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Sweat slides from my forehead in long drips that land on her back as I pump. “What do you have to say for yourself now?” I growl out as I pull her head up to meet mine by fisting my hand in her hair.
“If you don’t make me come,” she starts, her voice feral and otherworldly, growling out of her dry mouth in a snarl.
“Oh, she’s about to make a threat. I’m so scared.”
She goes on as if I hadn’t interrupted. “Then I'm going to kill you in your sleep.”
The laugh that escapes my lips is the most joyous sound I’ve ever heard leave my own body—and I once watched the birth of my own son.
I’m so high on whatever it is that’s happening right now. So grateful to this woman for the bravery it must be taking her to offer it to me. So incredibly and undeniably happy.
I use her hair to pull her body up until I can hold her upright, squeezed against me with one arm while I continue to fuck her, slipping my other hand down to give her clit a little pinch.
She cries out and forces her hips forward into my hand, grinding against me as best as she can with my cock still impaling her.
I give her what she wants, only because it's also what I want. She comes spectacularly as I fill her and rub her clit, the firm clench of her pussy around me enough to push me over the edge as well.
I bellow out my pleasure as I feel my body empty into hers, pumping into the pulse of our combined orgasms. When I can't hold her any longer, my body gives way, my arms falling to my sides like dead weight.
Victoria tips forward, unable to catch herself with anything but her core strength since her hands are still tied. I muster up the last of my energy to catch her before she hits the stairs and release the silk tie.
She slips the blindfold down and crawls up a few stairs before turning to face me, legs splayed, leaning back on her elbows. Her hair is an absolute mess, but the glow on her skin is radiant, as is her grin. “Okay, then,” she says, laughing.
My whole body is bowed from exertion, but I manage to join her in a laugh as I shake my head.
“Now that was fun,” she whispers.
I just shake my head again. Not in disagreement, more like wonder or fascination.
Victoria reaches out one bare foot and uses it to slap my bicep. I finally look up into her grinning face.
“You okay?” she asks.
I nod, still catching my breath. I’m not sure what my face looks like, but it makes her slide down a few steps until she’s on the stair above where I kneel, straddling my knees with her thighs. “You need me to call a doctor or something, old man?”
I’m finally able to get a full breath in, and I let it out in a laugh. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“All right,” she says, still looking a little suspicious. “I don’t want to break you.”
“I was trying to break you.”
She laughs and uses the handrail to drag herself to her feet, pulling her dress down. “Not going to happen.”
I can see the evidence of our orgasms dripping down her inner thighs. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
She sits back down a few steps up, legs together, looking far too put together after what just went on. I continue to kneel here like a fallen soldier.
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t more fun than watching me sit in front of you in that silent room.”
“It was certainly different.”
“It was fun.”
I nod. “It was fun.”
She’s just watching me now, as if she’s waiting for me to offer some deep insight, but I have none. My entire understanding of myself and my life is sitting in shambles at my feet, and I need a bit of alone time to pick up the pieces before I’ll be able to speak sensibly about them to another person.
“What’s next?” I ask, just to distract her.
