Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

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    Her breath ceased, music thundered in her ears, the room darkened around her, and colors danced behind her eyes as her body tightened unmercifully around his thick erection. And then it came. Wave after wave, multiple orgasms streaking through her womb, blazing through her stomach and breasts, burning her from the inside out, endless, vicious, without mercy, the sensation so intense she wasn't certain if it was pleasure or pain.
    The fierce milking of his shaft by her fiery, slick sheath was too much for Ilya. The sensation started in his toes, ran up the column of his thighs, tightened in his balls and burned in his belly. He lost all control for this first time in his life, pouring himself into her, jet after jet of hot semen, as her body gripped him with erotic pleasure. He collapsed over her, breathing roughly, her body pulsing around his.
    Joley lay under him, limp, her breathing ragged. His body shuddered from the explosive release. Never in his life had it ever been like that. Her slick, wet heat, burning around his shaft, the tight grasp of her body on his, the torturous brutal release was more pleasure than he'd ever known.
    Joley had made him come alive, turning a trained bodily function, an expertise, into a secret paradise of sensation.
    Before her, sex, like everything else about him, had been a weapon to use, a tool for survival, but she had given him an immeasurable gift. She had surrendered herself to him, entrusted her body, her mind, all that she was to him and in doing so had staked her own claim on him.
    'I don't think I'm alive anymore,' Joley whispered. 'I think you killed me.'
    She looked dazed, almost uncomprehending. He nuzzled her neck, kissed the pulse beating rapidly behind her ear and rolled over, closing his eyes as he slid from the warmth of her body. 'Your body is incredible.'
    Joley could hear her heart thundering in her ears. She hadn't known sex could be like that, and it was truly terrifying.
    On one hand to think it might happen again, and on the other to think it might never happen again. She didn't know which was worse. She turned her head to look at him. 'You're so far out of my league I can't even play.'
    He dropped his hand to her bare stomach, fingers splayed wide. 'You did more than play, laskovaya moya, you drained me. I have never had that happen.' The pads of his fingers began slow, circular caresses along her belly, just above the damp curls.
    His touch sent ripples through her body, tightening her muscles and creating delicious aftershocks.
    'Since neither of us were very responsible, I'll go first. I don't have any diseases and I'd appreciate it if you confess if you have any.' She held her breath.
    He smiled up at the ceiling, his fingers sliding into the curls, continuing the small, light movements. 'I have no disease, Joley.'
    'And I'm on the pill so you don't have to worry about pregnancy,' she said, 'but you should have asked.'
    His eyebrow shot up. 'And you think the pill will protect you?'
    'From pregnancy, but not from an STD.' She was a little alarmed by the smirk in his voice, as if he knew something she didn't.
    'I told you I have no diseases, but I did put my mark on you.' He took her hand and brought her palm to his lips.
    Again she felt his kiss at her very core. The fingers of his other hand continued to weave through her damp curls until they slid into her slick heat, tracing more small circles. He enjoyed the shudders of pleasure and the arching of her restless hips, the way she responded to every touch. Her breathing changed; her breasts heaved and her body tightened on his fingers. She lost all coherent thought.
    'Ilya.' She caught his wrist. 'I'm done. Totally done.'
    He turned toward her, his blue eyes drifting possessively over her face. 'No, you're done when I say you're done. I'm done when you say. That's the way it works, radost' moya. And I say you're not done.'
    'I don't understand.'
    He bent his head to her breast, his tongue flicking the nipple, teeth tugging, and then his mouth settled to suckle. She gasped, and turned more into him as the flashes of fire went from nipple to sheath. Her arm cradled his head, as she held him to her.
    'I'm exhausted. I want more, but I'm so tired.'
    His fingers plunged deeper, stroking and caressing and circling her clit. This time her orgasm was gentle and washed over her like the receding waves of the seas. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and lifted his head to find her mouth with his.