But the past was the past, and the present was the present, and currently, my present revolved around getting to hear Cherry orgasm as I pounded into her from behind.
It was the perfect balance between animalistic and hedonistic without any reservations. I loved that Cherry brought out the uninhibited side in me. The side that wasn’t afraid of being messy or loving or making mistakes. And I hoped I offered her a stability that helped with the chaos in her mind that was sometimes so overwhelming.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me so I can fill you up properly like you want.”
I’d always had the inkling that my more primal voice did something for her, and that theory was proven correct as her gasp turned to a moan of pleasure, and I felt her flutter intensely as the muscles of her back contracted.
It was all I could do to not lose it right then and there as she milked me. I stopped thrusting and thought about spreadsheets to stop from coming. I managed to hold off the entire time Cherry was losing her mind, only slowly stalling my hand once she came down.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured as I trailed kisses down her shoulder and back once again. Soothing, comforting, and oh so proud. “You came so beautifully.”
She mumbled something, her tone utterly debauched but her words lost from how her face was practically pressed into the table. I might have chuckled if I wasn’t still concentrating on not enjoying her aftershocks too much.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite understand you.”
With that, she turned her head to the side and looked back at me with a half-lidded gaze.
“I said, why’d you stop?”
“Oh, my greedy, greedy empath.”
Who was I to decline such a request? Taking a deep breath, I started up again, keeping my thrusts shallow at first, but eventually deepening until my knot was begging at her entrance.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked with actual concern. As much as I loved getting lost in the moment, I always wanted to make sure my partner was physically ready and completely willing to move forward. Especially considering the difference in our anatomy.
“I am, I am, I am!” she begged. “I can take it! I know I can!”
And I knew she could. I had been doubtful that first time we’d hooked up, our tryst enabled by the shock and adrenaline from having only narrowly escaped a dire situation. But now I knew to trust Cherry implicitly. When she said she could do something, she meant it.
So, I thrust forward, bypassing the resistance and keeping my pressure steady until my knot slid through her slick lips. God, I loved seeing the way she stretched around me, the way I could almost spot the bulge of myself between those strong hips of hers.
“Paul, oh my god!”
No, I was no deity, but she certainly made me feel like I was. Especially when my hand found her clit again, and I rocked my hips slowly, building up in speed and pressure in the way I knew she liked.
I wasn’t going to last long, so I pulled out all the stops and began showering praise on the woman below me. Not just as a means to an end, but because I genuinely meant it. And if I could have the rest of my life to come up with an infinite number of new praise phrases, I would consider that a life well lived.
“I’m getting close!” she practically screamed, bouncing back even harder on me. I loved it, loved the way it made her ass shake, loved the sweat dripping down her back glistening in thelow light leaking through the doorway. She was a vision, there was no doubt about it.
“I am too,” I admitted, figuring she could feel the signs of my body in the same way that I could feel hers. “Think we can do this together?”
I had no idea how I was able to communicate rather effectively, because it felt like my brain was drowning in its own pleasure. Every nerve, every synapse was completely overwhelmed by total bliss.
“Yes! Yes! Together. You and me,together!”
Her enthusiasm was the catalyst I needed. I gripped her hips and yanked her back onto me, burying myself and my knot as deep as I could within her. Her back arched up, and she clenched around me.
“Oh fuck! Cherry!” I cried out in counterpoint to her shriek of pleasure. And just like that, the two of us hit our climax together, me spilling into her, and her holding on for dear life as I rocked us through our orgasms.
When we finished, we nearly collapsed to the floor, and it was only the insistence of my alpha instincts that kept me upright.
“Wow, whoa there,” I said between pants. “I got you, you’re okay. Just breathe for me.”
Cherry did just that, trembling while I held her. Once it seemed like she was a little more in the present, I picked her up and carried her over to her sofa in her tiny living room.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I settled with her on the couch. She rested her head on my chest and nuzzled my neck.
“Perfect,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper but sounding so intensely satisfied. “How about you?”