Chapter 92: Passionate Night R18+ 2
She was sweet and salt and musk, and the sound she made when his tongue circled her clit was something between a moan and a sob. Her hips bucked against his face, and he pinned them down with one arm, holding her steady while he worked her with his mouth.
"Sean, oh my god—"
He suckled her clit gently, two fingers sliding inside her at the same time, and Makima’s back arched off the bed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, hot and slick and tight, and he curled them forward, searching for that rough patch inside her.
When he found it, she cried out.
"Right there, right there, don’t stop—"
He didn’t. His fingers worked in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his mouth never leaving her clit, and her thighs clamped around his head, her heels pressing into his shoulders. Her breathing went ragged, her moans dissolving into something wordless and urgent. Her hands fisted in the sheets.
"I’m close," she gasped. "Sean, I’m so close—"
He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, hard, his fingers pressing forward at the same time.
Makima shattered.
Her orgasm rolled through her in waves, her pussy spasming around his fingers, her spine lifting off the bed as a guttural cry tore from her throat. Sean stayed with her through all of it, his tongue gentling as she came down, his fingers still inside her, feeling every aftershock.
When she finally went limp, her chest heaving, he pulled back and looked up at her.
She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes glazed, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"I forgot," she breathed.
"Forgot what?"
"How good you are at that."
He smiled and crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her, his cock pressing against her thigh. "Ready for more?"
She looked at him then, her blue eyes still hazy but sharpening with a different kind of heat. "The second round?"
"The second round."
Her hand slid down between their bodies and wrapped around his cock, guiding him to her entrance. "Then take me."
Sean pushed his dick inside her in one slow, steady thrust.
Her pussy was still tight from her orgasm, still wet and fluttering, and the sensation of sinking into her inch by inch wrung a groan from deep in his chest. Makima’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and her nails raked lightly down his back.
"Yes," she hissed. "Just like that."
He set a slow rhythm at first, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in, letting her feel every inch of him. Her breasts swayed with each movement, and her face was open and vulnerable in a way he’d never seen before—no walls, no guardedness, just pleasure and relief and something deeper than either.
"Harder," she said. "I want it harder."
He gave her what she wanted.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bedframe, Makima’s breathless moans and Sean’s low grunts. He drove into her with a steady, punishing rhythm, and she took every thrust, her hips rising to meet his, her slick coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets.
"You feel so good," she gasped. "So fucking good."
Sean leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans, and her hands came up to frame his face. Her tongue met his, and for a moment they were just breathing each other, the pace of his thrusts never slowing.
"Come inside me," she whispered against his lips. "I want to feel your cum inside me"
The words themselves nearly undid him. He drove deeper, faster, chasing the edge, and Makima’s inner walls tightened around him, her second orgasm building alongside his.
"Now," she pleaded. "Now, Sean, please—"
His release hit him like a wave, hot and overwhelming, his cock pulsing inside her as he spent himself. Makima cried out at the sensation, her own climax triggering in response, her pussy milking every last drop from him.
They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, both breathing hard. Sean’s forehead rested against hers. Her legs were still locked around his waist.
"Round one," Makima finally said, a breathless laugh in her voice.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, her flushed cheeks, her kiss-swollen lips. "Round one."
She reached up and traced his jaw with her fingertips, her expression tender and hungry all at once. "How long do you need before round two?"
Sean felt himself already stirring inside her. "Not long."
Her smile widened. "Good."
—
She rolled onto her stomach while he was still catching his breath, shifting onto her hands and knees with a slow, deliberate grace that made his spent cock twitch back toward full hardness. The lamplight spilled across the curve of her back, the generous swell of her ass, the glistening evidence of their first round slick between her thighs.
"Like this," she said, looking back over her shoulder, her blue eyes dark with want. "For what comes next."
Sean knelt behind her, positioning himself between her spread thighs. Her asshole was visible now—a tight, dark pucker nestled above her still-swollen pussy, both glistening in the dim light. He ran his thumb over it gently, and Makima shuddered.
"We need—"
"Nightstand," she said. "Top drawer."
He found the small bottle of lubricant exactly where she’d indicated. The cap clicked open with a quiet snap, and he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his palms before touching her again.
His index finger circled her tight entrance, slow and patient, and Makima let out a shaky exhale.
"I remember the first time," she said, her voice slightly muffled against the pillow she’d tucked under her chest. "You were so careful."
"I’ll always be careful with you."
She made a sound at that—something soft, almost pained—but before she could say anything else, his slick finger pressed inside her.
Her asshole was impossibly tight, hotter even than her pussy, and the way her body clenched around the single digit made his cock ache with anticipation.
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