Page 51 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
My eyes close as I take in the moment myself. The thickness of him invading my body and how my walls spasm accommodating his girth. The fullness can’t be put into words except to say it’s spine tingling and breath stealing.
More.
The single word spins around inside my head as Caelian slips inside. My hips jut against him as I adjust and find a spark of pleasure among the slight discomfort.
Caelian brushes hair away from my face and grips my head with his large palm, forcing my mouth to his. The touches possess a firmness but aren’t like before—there’s an attentiveness that tells me he’s tuned into every reaction of mine.
He kisses me deep and then tunnels into me. Slow and steady. Thick and overwhelming.
For every moan I give, he licks and sucks at my lips. He rolls his hips and finds a path deeper into me, eliciting fully body tremors. I search for the spark of pleasure through the cloud of aches and discomfort.
Once I’ve caught this spark, there’s no stopping it—soon it ignites into a wildfire that’s consuming me in its hot, tingling flames. The discomfort that’s plagued me every other time we’ve been together fades with his every stroke. Each pump of his hips as he slips deeper into me.
“You feel like heaven, angel,” he groans into my throat, his kisses hot on my skin. “You are such a good girl, taking me so deep.”
“Oh…” I hum. “I can’t take… no more… Cael… I’m so full.”
“Yes,bella. You can. You can fucking take it.” He tugs hard on my hair, prickling my scalp, forcing my eyes open and onto him. “Look at me. Stay with me. Fucking feel every inch of my cock as it stretches that little tight pussy.”
I shudder at his words, my body buzzing from the pleasure rushing me. The strength of him between my thighs, pistoning away, filling me up, making me arch with pleasure becomes a surreal experience.
Caelian’s invasion consumes me. Every part of me ’til I feel him in my bones.
His hips rock against me, his penis slipping deeper than it ever has before. He strokes fingers in my hair and peers at every flicker on my face as though fascinated. The intensity of the moment sends me careening into my third orgasm of the night.
The strongest yet. It sweeps through me as a frisson of euphoria. I’m hot and dewy, barely able to catch my breath as I come down.
But Caelian’s not done with me—far from it as he flips me over and spears into me from behind. I grunt at the force of the intrusion. My hands ball up and grip the sheets as my body leads me. I throw myself back at him to match his thrusts, causing him to rumble at me and pound harder.
The moment feels surreal. Transformative in that it’s some kind of life-altering experience. As I pant, moan, tremble against Caelian’s deep thrusts I know I won’t ever be the same again. We’ve broken through a barrier that has separated us.
We’ve achieved an intimacy that was out of reach before.
It plays out in carnal fashion. Caelian’s aggression grows, and so does my breathless eagerness to match him. We explore, turning and rolling over as we maneuver into new positions. My flexibility as a dancer comes in handy as I’m easily contorted any way Caelian wants me.
All the different erotic shapes he can twist and bend me into. It’s like his mind is blown as he pins my legs on either side of my head and drives his hips into my pussy.
I’m folded up like a butterfly as he pounds away, so wracked by pleasure that I can only moan in response. My pussy tingles and throbs, sensitive and soaked after several orgasms.
You’d think we’re part of a Cirque du Soleil act the way we contort ourselves. The positions he twists me into that have us grunting and panting.
When it’s finally over and we’re collapsing onto the bed achy and spent, I’m speechless.
I never knew sex… could be this good.
Caelian lays at my side breathing raggedly like a beast. He’s dripping sweat, his defined muscles gleaming. He’s as dazed as I am.
Though I’m certain Caelian’s been with many women, I suspect it’s always been very formulaic. Women he’s purchased that he’s used to pleasure himself for a few minutes before dismissing them for good. The kind of sex we had on our wedding night. Nothing comparing to what we’ve just experienced together.
He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, and grins at me.
The light in his eyes, the ease of his expression, makes me smile. It’s so adorable, though I don’t dare tell him—a man like Caelian would crush skulls if anyone ever told him he wascute.
“You are fucking sexy,” he tells me.
I laugh as if he’s told a joke. His words basically are. I’ve never been sexy.
The ease on his face vanishes for a severe scolding. “Don’t act like I’m joking. I’m not. I fucking mean it. You are so fucking sexy, Nevaeh. You look so innocent… so harmless. Yet here you are, making me lose my mind. Do you know how many women I’ve been with? The way you work that body. The way you squeeze my cock. The look in your eye as you took me.”