Chapter 4: Climax
As Michael's lips left hers, Anna found herself submerged in the delicious newness of her boyfriend. She missed the sensation from the moment his mouth had departed, thoroughly addicted to the way he invaded her senses. His tongue caressed her nipples, and she shuddered involuntarily as he nipped at the sensitive skin surrounding them.
The sheets on the bed felt cool against her overheated skin. The room was suffused with a golden glow from the bedside lamp in Michael's apartment bedroom, casting long shadows over his tastefully decorated walls.
The aroma of sandalwood and lavender filled the air, as gentle murmurs of assent intermingled with the sounds of passion emanating from the bed.
Michael's lean, muscular body was sprawled over Anna's, careful not to crush her delicate frame beneath his weight. The warmth of their entwined limbs created an invisible tether between their souls, invisible to the naked eye but palpable to their electric connection.
Desire bubbled within Michael as Anna's lithe form arched beneath him. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with fleeting brushes of his length against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Please, Michael," she mewled in half-hearted frustration as intense need gnawed at her insides.
Michael smiled slyly, his hand sneaking up her thigh and under her lace thong. Hers was a slick labyrinth of arousal that tortured him with its promise.
"Christ, how I love to torture you, Anna," he groaned, easing two long fingers inside her. Her breath hitched, her hips bucking into every deft thrust. "And I love how you beg for it," he added, after stealing a glance at her contorted face just moments before she crested that first delicious wave of pleasure.
With slow, deliberate precision, he massaged her clit, maintaining a steady pace with his fingers, keeping bellows of pleasure at bay just long enough for her to ache for it. Keeping her on the precipice was heaven in itself.
Anna writhed under the intensity of Michael's fingers. She could feel her climax belligerently attempting to shudder through her trembling frame; however, he only grinned against her neck and sped up his initial thrusts. The conqueror in his eyes was magnetic – he “owned” her pleasure.
In moments like this, she wondered what it would be like to have him mark her as his like they did in the romance novels she indulged during her quiet afternoons. Desire pooled deep between her thighs once more at the thought.
"Michael, please," Anna mumbled, grabbing onto his biceps, digging her nails into his flesh. She craved to get past that edge – she craved to feel alive with near reckless abandon. To submit to the heady power of released desire.
To crave and grasp – demanding satiation in the face of unbridled pleasure, Anna's fingernails dug into Michael's arms. Leaning forward, she bit his lip, sucking the plump flesh between her teeth, drawing a low moan from deep in his chest.
Michael grinned against her lips, watching the taunting glint in her blue eyes, the flush that feathered across her cheeks. She hungered for him like a parched traveler for an oasis.
His lips tasted like cinnamon, the smell of him – musky and intoxicating, sending fire dancing in her core.
Michael trailed kisses down Anna's neck, moving to the hollow of her throat, punctuating each kiss with a love bite. He sucked on the sensitive spot where her pulse throbbed insistently.
Reaching up, Anna ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the roots, guiding him to where she desired him most. Her head lolled backward, eyes closed – she was lost in the moment, guided by his sure, experienced touch.
As if in a trance, his fingers worked in sync with his tongue traversing her honey-slicked folds. Anna bucked her hips, urging him to delve deeper, to claim her in the most primal way. That he did.
"Goddamn it, Anna, I need to be inside you," Michael growled into her ear, palming her throbbing, wet core, his greedy fingers exploring every secret inch.
"Yes, yes, Michael, now," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael obliged, removing his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her by rubbing his tip against her clit, eliciting a shiver from Anna, before thrusting inside her.
She gasped at the feeling of him filling her up, the initial shock replaced by waves of pleasure that washed over her. The pain was fleeting, and she reveled in the sensation of him invading her.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm, an intimate dance that spoke volumes of the connection they shared.
Michael thrust into Anna, his hips meeting hers in a primal motion, her core clenching around him with each plunge. A sheen of sweat dripped down their intertwined limbs, illuminated under the soft glow from the bedside lamp.
"You feel incredible, Anna," Michael breathed, his lips seeking out the sensitive spot around her collarbone. "I can't get enough of you."
Anna wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper, urging him for more.
Michael complied willingly, granting her every unspoken desire.
He nipped at her lips, their tongues entwined in a sensual dance. Michael's thrusts were deliberate and unyielding, filling Anna with an indescribable heat that threatened to consume them both.
He explored the very depths of her, grinding into her clit, the sensation causing her to gasp and arch her back.
His thrusts became harder and faster, and the whole bed reverberated in sync with their movements. The spicy scent of sex mixed with the faint aroma of lavender as they sweated profusely, hands grabbing and holding onto anything within reach.
"Fuck, Anna, you're so tight," Michael panted, eliciting an obscene response from Anna. "Do you like that, baby?" His dirty talk set her aflame, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.
Michael's lips found their way to her ear, his husky voice whispering, 'Do you want me to fuck you harder, Anna?'
And she craved it, so much so that it drowned out any lingering reservations she may have had. 'Yes, Michael,' she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. 'Harder, please.'"
Michael smirked, his grip on her tightening as he thrust deeper, harder, and faster into her core. Each thrust elicited a gasp from Anna, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
Michael's hand snaked around, pinching her nipple between his fingertips, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.
"Fuck, Michael, yes!" Anna cried out as he hit that spot inside her that lit up her nerves like a firework display.
Michael's eyes darkened with lust, his thrusts deepening, growing more urgent. He was on the verge, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But not before his lover.
"Come for me, baby.
Let go," Michael demanded. He sought her mouth hungrily, swallowing her pleasured cries.
That instantly sent Anna tumbling over the edge, as she screamed his name. Her nails dug into his back as her orgasm crashed into her, drowning her thoughts and sending shudders throughout her body in waves. Her pussy walls clamped down on his cock, quivering in unbridled ecstasy.
It was enough to push Michael over the edge too. He buried himself deep inside her, his muscles tensing as he spilled his release.
Michael groaned with abandon, bucking his hips for the final thrust that milked every last drop from him. Their bodies quivered in unison, the zenith of a passionate dance moments before.
Michael's forehead rested against hers, sweat dripping from his brow to hers, mixing in a dance of its own. Their breath mingled as they rode the highs of their ecstasy.
Anna ran her fingers through his hair, her grip softening as her heart slowly returned to its normal rhythm, nearly purring under Michael's touch.
Her hands wandered down to his back, trailed along his muscular form, admiring its beauty - now glistening from the dance of their lovemaking.
Michael's breathing began to steady on top of her, each exhale warming her neck and igniting the inferno inside her all over again. Their limbs entangled as their chests heaved in rhythm, basking in the afterglow.
Michael lifted his head and met her gaze, the intensity of his dark brown eyes making her shiver. He smiled slowly and kissed the tip of her nose.