With those ever-increasing thrusts inside of her, Malakai's own peak was fast-approaching. It had been building for what seemed like an eternity now and as eventually, he felt the way her body tensed, the way her eyes began to glaze over somewhat, he knew that her orgasm was upon her. With a heavy huff, he knew he wanted to savour it, the first he brought from her, the first of many he hoped, and so focused on every tiny detail - the distant look in her eye, the way her abdomen shifted with each breath, the twitches of her legs and most of all, the sxquisite way her inner core clamped itself in violent waves around his length as he continued to stroke through her orgasm.
That moan was like music to his ears, and he wanted to hear it from her again, that sound of pure passion and lust. As her body's muscles slowed in their contractions around him, he knew her peak was fading and his own motions began to slow, aware of how sensitive she would be after her peak. But his pace began to pick up again quickly, unable to hold himself back from doing so. She had had her fun, now it was his.
Rolling his hips with every thrust inside of her, his length powered into her to the depths, as far as he could reach, and with every withdrawal, Kai let a quick growl rumble from his throat, each getting progressively louder and more urgent. His time was near. His eyes never left hers - that intimate moment they had shared for her orgasm was about to be replicated by his own, and letting out something of a violent roar, suddenly, Kai's body tensed, every muscle tight beneath his pelt. His hips slammed into hers, burying himself entirely within her, his body pressing down against her own as he came, his eyes bursting with lust as he watched her, letting her see exactly the effect she had on him. Kai was at his weakest now, the most vulnerable, and he had invited her into his soul. He had never done so before, with any of the other females he had taken. Only her.
As his body was pressed firmly into her, his release flooded her with his seed, every heartbeat causing another eruption deep within her, until his peak began to fade. He kept himself inside of her, safe and sound in that warmth, simply looking down to her, that roar still echoing in his ears. His breaths were rapid as he gulped for air, holding himself above her still, unwilling to move from her. His head bowed slowly, brushing his muzzle against hers, and he went to speak but no words came to mind. No clever retort, no smart comment. For the first time in a long time, she had taken not only his breath away but his voice, his words. There were no words for what she had done to him. And so the only words that seemed to slip past his lips as he nuzzled down into her, butting his head lightly against hers affectionately were merely a whisper. "...Thank You..."
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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