Silent Ecstacy

 

I wasn’t having it, I was mad again. There was no way I was letting him get to me. Sleeping side by side, my heart pounded, my pussy throbbed, and I could feel him getting hard. Facing the wall, my ass pressed against his dick. Torture, pure torture for both of us, but I had to punish him, depriving myself of the few things that make me feel alive: dick and orgasms.

I hated this silent standoff, no talking, no touching. Deep down, I wanted to yell at him. But he wasn’t mine, and I didn't want him to be, though he believed I was his. He traced his fingers on my hips, and I flinched. I wanted to turn, but he didn't let me, placing his hand on my mouth. How dare he?

I breathed long and hard, then my mind froze. I bit down gently on his palm, then his two fingers slid into my mouth. I gagged. He pressed against me, and I pressed back. The sexual tension was undeniable. He pulled my panties down, and I let him. My nipples were rock hard, especially when he pinched them. Still facing the wall, he caressed my clit with his dick, slowly. Bitch, that was hot!

I felt sealed shut, but it always felt like my first time when he tore inside me. He made his way inside me, not violently, but with a silent apology. His dick did all the talking. Every stroke made my heart flutter. I was transported to another universe.

I wasn’t loud and screaming, but moaning, intentionally, controlled. I was listening to my body speak. This wasn’t just passing time. It was deep, deeper than the strokes. He held me tight, one arm underneath, clinging to my breast, the other lifting my thigh just enough for perfect penetration.

I zoned out a couple of times during that session. The physical effort was minimal, but the effects struck a nerve. Emotional, I got so emotional. I didn’t want him to stop. “Please don’t stop!” I whispered. The rhythm was steady and slow. I orgasmed 2-3 times. The bed was wet with my warmth. But the magic was still to come.

I can't fully detail what happened that night. I’ve been pushed to the edge before, many times. I thought I knew orgasms, sex, cumming, creaming, and squirting until that night. The climax was beyond words. I laughed until I couldn’t anymore, then it came: the tears! Emotions flooded me. It felt like a greeting from the other side: “Welcome, we’ve been awaiting you!”

I was physically numb, unable to move, speak, or breathe. I took it all in, and that was the last time he laid eyes on me. Since then, I have dared not touch myself or watch the nasty. I wonder if I can ever feel that again?