Who watches the watchers - part 11.

[JackJonesHull]

Note: there really are 10 parts before this.

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It her own heart beating in her ears, filling her thoughts with its incessant drumming. Only by the purest of wills that she persuaded her breathing to not play counterpoint to that rhythm. Her rebellious body desperate to pant like the *** she felt herself to be.

His eyes locked on her he watched every breath and every twitch within her skin. The universe was shrunk to only her. It was a moment until the synchronization of their breathing struck him. They were connected fully. He would swear that there was a pulsing about his penis that matched his own pulse. Their bodies joined by their hearts pumping. Life itself connected.

She felt his hands around her hips. Not gripping particularly, not attempting to manipulate her or move her, just holding her. The percussion of her heart sinking lower. There was a stirring within which she hoped he wouldn't notice until the realisation hit that it was him moving not her. Somehow, without seemingly doing anything, he was matching her pulse with a beat of his own. Every second tic echoed with a toc as his cock rocked deep inside.

He saw her eyes widen. Wanting everything of her and to give more he levered up, her body a counterweight, until he was sitting, their noses close. His hands slid down behind her thighs, beneath her, as you rocked back a fraction to keep him hard within, clearly wanting to prolong the moment. But her weight shifting only continued his momentum upwards and he allowed it.

For a moment she felt gravity pull her harder onto him, grinding against him, around him. Then she was weightless as they passed the apogee of the arc and his body, locked to hers, followed her. The almost cushioned inevitable impact onto the sofa was still hard, harder still as the motion hammered him into her like a freight train. Instinctively her hands clawed into his buttocks.

He knew it was a mistake when they passed the apex. But with no way to prevent what was coming his full weight pile drove inside her. The sensation of being enveloped deeper almost caused him to cum again. Then her nails pierced his skin and he was lost again. His hands about her lower calves pushing her down, parting her a fraction wider, he became another mammal.

She almost cried in the instant. Could barely catch a breath. The piston motion of him made her eyes lose focus. All she could truly sense, with total clarity, was her sex filling her with incendiary, elemental, electricity. Every part of her was on fire, freezing, shocked. All emanating from where their bodies met. She couldn't speak, could barely make a sound. Nothing mattered. Everything was important.

He felt the build up inside shift. It must have appeared in his eyes. That one moment telegraphed to the only one who could see.
Her hands were at his throat. The sensation of her grip welcomed, not refused. As he felt her throttle his breath his cock jerked hard and filled her again. He gasped and came again.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as her body crashed in wave after wave of ecstasy. No longer choking his pleasure she still needed to pull his body to hers.



To be continued (if so desired).