Chapter 5

At the sensation, shrill whimpers of pleasure escaped me, the sound causing him to feast upon me until I was almost mad with the need for release. 

Once again rising, he molded us, belly to back. Then, reaching around me, he penetrated my slick opening with a finger, slowly beginning to pump it in and out as he groaned, "Fuck, baby, you're soaked." 

After a few seconds of pleasuring with one finger, he slipped in a second. The feelings he was creating within me were too much, and I pushed down on his fingers burying him deeper within me. The tingles of my orgasm rippled up and out from my core, causing me to utter a scream of pure ecstasy. 

Afterward, calming, I found myself thankful for the wall and the strong body holding me up. Breathless and still tingling from the mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew they wouldn't have supported me. 

The thrumming inside the feminine heart of me continued as I rested the side of my face against the cool wetness of the tiles. Yet, I still wanted the throbbing hardness pulsing against my backside buried deep within me. Squirming against his erection, I panted, "Please, Torin, fuck me!"

My words were met by a low rumbling, animalistic snarl, before reaching out, he shut off the stream of water. Within seconds, he had me lifted into his arms, and was stepping from the shower. 

With both of us still soaking wet, he made short work of the distance between the bathroom and his bedroom. Once in the room, he quickly crossed the expanse from the door to his bed. Depositing us on top of the covers at the same time pulling me on top of him. 

As I straddled his hips, I began sliding back and forth on his cock. At the action, Torin ground out, "Fuuuuck! before, thrusting his cock harder against me, he groaned, "God-damn." Reaching up, he cupped my face within his hands, and pulling my head down to his, he lightly bit down on the plump, fullness of my bottom lip. 

Like a baby bird, my mouth opened to him and he slid his tongue in, mating it with mine. I could taste the remains of my orgasm, its salty flavor turning me on, and I began moving against him, almost frantic.

The sound of Torin's cock sliding within my wetness resonated around us. The smell of our arousal, teasing our senses. Finally, his breathing becoming loud and harsh, Torin ground out almost in-audiably, "I need to fuck you." Afterward, flipping me over until I rested on my elbows and knees, he growled, "Brace for it baby, I'm fixing to own that pussy." 

His words had barely left his lips before he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me—forcing a scream of ecstasy from between my lips. Snatching at the feeling of fullness, the long, filling strokes sent me into nirvana. Afterward, pulling out, he placed the head of his cock at my entrance, slamming in again and reseating himself deep within me.

Pleasure exploded throughout my system, and I lost count of how many times he pulled out, only to slam in again, filling me to the hilt each time as I moaned and thrashed. My body was so aroused with pleasure, I felt out of control as I shook and shuddered. 

With each thrust, I became more vocal until a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My ass shoved back against him and I took him as deep as I could. Head jerking upward, my neck stiffened, my toes curled and I screamed. 

However, no sooner had I begun to come down, than Torin had me whimpering and thrashing again. Sliding one arm around my hips, he placed a finger on my swollen clit. then began rubbing at the sensitive nub. 

His hips flexing as he fucked me, Torin set a rapid pace of pumping in and out of me, spiraling me back up that Heavenly path toward completion. Stilling, he uttered a loud groan as he exclaimed, "Oh, fuck! I'm fixing to cum." 

His words sent me over the edge, and I was ushered into another mind shattering orgasm, feeling the strong pulsing of Torin's cock as he pumped out his own release deep within me.

Minutes passed, our breathing harsh, before securing the condom, Torin slid from within my depths. Standing, he made his way to the bathroom. 

Seconds later, returning to the bed, he placed a finger against my lips, as lying down beside me, and obviously sensing the questions bubbling within my mind—he stilled my words. Then, maneuvering us until we lay upon the pillows, he bent forward, pulling the sheet from the end of the bed. 

Settling the fabric over the top of us, he positioned our bodies to where we lay rear-end to pelvis. Then wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand curled under my hip, anchoring me against him. Afterward, planting a kiss on my shoulder, he whispered, "We'll talk tomorrow." 

Within seconds, his breathing became slow and regular and I felt, for the first time in a long time, I was where I belonged.