Devon Hartford - Reckless

My heart exploded with love.

I held my arms out to him and he lowered himself on top of me. I opened my heart to him completely. My legs parted freely. He lay back down at my side, his knee draped over my thigh. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next until his hand reached over and began caressing my wet cleft. His index finger slid up and down my entrance, teasing it open, spreading my slickness around as his finger pushed and explored.

We weren’t kissing, but we stared into each other’s eyes while his finger probed deeper and deeper. I wasn’t aware of how deeply he’d gone until I felt his knuckles brush against my wetness. Then he withdrew his finger slowly. No! I wanted his finger back!

Then two fingers slid inside me and I shuddered and moaned, “Oh, it’s so good, Christos…”

He began an easy rhythm with his hand. Pleasure wound up inside my pelvis at an alarming speed. I was going to come. There was no stopping it. I tried to hold his gaze, but my body bucked as my head lifted from the pillow and my eyelids fluttered. I couldn’t, it was so, the pleasure, so intense, oh god, it was…

I moaned. “Cah, cah, cah, Christos…”

“Let it out, agápi mou . Let it all out.”

I groaned and writhed and squirmed on the bed as his fingers plunged in and out, over and over again.

“Huh, huh, huh,” I breathed as pleasure pounded throughout my body, my orgasm humming through my very bones.

Then his thumb circled my clitoris and a firestorm hailed through my body in electric ecstasy. The sensations intensified as his thumb persisted, pleasure ricocheting throughout my body, tickling my teeth, my toes, even my fucking fingernails, with fluttery sweetness.

His fingers continued their unrelenting slip and slide, in and out.

I was coming again. Another wave of overwhelming orgasm rippled up and down my body. I was gone. Lost. Stolen away to the most incredible destination a man and a woman could know together.

The crashing waves continued for I don’t know how long, or for how many orgasms. I lost count.

I had never had anything remotely approaching this kind of sexual experience.

And this was only the beginning.

His fingers slid slowly out of me.

I tingled and my head spun and I was dizzy and lightheaded and didn’t know up from down or left from right.

But I was aware of Christos lowering his weight on top of me. My legs were wide open.

Welcome home.

His arms pillared around my shoulders, he was a massive Grecian temple erected around me, and I was his place of worship. Consecrated ground. The sacredness of this moment silenced all fears with a sense of eternal love, support, protection, comfort, and peace. Eternal peace. In that moment, I felt I’d unwittingly discovered the meaning of life.

Love.

Christos. Samantha.

Together.

As one.

Forever.

“I love you, Christos.”

“I love you, Samantha.”

His chest was hot and heavy against my electrified breasts. I felt his hardness press against the entrance to my core. I was drenched with wetness. The tip of him tingled against my folds. I shivered with expectation. He reached down and held himself in one fist while he slid his hot head up and down against my lips.

Then he eased himself into me a fraction of an inch.

My mental fog burned away instantly.

He pulled back without pulling out completely, then eased further in. He was stretching me, but I wanted it. I think I was so relaxed from the massaging, the foreplay, the love, that I felt my muscles relax, inviting him deeper inside, all the way. His hardness eased into my softness, completely and perfectly filling me up.

“Now.”

That was all he said.

That was all it took.

I felt the muscles in my core tingle and seize in a vibrating release of yet another orgasm.

I couldn’t believe it.

I was coming again. Christos was inside me.

I was coming.

“Christos,” I cried. “It’s so good…”

“I know,” he whispered.

Euphoria swept through me. It wasn’t the fiery orgasm of before. It was a consistent throbbing that just wouldn’t stop.

The amount of pleasure flowing through me was impossible. But it was real. It was the greatest pleasure I’d ever experienced.

He started to move, withdrawing with exquisite slowness, then plunging back into me.

Oh my god, I thought he had somehow finished a moment ago when he’d said “now.”

No, he was just getting started.

He thrust slowly into me, all the way. To the hilt. For a second, I’d expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. Instead, he was so gentle, so tender, so conscious, so aware of my needs and my limits, it was perfect. He paused and I felt his fullness pressing into me, deep down inside, as the jewels of his manhood rested warmly against my slick entrance.

Our heat combined.

I was so at ease, I spontaneously wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, allowing him even deeper access as my core consumed the most intimate part of him.

After a moment, he retracted slowly, then began sliding rhythmically in and out of me in perfect communication, the essence of one body co-mingling with the other.

His pace increased. Every thrust pushed me toward the edge of oblivion, but I remained balanced on that thin line of awareness, knowing only infinite ecstasy. I was trapped in a delight so sweet that it blotted out my consciousness of all things save the plunging of Christos’ cock into my core, over and over again, as he planted seeds of pleasure in my center that blossomed inside my pelvis and grew throughout my body. He was the root and I the flower. My wet petals spread wide as our souls were bound together with every intimate stroke.

I clasped his ass with my fingers and whispered into his ear, “harder, Christos, harder.”

He accelerated like a steam engine. Slowly, but so massive, turning and spinning and pounding into me again and again and again.

Hammering, driving, filling me to straining excess.

I floated in clouds of ecstasy as he thundered into me. I was a rainstorm of pleasure quenching his insatiable fire.

He grunted, he groaned, he moaned with his own volcanic release.

“Samantha,” his words were rugged, rocky with naked desire, “I need you, I need…”

“You have me, Christos, we have each other…”

“Oooh,” he sighed, “it’s too much, it’s too good, it’s never been like this…”

I knew exactly what he was talking about.

Thoughts ceased as my pleasure mingled with his.

His moans blended with my own, our cries combining harmoniously with our sighs.

I was dying as I awoke to overwhelming rhapsody for the first time in my life, and I never wanted it to stop. Christos kept pounding and pounding in and out, each thrust squeezing more and more pleasure into me, filling me up with an impossible amount of intense sensation. I couldn’t handle it, it was too much, I was overwhelmed but I needed more, ever more. I would do anything for more …

“Don’t stop,” I moaned breathily, “don’t ever stop…”

“Never, agapi mou …” thrust, “This is for us,” thrust , “always for us,” thrust, “ only for us…” he grunted and moaned, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

I was being consumed by love and pleasure in equal measure. While his words healed my heart, his heavy thrusts destroyed my core with sweet fire. I burned with need for more, for all…

For us…

I sobbed, barely able to speak. “I…I’m coming… again… Christos…” Lightning shattered my body with release. Yet another orgasm boomed through my soul as Christos’ body crashed into mine. My tears flowed freely.