Chapter 23: Full Depth
The sheer scale of it was incomprehensible. In the studio, it had been a shock, a thrilling impossibility. Now, in the soft light of her bedroom, it was a fact of the universe, a presence that redefined the space between them. Any comparison to her forearm was a memory, a joke. This was something else entirely.
“Clara,” Jade breathed, her voice tight with a mixture of pride and concern. Her hands hovered, unsure.
Clara didn’t let her finish. She moved, a fluid, desperate climb that ended with her straddling Jade’s hips. The heat of it against her inner thighs was like standing too close to a furnace. She positioned herself, her own wetness a slick promise, and looked down into Jade’s wide, dark eyes.
Then she sank.
It was not a slow, gentle descent. It was a surrender to gravity, a fall into a feeling so immense it stripped thought away. Her body stretched, a burning, perfect ache that made her cry out, a sharp, broken sound. Jade’s hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, anchoring them both.
Clara rode her. There was no other word for the frantic, piston-like rhythm she set. Each downward plunge was a challenge her body met with a scream, each upward retreat a fleeting moment of sanity before the next fall. Jade met her thrust for thrust, her own hips rising off the bed, driving the impossible length deeper.
Jade’s breath came in ragged gasps. “You’re taking… so much of me. I’ve never… no one has ever…”
Clara felt it, the profound internal touch. A pressure, deep inside, a barrier being tested. Her cervix. The end of the road. The feeling was dizzying, a full, stretched-to-the-brink sensation that should have been pain but was something else, something brighter and more terrifying. And still, beneath her, she could see the dark, veined root of Jade, a solid two or three inches that her body was not accommodating.
It wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” Clara gasped, her voice raw. She braced her hands on Jade’s shoulders, her red hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “Jade, please. Fuck me harder.”
Jade’s eyes widened, but the command shattered her hesitation. Her grip on Clara’s hips tightened, hard enough to leave bruises that would bloom like violets by morning. She drove up into Clara with a new, brutal force, a single-minded intensity that shook the bed frame.
The world narrowed to the slap of skin, their mingled sweat, the choked, wordless sounds being torn from their throats. Clara threw her head back, her vision spotting, every nerve ending screaming in overload. She was full, so completely full, and the burning stretch was becoming a part of her, a new definition of her own limits.
She focused on the impossible inches still outside her, a goal she knew her body couldn’t reach, and the wanting of it, the pure, frustrated desire, coiled tight in her belly.
“I’m close,” Jade warned, her voice a strained rasp. “Clara, I’m so close.”
The announcement sent a final, electric jolt through Clara. The coiled tension snapped. Her back arched violently, and a wave of pleasure, so acute it was almost painful, crashed through her. She screamed, a long, continuous sound as her body convulsed around the massive intrusion, milking the length buried inside her in rhythmic, desperate pulses.
The feeling of Clara’s climax triggering her own was too much for Jade to withstand. With a guttural cry, she thrust up one final, seismic time, burying herself as deep as Clara’s body would physically allow. Her release was a hot, flooding rush that seemed to go on forever, a claiming that reached the very depths Clara had once been so insecure about.
The force of it pushed Clara over again, a smaller, shuddering aftershock that left her boneless.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing fighting to return to normal. Clara collapsed forward, her head resting on Jade’s chest, her body still impaled, still throbbing with the echoes of what had just happened.
Jade’s hands, which had been vises on her hips, gentled, stroking the sore skin in slow, awed circles.
“Wow,” Jade whispered into Clara’s hair, the word barely audible.
Clara could only manage a weak, breathy sound of agreement. She felt the proof of their coupling beginning to seep out around the still-hard thickness of Jade inside her. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the faint, lingering vanilla from the candle.
She shifted slightly, a tiny, experimental movement, and felt the incredible fullness anew. A slow, dazed smile spread across her face. She nuzzled into Jade’s neck, her voice a hoarse murmur.
“Don’t you dare go soft yet.”