CHAPTER 47: PURE ECSTASY

Oh, dear Lord. He was so close to taking matters into his own hands.

He was engorged badly, and it was beginning to hurt. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he almost cursed under his breath. His patience had run out a long time ago, and he didn’t know what was still holding him back.

But looking into her eyes was able to keep him sane. Her big eyes filled with life helped with exert more control, and he answered, "You’ll expand. That’s how it works,"

She still didn’t look convinced, "I don’t think I’ll expand Enough to accommodate you," She mumbled, still biting her lip.

He’s noticed her behavior of biting her lip every now and then, which caused them to appear swollen.

"Trust me. I’ll fit perfectly," He caressed her cheek, "Trust me?"

She nodded with a nervous gleam, trying to relax herself again. Deep breaths helped, and she was mentally ready for what was about to happen.

"I’m going to push in now. Remember to relax," He said, more like a warning right before the tip of him that has been rubbing against her thrust into her fluidly, sliding against her oozing walls.

Their eyes flew open at the same time. Aaliyah was lightheaded and slightly uncomfortable at the new invasion, while Alastair was mind-blown.

Alastair began breathing faster, straining an unthinkable amount of self-control on himself. He wasn’t even half in and it already felt like her walls were moving and trying to suck him in.

As much as he was dying to push him further and have more taste of the heaven she had in form of a body, he had to make sure she was alright first.

"How do you feel?" He raggedly said.

"Ah...," Her toes curled, "I don’t know."

Immediately, he dived in a bit further. A good thrust that had his length and girth burying him completely inside of her. He had only meant to move in another one or two inches, but her walls had sucked him in. He had been rendered powerless and had given in to her body’s demands.

Her hips had left the bed, and she now had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, body trembling. Did he hurt her?

"I’m fine," She whispered before she could ask, panting, "...I think,"

"Does it hurt?"

"A tiny bit. It feels like I’m being stretched, and... something is being poked inside of me. It’s making me feel...crazy,"

That did not sound so bad, "That’s how it normally is. You’re doing great, Aaliyah. Now, I’m gonna move in and out slowly till you’ve adjusted to me completely, okay?"

She didn’t know what else to do than to nod fervently like she was desperate for something else to happen. If she knew that him moving would make her go even crazier, maybe she would have asked for a few minutes to mentally ready herself.

Alastair looked like someone ready to start a marathon, knowing full well it would wear him down. A marathon he had been looking forward to for so long, and he hesitated not to pull out of her, his hips moving as he did.

Just before he was out completely, he began to slide right back in. He maintained slow strokes, gentle and grinding that made her curl her feet around his waist and gripping his scalp. With every in and out, she would gasp and plead.

Her chest heaved up and down fast, and Aaliyah found herself like she was going on another rollercoaster ride down the stairs, but this one felt so different and made her crazy. Trying to keep her eyes open was a hassle, and it felt as if every nerve from her head to toe was now active and shooting massive spikes around her body, gathering between their moving bodies.

The feeling was greatly overwhelming, and pleasing.

And it wasn’t just his member slipping in and out of her flower, it was every other part of them that was touching.

The hug.

Her legs around him.

Her fingers on his scalp.

His face buried in her neck.

But then, they were still clothed. She still had her dress on, and he was still putting on his shirt.

As if he could hear her thoughts, his hands moved between them, and their clothes were ripped off their bodies and tossed away. Aaliyah gasped as he kept rocking back and forth. He was biting her neck again and she could hear him making some noise in his throat that was getting louder and louder as time went by.

"Yes...Oh, Fuck...," He said out loud as he slowly pumped in, the friction between them was maddening.

Finding the strength, he pushed up a bit to look at her face. She was completely flushed, lips slightly parted with moans pouring out of them. She would groan out his name in a pleasurable way, and he would be damned if he told himself it did not make him even harder.

Her walls were beyond perfection. They were so tight, and were flexing around his girth all the time. The softness wrapped around him was Killing him, and how they milked his whole length, especially his cap had him inching closer to his peak.

From the moment he moved, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

Her juices were flooding out, running down his balls and wetting the bed. It was mixed with his pre-liquids, and the scent of them was all over the room. Every deep breath was of each other, and desires were shooting up uncontrollably.

Aaliyah thought she would hate this. But it was so much more different than her past experiences. She felt so relaxed here, and there was hardly any pain. Best thing was she didn’t have to try to distract herself from what was happening.

Burning from the growing desire, she felt him begin to move faster than before. His thrusts grew a little more aggressive, grinding harder against her walls with their legs slapping against each other.

"Alastair...!" Aaliyah yelped, pulling on his hair while her nails dragged over his back.

"You’re so sweet...Hmmm," He murmured hoarsely and bit down on her earlobes, sending waves of pleasure down there that had her aching her waist up involuntary, thereby meeting his thrusts more.

He was surprised, wondering where she had learned that.

He continued in that rhythm, not letting her breathe but gasp his name. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head several times, and there was a heavy gurgling good feeling building up inside of her.

She could feel him twitching, throbbing, and growing larger inside of her, and she loved and welcomed the feeling of it. He worked his way even harder, hitting her walls and something deep inside that had her moaning and thrashing wildly beneath him.

She didn’t know whether to push him away and run out due to this feeling or to pull him even closer and see where this would lead her to. She was more interested in the latter.

Her name left his lips harshly, hoarsely in a purr and a growl. He could not control himself anymore, and he had never wanted anything this much in his life. The more he moved, the longer their bodies touched, the more attached he became.

He never wanted this to end.

The pleasure was building. He was on cloud nine, and cloud nine was only getting better.

Her legs were weak, and one of them had slipped off his waist. Aaliyah did not know where she was anymore. She could only hang on to his neck for dear life, but when she felt him pick up a leg and push it further open, gripping her thighs with her other leg on the bed.

His waist adjusted to his maneuver, never slipping out not reducing his speed.

With a leg now up in the air and her body wide open, there was much more space to delve even harder and faster than before.

Her back ached off the bed again, and she screamed out his name as he began slamming into her like he was a machine. She felt so overwhelmed and drunk in pleasure, especially when his eyes found hers and they both looked drugged for each other.

"Oh my God...!" She moaned shamelessly and helplessly, "Alastair, Please... Please...Oh, yes... don’t stop...!!"

She was moving out of this world at the speed of light, and she was right behind her.

"I’m so damnnneddd..., arggghhhhhh," He let out the deepness of his voice, letting his voice run free and saying whatever was on his tongue, "You’re so fucking amazing. I can’t...Oh...you are so good...,"

He leaned down and kissed her, thrusting for the final time just as they both reached their peaks and offloaded everything onto each other. Aaliyah was out in space, her climax shooting her further into another planet.

Her walls kept gripping him even as he climaxed, and his head was out of it. He felt insane and unreal like this was not his body. His body belonged to him, not her. Yet, she has been manipulating it and it had been nothing short of Pure ecstasy.