| Subject: Chapter 290 - Part 2 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 20, 07:12:55am
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's message, "Dreams in the Dark - continues with chapter 289 >" on Monday, June 18, 06:55:17am
He let her discover this truth in the next moment, wanting her too much to be kind. One hand traced over her willing form to the opening of the depths which could so perfectly unite them--thumb running over the small bud near them in circles, as his fingers began to explore inside her honeyed walls; the fact that her back arched, her cries low and yearning, with each new touch only made his desire for her that much more intense--his ability to slowly lead her fading. She was no longer the young virgin he had once taken so carefully. "I can't be a gentleman with you," he whispered, his voice a groan. He removed his hand, using it instead to guide his throbbing cock to that taut, honeyed spot he had so dearly missed, as she let out a deep gasp; his smile was primal, as he began to push inside her. "You need to remember just how much I'll always want you, body and soul."
She began to learn her lessons once again--her husband giving her frequent reminders, whenever he was near. She let out a groan, her legs spread wide, body weeping for more, as she felt his cock parting and stretching her tight depths in the way she had become addicted to from that very first time--almost two years ago now; it never grew any less amazing. No. Her husband had made damn certain that that would never happen at all.
She could only writhe and moan, as he chose to take her now--lost to both the man and the moment, so very grateful that she was his. Sometimes, she forgot that they had consummated their relationship so quickly--barely a month after they had met--Michael taking the gift of her virginity in ways which had left her in both astonished, wracking release and eternal desire for more; her hand caressed his face, as he pulled himself partly out of her body before more of that long shaft she loved penetrated deeper inside. The groan she let out for more, her back arching, was not even remotely for show. Nothing between them was ever anything but achingly real.
The moment was magical, was everything she wanted. Even if there had been some months without him now, there had been almost two years' worth of absolute joy her lover had given her since she had been fortunate enough to gain his love--nothing like disappointment ever allowed for long. She moaned, arching to let him deeper inside herself, yearning for every inch--feeling stretched and so very well loved. That he was back inside her now was simply a pleasure like nothing else on earth.
She was letting out little gasps, as his large shaft took her over, her husband's hands on her inner thighs, as he thrust repeatedly inside her walls--conquering even more of her with every entry. When she let out a small cry of need, she heard him groan. And that was when she learned even more of his truths.
She was already his, as he began to speak--always had been, would always beg to be; she didn't regret his insistence at all. "I want to go slowly with you, my love, but I've lost the patience. Three months is much too long to wait." His thick cock was using her tight, wet depths, the strokes a constant, rasping joy--coaxing her to let him *much* further inside; it wasn't like she was fighting his sweet invasion at all. When she heard his groan, it was like music to her--every sign of his pleasure in her an absolute intoxicant. She moaned as well, feeling conquered and utterly desired. But it still wasn't half as good as it was going to be.
She couldn't stand it, was aching with his beauty, as he used his throbbing shaft to stroke ever-deeper inside her taut, yielding form. Her hands reached up to his shoulders, wanting to feel even more of him--as much as that was possible at the current state of her pregnancy--and he indulged her by leaning over her, held up on his arms; it made her gasp even more--taken over by the sheer sight of him, by his hot, musky scent, by the feeling of that incredible length of him stroking ever deeper inside--taking her over completely. Her nails clawed into his skin, her body arching in desperate capitulation to both his cock and his soul--and he used each of them with very little mercy, making the hot ache of desire and joy pull so very tightly, deep within her form. Dear Lord. He wasn't even inside her completely yet, and he was soon going to make her come; she let out a gasp, arching back hard on the bed, inviting him much further inside her walls--the tremor of rising ecstasy an almost dangerous intoxicant. But she knew that this was not the only reason that she could never turn him away again.
He was lost to her utterly in that moment, could not have stopped to save his life. "You're too beautiful, my 'Kita," he groaned. And it was absolutely true for him. The way she arched and cried out beneath him was a vision of God no artist on earth could have captured, was the entire essence of life distilled into one, perfect moment. "You make me want you far too much." But he would never question her power over him for an instant.
He felt his cock aching hard within her tight, wet walls--the fury of desire drugging his blood, making the need for her almost too strong to survive. He let out a groan, moving back, hands grabbing onto her hips and curves, as he began to push himself much deeper inside the heaven she alone held for him; his gaze was brutally honest. "You destroy everything but my need and love for you." But he had no intention of letting her go without this absolute knowledge now.
In some ways, this was the lesson he had threatened her with in his letters, her self-doubt destroying his more tender intentions. But, he knew, that maybe this was right, was what both of them needed. Three months of separation was a lifetime to a couple in love--Michael learning this only now, in his mid-thirties, cherishing even the ache of the lesson. He couldn't stand the wait. All he knew was that he needed her--and she would cherish him all the more for the very definite knowledge he would give her of his devotion.
