Jyeon makes love to me, eyes locked on mine, with occasional kisses as we move in unison and breathe it out together. I am panting, moaning, heating up where skin touches skin, and closing my eyes to savor the sensations. So in love with him and unable to control the soaring sense of utter adoration this is causing me to have at being this way with him. If I thought I was done for before, now I am completely hooked and have no chance of recovery.
You can't get any more intimate with someone than having him make love to you while staring deep into your soul. Removing all last traces and doubts about his feelings for me and healing parts I never thought were capable of being healed. Connected in all ways and finding the place I belong in his arms after years of feeling like half a person. My body is building towards a monumental climax as he lets go of one of my hands and slides his fingers between us to play with my clit.
Jyeon hits home harder, putting more into it, and starts grinding into me with determination as my body tightens around his shaft, and he can feel the oncoming explosion. It's evident in the raspier way I start to take in air and dig my nails into his shoulders, eyes screwed shut, as I cry out because this does it for me. My body stiffening, and my legs clenched around him. Biting on my bottom lip to curb the screaming he has me doing, Jyeon flips the switch. Seeming to note that his being rougher and less sweet has me crying out in ecstasy.
From gentle and considerate lovemaking, he lets go of my hand so he can hitch my legs up higher, his fingers pressing into my skin as he holds me tight. Pushing up to extend the arm keeping his body in place, he starts ramming me, angling to hit my g spot.
He is far enough above me to look down, lifting half of me in an unnatural position that works wonders. There's not a single ounce of shyness from him or any awkwardness or shame at doing this. To him, it's the most natural thing in the world, and he's focused hard on making it good for both of us. It puts me at ease, and I forget about being awkward, too, getting lost in the headiness of unforgettable sex.
"Put your hand where I was and do it for yourself, baby. It'll make you cum." Jyeon encourages me to rub my clitoris, and I meekly do as he tells me, coyly reaching down and taking his direction. Finding way and meekly starting it while flushing at little red in my face. Eyes firmly shut and staying that way because I feel him watching me as he screws me senseless. I'll lose my courage if I make eye contact while touching myself this way.
I know that he's the only man I was ever with, and what I learned about sex had been a learning curve for us back then. He always encouraged me to experiment more and embrace my own needs. He seemed to know more about my pleasure than I did myself, even back then. Maybe because Jyeon went to an all-boys school and sex ed and teen boys sharing tips was common. Yet somehow, he always felt way more experienced and confident no matter how many times we did it, even though he was as much of a virgin as I was on our wedding night. It's maybe because boys masturbate way more frequently and talk about sex more openly with their friends, and I only ever had male friends who would never talk about sex in front of me.
I listen to my own body and move my fingers over where he was, mimicking it and circling it to create the same friction he was. Gasping at the difference it makes when combined with how hard he's pummelling me. I'm so slick I can hear the noise of wetness as he controls his rhythm and has me clawing at the bed with my free hand. So little control as my body spins into euphoria, and I forget some of my inhibitions and lose myself to it.
We go so long like that until it becomes obvious I am struggling to maintain it while he's rubbing against me, flattening my fingers with every thrust. Without warning, he pulls out and flips me over on the bed. It's so fast and seamless; while I was in my dark bubble inside my head, I yelp as it happens. I defy gravity for a second and have no clue how he did it without me flailing or my heavy limp body. Startling my eyes open as he lays me out flat and then tugs me backward, so I end up on all fours. He is pulling me around like he used to and finding my body responsive to him like it always was. I'm impressed with his ability to make my limbs do as he commands with little effort.
"It should be easier for you this way … and me. Deeper too….. Fuck…. you drive me crazy…. There are so many things I want to do to you, and I don't think I can hold it in much longer. I'm so turned on I'm a walking timebomb." His voice is husky, oozing sexiness, and drills straight to my core.
I brace myself this way, blushing to my roots with how verbal he's being, given he would never have said anything like that when we married, and I inhale sharply when he slides into me from behind. Giving me no room to answer before grabbing my hips in a vice-like solid grip, so my legs and arms nearly buckle. It's like he burrows his dick deeper, and his penis gets thicker this way too, so I almost choke on my saliva. I know it's just because of a new position, but it's miraculous.
"This is okay, right? It's good?" He checks before making any more movements, and I nod, unable to formulate words while putting my all into keeping myself together. My mind is a frazzled mess, and my only focus is every tiny sensation he's causing me.
I reach out and catch the upper ledge of the headboard to hold my weight up and put my other between my legs to do what he told me before—biting on my lip to curb my noises and fighting collapsing when he pulls back and thrusts hard into me. It's an entirely different sensation, more intense, and as he starts to grind and build up momentum again, I know it won't take long this way.
