Until I Can't Hold On Anymore

I could feel it rushing up from the heart of me and my hands lashed out, **** for something to hold onto in the wake of the oncoming storm. They found him, the last man they should have found, and pulled him in tight pressing him deeper and securing his hold on me even more.

Blake pushed his head forward and clasped his lips over mine to silence my cries as my eyes went wide and then my tongue snaked out ready and eager. Pressing into his mouth and teasing against his own nimble tongue as he pushed into me with his fingers and my whole damn world exploded.

The light rushed out of me, making my body shudder and my back arch and ache. My hips ground against his hand, a desperation in me making me need as much contact with him as I possibly could as I shuddered against his bulk and clasped onto him, clawing my fingers into his body and drawing him against me a little farther.

We slammed back against the wall and he held me up as my knees buckled, as I groaned into his mouth and sucked on his tongue when it was presented to me. I shook, trembling on the razors edge of a precipice of pleasure and beyond it a gulf that lay before me. The depth and breadth of my climax astounded me for just a moment, for just a moment before I fell into it.

Like lava pumping through my veins I came, shuddering in his arms and begging him for more with my body. My whole being suffused with the heat of it as I felt the wave ripple out from someplace deep in my belly and rush through the rest of me to fill me with that same heat, something I could barely stand.

My whole body went tight, every inch of me flexing as the roar inside of me drowned out all the other noise except for the rumble of my heart and the pounding beat of it. A staccato tattoo that repeated over and over at a pace that made me feel like I was drowning in it as I scrambled against him for the surface, **** to break and take a gulp of breath.

But Blake was unrelenting. Still his fingers moved, still his hands and his ministrations played with me. He let me fall into the depths of a wave, my body tight, then pressed me up to the peak of it where my whole body went loose and limp and I felt the ultimate relaxation on the tip of yet another precipice.

I had a moment to gasp, to marvel at it, before descending once more.

Once more into heat and pleasure. A passion that was nearly beyond my comprehension and certainly beyond all reasoning with. In an instant I became an animal, reduced to my base instincts, as I pulled him in and moaned for more.

Bathed in light and lust I felt my body flex again, felt my very being become consumed by the heat surrounding me and in me at the same time. I felt him push into me, felt his fingers curl someplace inside of my sex and touch something in me that instantaneously made me rise once more, thighs clenching to keep his hand buried in me and make me cum once more.

Again. Again and again and again. Oh god I needed it and I wanted it and I didn’t think I would ever get enough of it and he could give it to me.

With his lips on my lips, his tongue playing passion against mine while he kissed me again and again and took my breath from me.

With his hand inside of me, pulsing and pumping in as his fingers flexed and drew climax after climax from me with expert appeal.

With his other hand on my breast, kneading at it and squeezing it and then finding my nipple and pinching just hard enough to add a little pain to my pleasure, a little bit of extra seasoning that gave me just enough clarity to witness it all.

Again. Again and again. Oh I needed it again and again and he fucking provided it to me until I didn’t know if I could take anymore but he wasn’t willing to stop just yet. Not when he had me melting like putty in his arms and holding on to him for **** support as I rode out one climax after another, a rising and falling and a tightening and a loosening until I could barely stand it, until all of me was defined by the pleasure pumping through my veins and more importantly by him.

By his touch on me. By the way he made me feel.

By the fact that he had done this and the fact that I had loved it so.

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