Keep the evening going on its predetermined course

Even with my desire screaming to pull her back to the bedroom with me, I didn't want this to feel to Sandra like anything was ****. I still wanted the illusion of choice for her.

“Sandra, I can't begin to describe how much I'm enjoying your company. But I have to be honest with you. The hour is getting late, the wine is good, and the conversation isn't the only thing that is stimulating right now. I think our evening is at a crossroads. We can wrap things up and make plans to meet again... soon, I hope...”

Sandra raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Or...?” she prompted.

“Or we can finish this wine in a more comfortable location,” I suggested, then held my breath.

Sandra ran a well-manicured fingertip along the rim of her wine glass. Looking down the hall, she said casually, “Well, it is a good wine. I'd hate to let it go to waste. Can you suggest somewhere more comfortable?”

“I have something in mind,” I said, standing up. I offered her my hand, which she took and rose off the couch.

The wine sat on the nightstand next to my bed, hardly touched again after we had entered the room. Clothes were strewn about as if they were deeply offensive, guilty of the crime of keeping our bodies from touching as they ought. We kissed with fury and hunger, and Sandra confessed, “I've been aching to feel your skin all day.” No amount of touching and caressing and grabbing and pressing could satisfy us. Her breasts filled my hands just enough and no more. Her long neck, usually hidden by her wavy dark locks, stretched taut to receive my kisses, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

It wasn't long until I was on my back, Sandra's throat trying so hard to **** me deep. She would pull up and apologize, and I would offer to return the favor, but she would shush me and gasp, “I have to know what it feels like to have you all the way in there. I have to.” Once she had finally **** her mouth all the way down, she pulled her face up with a deep breath and then crawled over me.

As she grabbed my cock to line it up with her very ready pussy, I asked softly, “What about a condom?” I knew full well that my earlier commands would make her predisposed to take me bare, but I needed her to be the one who vocalized that.

Sandra paused, my tip just brushing against the folds of her entrance. “Is... is it necessary?” she panted, her own preference clear.

“Up to you,” I assured her. “I'm... I'm clean. But that doesn't account for...”

Sandra closed her eyes, calculating risk as it battled with desire.

Desire won. Sandra groaned in satisfaction as she sank down. Her groans were met with my own in harmony. Our pace was reckless, merciless. This was an act of need and urgency, not discovery and connection. There would (I hoped) be time later for gentleness, intimacy, and controlled movements. This was raw lust, the overflow of something that had been building for hours and hours. The only possible way to resolve what had been set up.

I was hypnotized by the sway and ripple of her breasts as she bounced on top of me. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her hair waving in time with her motions, he hands pressed hard on my chest, her nails beginning to dig into my skin. I was fascinated with her pursuit of satisfaction and was so thankful for the mysterious magic that had brought me into this moment.

Sandra's breathing quickened, her pace slowed and changed angle. One hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me to her chest. “Kiss,” she demanded, pressing my face against a breast. “Suck. Touch. Please. Please.” Her monosyllabic demands came in the midst of staccato gasps. Her face scrunched up in concentration and effort, her neck straining. A low, almost angry moan began deep in her throat and worked its way up and out. She was almost shouting when she finally pressed down hard, taking me as deep as her body would allow. Her thrusts ceased and her whole being shuddered. Both arms now wrapped around my head and **** me painfully against her chest.

“Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God, yes!” she shouted, letting my head loose and exhaling through an open-mouthed smile. Her eyes remained shut and her hips slowly dragged back and forth as her legs trembled. Her hands touched my chest again, then rubbed along my face, then caressed her own breasts, neck, and hair. Catching her breath, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, satisfied and content. Slowly, she lowered her body down onto mine and sighed, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest.

“You have no idea,” she said softly, “how that... I mean, all day I've just... I can't even tell you. You wouldn't believe how...” She never finished any of her thoughts, but I knew their source and reason just the same. Then, as if suddenly realizing I was still hard inside her, she squeezed her pussy walls around my cock and lifted her head just a bit off my chest.

“Do whatever you want,” she mumbled. “I can't do anything to stop you.” Yes, she was wiped out, but I knew that behind that statement was the fantasy I had implanted in her mind earlier that day. A fantasy that reflected my own.

Rolling us over, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. I was very close, having been on the edge of release when she came and only barely restraining myself for the sake of this moment. Sandra whimpered musically as I thrust with all my remaining might into her defenseless opening. I was seconds, not minutes away from release.

“I'm going to fill you up,” I whispered.

Sandra only moaned. She did nothing to resist or refuse; her arms remained pinned down but she made no effort to break my grip. “I'm not safe,” she muttered, making eye contact at the last second. In her gaze I saw pure lust. “But I can't stop you,” she added. That was all I needed. Releasing her hands at the last second, I wrapped her whole body in my embrace, one hand pulling her chest against mine, the other hand cupping as much of her tight ass as I could and forcing it against me.

With one final lunge, I shouted in unrestrained satisfaction as all the tension in my loins unloaded into her. Throb after throb of my essence escaped my body and entered hers. I pushed harder, seeking to be even deeper than physically possible, compelled by my biology to seal the gap between us. Sandra panted and moaned softly as each pulse sought to forever alter her future and to seal us in an ancient way.

Once my release was complete, I remained in place, **** to let go of my mate. I forcefully kissed her again, and she passively received it. Her body was slowing down, weary from the hard work we had just finished. My kisses got gentler and became tender. My grip loosened until I finally released her. I rolled to the side, but Sandra remained in place. Reaching over to pull me back on top of her, she groaned, “Just another minute.” We made out slowly and calmly for another two minutes. Sensibility intervened and Sandra excused herself to clean up.

She returned from the bathroom looking a slight bit confused. “Are you OK?” I asked.

“I think so,” she replied. “I don't normally... I mean, I've never done anything like this before. But it was like I just couldn't help it. I had to feel you. Please don't think I'm...”

“I think you're an amazing woman,” I said. “Everything felt just right, and I really hope we can get together again soon.” I stood up and made my way past her. “And you're more than welcome to stay the night, if you like. No pressure.”

Sandra began collecting her clothes. I wondered if the spell was breaking. “No,” she said. “I think I'll head home. But... thank you. And yes. I... I think it would be nice to see you again. But please don't expect...”

“Hey,” I chuckled, raising both hands in front of my body, “No expectations. Ever. Just gratitude.”

“Thanks,” she replied, pulling her blouse back on. “I'll, um... I'll be taking a taxi. My heads a little funny.”

“I'll wait with you outside,” I told her. When Sandra left, it seemed a little awkward, but I trusted the very satisfying evening we shared would result in future meetings that wouldn't need to be compelled by the app.