Jyeon is on his knees, holding me firm, and starts slow and steady. Once again, watching me for my reactions and listening to my moans to take his cues as he slides his entire length in and out. He works up to a faster speed, harder, so he's slapping my ass with his groin as he pounds me, and it takes all my strength to hold onto the headboard. Jyeon barely makes any noise, but he never used to either. He's more of a heavy breather and silent climaxer when he cums. At most, he moans lightly under his breath every so often, but I honestly don't care. It's pretty apparent this is as good for him as it is for me.
I start to vibrate and shake as I near completion, beginning in my legs as the building tension and warmth in my lower stomach grows. The tiny tingling all over as it reaches my scalp and toes and shoots in every direction as my body works towards its goal. I rub harder between my thighs. Jyeon slides his hand from one of my hips and entangles it in my hair, tugging a fistful, pulling my head back lightly to keep a better hold on me. I am insanely turned on with hair pulling, and it shoots my responses to the moon as I begin to groan out loud, murmuring his name. He remembered…. one of the few kinks I did ask for back then. I used to melt anytime he grabbed my hair during sex.
"I'm going to…." I breathe the words out, being bounced with every slam, yet it grows and builds inside of me like an epic explosion. Dampness soaking me between the thighs and up to his groin, I know I am about to meet the stars. I cannot perform simple tasks like talking anymore, so wrapped up inside my sensations. Memories of epic orgasms prompting me to mentally ask myself why I avoided sex and even self-pleasure all these years. I was missing this.
Jyeon takes that as a signal to annihilate me completely. I was wrong if I thought he was being pretty hard on my body and screwing me blind. His grip on my hair tightens, so my chin points to the ceiling. His hand on my ass digs into my skin and causes such acute pain-pleasure that I moan loudly, and he ups the speed to inhumane levels, so I'm being destroyed by skill. I cannot take it at all. Pounded so hard, the damp runs down my inner thigh, and I scream with every connection, feeling like he's touching my stomach internally. He's hitting that deeply. My head missing the headboard by an inch with every forced thrust forward. Yet this is precisely what I wanted. This is the literal definition of being fucked senseless.
To be possessed by him and ravaged insanely. To wipe out any memories of her or any kind of sex he ever had in the past. This is a healing balm between us and a new start that didn't need to begin softly. Our volatile relationship was wild and intense at times, and this is exactly the kind of sex to cure us of that past. A beginning to match our end.
I wanted to make this a memorable and insanely good, and wild first time for both of us. One night he won't ever forget. I certainly won't, and my body won't be thanking me tomorrow either for this, but it's so good I think he may have just given me the kind of sex that women turn insane for. If he had made soft love to me, it would have been good and got me an orgasm, but this is blowing your mind sex. This is 'man, I would literally turn psycho for this' kind of exquisite.
Every thrust has me wailing his name, panting until I am dizzy and seeing stars, and the orgasm builds up so fast inside of me it's like it wracks through my nerve endings and threatens to tear me apart. I guess it's many years' worth of repressed sexual needs being cracked open all at once.
When it hits, it's sudden, and blindsight's me even though I felt it building. The explosion is deep and insanely exaggerated, given it's my first in years. I cum with a thunderous crescendo of gasping squeals and convulsions while I soak Jyeon and myself in the process and spasm until my limbs give out. I thrust forward, unable to do anything much about it, but he holds firm, keeps me in place, so my hair pulls tight, and my body becomes heavy and limp, but it's held in place, forced into this position to ride out the waves and enjoy every exhilarating second of this. Adding to the sensory pleasure which heightens how amazing it is.
He keeps on screwing me through a long and drawn-out orgasm that has me whimpering and crying out with every penetration. It's probably the best thing I have ever experienced in my life, better than any sex we had before, and I wonder if the emotional side of things has added to this between us. My body limp and twitching becomes a useless mess that he expertly finished off for me before I still and Jyeon senses he should stop for me to recover.
"You okay?" He leans in and murmurs it in my ear, sending goosebumps shooting across my skin. We're both breathing like we have run a marathon, and he lets me down gently on the bed, releasing my hair and coming to lean on top of me, fully stretched out in this position. His groin molding to my ass and his legs between mine because he's still inside me. He lowers his head and kisses the back of my shoulder and then my cheek as I lay here like a useless corpse. I focus on breathing, catching my breath, and realizing I am sweating and insanely hot. My body is zinging, and my legs have turned to Jell-O. I need a pause for a second.
"Did you finish too?" I murmur in afterthought, aware he's not moving, only brushing my hair off my face and gazing down at me adoringly. Admiring what he's done to his conquest and smiling to himself that I probably was heard in every apartment. Taking care of me in my exhausted and sated state and being gentle and sweet after being so aggressive.
"Not yet, but I'm close. It doesn't matter, though … if you're wiped out …."
"No." I stop him mid-sentence, finding energy from somewhere because there's no way in hell he isn't climaxing like I just did after our first time. It has to be perfect for both of us, and I am not about to let that slide. "Let me up."
