Savagery

Savagery. That's an apt description for it. It's savagery, the way he launches himself at me and touches me. It's absolute animalistic lust and it's unhinged, almost.

And it's another reason why I'm glad that I said no to letting him fuck me.

God that would be too much for me, far too much for my first time. To have a cock that is too big attached to a man who can't control his basest impulses would either ruin me for anything but the absolute hardest fucking or overwhelm me with sensation and leave me a quivering balled up mess.

Not that I'm really too far from that now. Not balled up but still I'm quivering, shaking and trembling and barely able to contain myself.

I find that I stumble, that I fall. That my head lolls to one side and I look over to see Rachel staring back at me.

She's on her back, just like me, but nothing else about her is remotely the same. Stripped down to her waist with her dress pushed up above her hips as well she is naked and bouncing, rhythmically moving from the bounce of his hips.

Her legs are up straight in the air, pushed together and held by Blake. And he is fucking himself into her and it is good, so good that her eyes are glassy and a dumb smile is playing across her beautiful face as she takes ever last inch of him.

Again and again and again.

And oh it is a sight to behold. The way that the ripples of momentum move over her body. The way she is pushed to the edge and pulled back. How hard her nipples are, the skin of her breasts still slick with his spit after he tasted her. The way her mouth was open into a wide O that was formless and kept on slipping away at the edges.

The little noises she kept on making. High chirrups and sweet and sultry little moans. How her eyes were on the edge of rolling into the back of her head.

How she had lost control.

I could feel it building within me, that same sensation. Moaning as the pleasure rose while he pulled back with his fingers and thrust forward with what had to be two at the same time.

His nimble little tongue seeming to be everywhere all over my sex at once and the way that all of the sensations of him went into a blur that I could barely even begin to understand.

Looking at Rachel. Feeling with me. Knowing that we were out here in the dirt and I was getting so close to something so very primal but still knowing that I was holding back all along. Knowing that I couldn't help myself, that I couldn't...

That I couldn't hold back anymore.

Rationalizing what I want with what I knew I ought to want was impossible and when a lightning shock of pleasure ran through me, it became even harder. All I could do was hold on through the wake of it, spasming on the edge of him as my mind snaps back to the moment.

My thighs clench. My back arches. My bra falls off of my skin and my nipples, achingly hard, are revealed to the night sky.

I cry out loud and though my cry is muffled by my hand it is still loud enough that it sounds like I'm screaming and so I tighten my grip even more, **** out everything but still not able to keep the thrashing in check.

And it's all so much that I can't help myself anymore.

The last conscious choice I have is to reach out across the space between us. My fingers close over Rachels and I intertwine, holding hands with her.

The touch of me is enough to bring her back, her eyes clearing as she focuses on me. Her hand tightening as she holds me back.

And together we tumble over the edge into that sweet oblivion.

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