He was caught by this truth entirely, began to stroke even deeper inside her, harder toward her core, his voice an absolute example of his heat. "God, you're so tight. You feel so good." His hands clamped tightly to her hips and curves, as he drove his heavy cock even harder inside of her tantalizing depths--feeling the taut, slick flesh stretching wantonly around him, as he remolded her to his shape alone, their months apart doing nothing to make her any less delicious. "I don't know how I've lived without you around my cock."
This question wasn't really answered for him, the desire for her scalding. It was utterly captivating--the feeling making him ache to come. And the fact that she was almost screeching, back arched, as she clawed at the sheets beside her, her face contorted in that look of astonished need she got every time he was about to drive her into furious release, didn't make him want to hold back any more.
In some ways, this encounter was much like their one earlier this evening, was driven by many of the same needs--was greedy, might well be brief. But it didn't really matter. This time, they were truly alone, were not expected to attend to anyone but each other, had no immediate time limitations to cope with. Michael, as well, had already gained the release he had desperately needed then, had regrasped the self-control he had almost thought lost. If this time didn't prove to be particularly lengthy, neither of them would mourn; his gaze shone at her darkly. He would be certain that his wife got almost no sleep tonight.
Jesus. She had no regrets at all, was aching, dying. One more, fierce stroke found its home within her, and she was coming--the quivering shocks of his rampant cock's constant invasions deep inside her core shivering constantly off through both body and soul. She couldn't stop arching back at him, hands clinging to the sheets, as she begged him for more. But she was absolutely going mad with a new set of knowledge, one which scared her; her eyes widened, as she let out a deep cry of need. This wasn't even half as good as it was about to get.
He proved this fact to her in the next second, his thick, hard shaft riding her body even faster--opening her core to depths it hadn't seen in several months; she was whimpering, biting her lower lip--feeling invaded and adored--as his words burned through her again, making her cherish the ache. "Take me, 'Kita. All of me." His gaze seared her, making her let out a cry, as he pushed his heavy cock roughly, incredibly deeply, inside her shivering core. He didn't seem to think it was enough, riding her all the faster--rasping the deep ache of need inside her into a sudden, flooding cataclysm of heat; her screams nearly drowned out his growling words. "I'm not leaving you again, until I know you're entirely mine."
This wasn't a danger he actually faced--never had been--but neither of them cared about such details now. Nikita was shaking all over with bliss, was whimpering, holding herself up a little on the bed, as she spread her legs wide to her husband's need--groaning, as he took utter advantage of her very-willing form. Almost every inch of Michael's thick, ravaging length was pounding deep inside her body--and he was using every one to take her fast and rough. She couldn't help her cries of joy, the shuddering waves of release which swamped through her again and again, as his cock rasped over and over through the quivering walls he had already left feeling both deliciously overused and overloved earlier tonight. But then he started to speak again--and she knew what it was to utterly, ecstatically explode.
He taught her this in the ways he knew so well, the ones which only mattered inside her--his fury growing further by the second. While his hands grasped her hips hard, they had also felt the full press of her growing abdomen against them--his thumbs running up to stroke it, aching with the truth. There was nothing subtle left in him anymore. "I love that you're pregnant, Nikita." He held her hard, forcing his whole cock toward her, determined to see her take every inch. "Almost" just wasn't enough. "It makes me crazy to see you carrying my child." She groaned, shaking, and he matched it--angry with need--as she began to rise further up on his lap--his shaft spearing deep inside her, his gaze flashing. "I love that you've taken my seed so obediently inside you."
Jesus! She was certainly aching to do this again, was now almost sitting on his lap--his huge length stretching her walls tight, as she held herself up on her hands. "Oh, God, yes. Yes, Michael. Please," she was moaning, her legs stretched wide over him, as she arched over his giant, pleasure-giving cock like it was the only thing which mattered on earth. Right now, it--he--was. Her eyes devoured him--begging, needing so desperately to be his alone. The only pleasure in existence was always in that.
She was proving this to him wonderfully, as she arched and groaned above him--his legs now stretched out on the bed, lying back on it, enjoying her desperate riding of his aching shaft. Still, it wasn't quite enough for him, as he lay below her--aroused to his soul to see her moaning, quivering need for more, to know that he alone could unlock this hungry part of her; his hands ran over her now-large, lovely breasts, the swell of her belly, and he felt a stab of absolutely possessive, masculine pride to see such obvious proof of her bond to, and desire for, him. It was really too much, the growl echoing. To be close to her again was a joy on its own, but to feel her utter need for his rampant love . . .
It didn't make him want her any less. A moment later, he grabbed her hips hard, as she stretched herself back, hands against the bed. That was when he made her take it, stabbing his heavy shaft inside of her shivering core to the hilt. And it was also the moment when he knew that she would never belong to anyone but him.
She could only let out a series of screeching "Ah-AHHH!"s at that moment, her body writhing and arching over the heavy cock which had just invaded the absolute depths of her, already highly-ecstatic, core. The sensation nearly tore her apart, left the frantic, pounding tides of orgasm to flood through every part of her form--making her groan in shivering delight. She couldn't even breathe, couldn't quite remember how to. But that was when he took her to another level of ecstasy yet.
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