Even though I am completely knackered and have the strength of a piece of paper after that, I force my body upright as he slides away to give me room. He rolls on his back, and I pull myself to kneel, on shaking arms and legs, still trembling and feeling like I don't have complete control of my own body.
I push shyness aside, swallow down the impulse to cover my nakedness now the sheets are nowhere to be seen, and I hadn't realized they were discarded off the bed before he gave it to me doggy style. That's sort of mortifying, but he isn't the slightest concerned about lying here in all his glory. I slide on top of him as carefully as possible with my ultra-sensitive nether region, erection standing proud. Despite the fragility of my lady parts, I slide him inside of me as I straddle him.
Now it's my turn to make Jyeon cum.
I must frown with determination, chew on my lip, and wiggle myself into position as though I am trying out for some kind of Olympic event. So much focus on the self-set task. Jyeon watches me, smirking with a raised brow at my expression, amused yet still very turned on, and raises both eyebrows at me taking this kind of shameless initiative. He slides his palms up my hips smoothly, igniting a new trail of tingles with his touch up to my rib cage, and closes his eyes as I start circling my hips and finding my rhythm. His expression liquifying because it must do the right thing for him.
This is new to me. Never did I ever try this or be this confident, yet it feels strangely empowering and different to be the one in control. I lean forward to place my hands on his sculpted chest, cupping his pecks, and experiment with a few thrusts and wiggles before finding what feels good. I watch his face for the tiniest of expression changes, and when I start rocking to and fro at a decent pace, he sucks in his bottom lip and bites on it to curb a moan. His brow twitching as he frowns lightly, and his dimples appear with the strain of not making faces at how it must feel. It's an ego boost and gives me a power kick to have him like putty in my hands. It's all the encouragement I need.
I ride him, ignoring how sensitive it feels at first, but as I get into the flow, I quickly recover, and it feels good. Rubbing against him so I don't need to administer extra stimulation myself, thrusting while he's buried deep inside me, and soon I'm doing to him what he did to me and losing all hints of gentle in the process. I can see why he got turned on in being a dominant who was pushing hard. I like this sensation and the sense of control.
Jyeon lets me screw him for maybe five minutes or more, him out flat and me giving it all my all in a speed and manner that befits what he did. He suddenly pushes himself up to sitting, startling me out of rhythm, and loosely wraps his arms around my ass and waist. His mouth comes to my breasts as he sucks and bites on my nipples at his face level while I thrust and moan. It's added goodness, and I push my chest towards him so he can devour them at ease.
Jyeon grips my ass with his two hands, the kind of death hold he had on me before, and starts helping me pound on him with hostility. Slamming me up and down while I slide back and forth, the joint motion has me building to another orgasm of my own. It completely blows my mind to feel it coming after what I experienced. I wasn't aware I could have one so soon after that, and I grip his shoulders, close my eyes tight, bite on my lip to quell the squeals as Jyeon helps me drive his orgasm home.
It's faster than I expected, mine and his. Bouncing like a maniac, my boobs are in his face, and he's clinging onto me like a crazed sex addict, pushing me, helping me, and making this insanely hot. We both lose the sense of surroundings and get pretty vocal and noisy. I no longer give a shit about being naked or classy in this, and my only focus is getting us both to finish together. That kind of intimacy will be the cherry on top.
I explode for a second time, my head thrusting back and spine arching as I soak him with a more minor, less intense climax, and I feel Jyeon twitch inside of me as he offloads his seed. It's a subtle motion, but mid tremor while I'm seeing stars and losing control of all bodily movements, sending me off the edge. Crying out his name as we cum in unison, I hear the murmuring moan from him under his breath.
"Sohla…fuck….."
I collapse backward, my body giving out completely while caught in the throes, but he has me in his arms and catches me. Pulling me with him as he flops back on the bed, I end up sprawled over the top of him as he administers a few more thrusts and then finally stills. Still deep inside of me as we lay haphazardly tangled in a heap. Gasping for breath, bodies overheating and tingling from head to foot with absolutely no energy left.
"I don't care whatever happens from now on…. Where we go. What comes next. You are sleeping with me every night from here on to do this… fuck a divorce. Baby, I think I know what heaven feels like now." Jyeon chuckles, sliding his arms up and over my body, and pulls me in tight, kissing me on the side of my head, and I can't even muster words to agree with him.
Held close, my heart pounding crazily hard and fast in time with his, and I let myself sag and lie over him like a piece of limp fabric. My face buried in the cushion beside his head.
"I think I might be dead." I groan back at him, now fully aware of how sent I am, and I have no hope of getting myself off or moving.
"As long as it was a mind-blowing death, that's okay by me." He chuckles, kissing me on the ear, and I close my eyes and practically blackout with sheer fatigue.