shreds me to pieces, and I feel something break open inside me and he's fucking me as hard as he can, my tits shaking wildly, my ass clapping against his thighs as our bodies meet, his cock smashing inside me, plunging his cum through me, and I feel the breaking become shattering. I'm screaming and wailing and I can't move anymore, can't breathe, can't do anything but hold on to him, fall forward and let himgrab my ass in both hands and brace his feet and fuck me even harder, coming and coming and coming, and then white light bursts over me and through me and the shattering becomes the hot wet rush of an orgasm splintering into something more.
I feel myself let loose all over him, squirting all over him and myself and the bed as he fucks me into oblivion.
His thrusts slowly subside to stillness.
We breathe raggedly together.
He opens his eyes—still damp, red. "Brys."
I lift up, exhausted now to the point of delirium. "Jake."
He rumbles a laugh. "Yeah, honey. I'm your Jake." He cups my face, making me look at him. “Thank you."
I kiss him in answer. "Thankyou."
I hear him gulp. "I never knew it could be like that."
I summon enough strength to look up at him. "It's what I always fantasized it could be."
"Thank you for loving me. For showing me…" A charged silence. "Everything."
We pass out in each other's arms, in a wet spot, tangled up and happy.
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