He raised himself, switched arms, and gave her other breast the same careful attention. He delighted in her response to his every touch. It seemed as though her body was specially molded for his hands and mouth. He savored every sigh, every crease of her brow, every squeeze of her hand. The primitive idea that Victoria could be made only for him to pleasure, pushed him over the edge. She was his. She belonged to him. Victoria was his flower.

“Victoria,” he gasped.

As if she could sense he was on the brink, she reached downward and touched herself. Her fingers were on the same bundle of tight nerves he’d caressed only moments earlier. She opened her eyes and her dark stare seared into his soul as he impaled her. Bold and challenging. He kept his eyes locked on hers in an attempt to let her catch up. If he watched her pleasure herself, he would certainly explode. When her tight walls spasmed around him, he felt safe enough to grip her by the waist and fuck her fast and rough. Her pants became moans, and then staccato-like screams. She slapped her own hand over her mouth as tears streamed down her temples. “Oh...my...god,” she said, her muffled shouts captured by her fingers.

John wasn’t faring any better. He felt a combustion rising in him like the hottest fire, clouding his brain. Electricity seemed to arc through him as a burning tide raged between their joined bodies. A savage growl choked him as he lurched forward, clutching Victoria’s hip tightly. He gave himself over to the rolling wave of sensations. Stars bursting behind the dark veil of his eyelids, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, his lover’s quivering damp thighs... John felt and saw it all. He fell into her arms, burying himself in her hold and hesitant to break their connection. He wanted to stay there, inside her, for the rest of his life. John belonged to her now. Victoria traced gentle circles along his back with her fingertips, sending another shudder through his body. “Am I too heavy?” he asked, breathing harshly against her cheek. With his eyes closed, he could feel her smile next to his mouth.

“You’re fine,” she whispered. “I like this weight. I feel...safe.”

It made John sigh to hear that. She feels safe. But eventually, he needed to release her. He couldn’t bear the thought of his hard weight suffocating her feminine softness. Slowly, he lifted himself, pulling out of her. She moved her legs aside to allow him space to sit. As Victoria unwound the panties wrapped around her wrist, John chuckled to himself.

“What?” she asked, slipping her legs through them. He watched her pull them up her thighs until they hid her beautiful juncture.

“Oh nothing,” he said with a disappointed sigh.