Chapter 4: Climax
The pulsating orgasmic cries woke him, the sound was unreal. Too animalistic to be something that came out of a human, but he knew it did. Ramzi could feel a smile spreading across his lips as the noises reached his ears, the screams and groans making that grin crack, before it blossomed into a full-blown smile of pure euphoria.
That was Clarissa, his Clarissa.
His petite, beautiful, and fiery lover who took him on a rollercoaster of pleasure in their committed relationship. She was in the throes of her climax, her back arching, skin glistening in sweat as she received the ultimate satisfaction from one of his friends—he couldn't even recall who.
All he knew was that he trusted her, and she wanted this. The room buzzed with the energy of explicit sex, as Clarissa rolled onto her back, the men in the room gathering around like bees to a hive as they watched her in awe and desire.
Gio leaned down, claiming her lips with urgency and onto her glistening body, the trail of his warm mouth leading to her breast as his fingers worked in tandem to bring out another scream from the brunette beauty, her dark nipples growing harder in his mouth.
Her breasts heaved slightly with her breaths, each one slowing down as she came down from her orgasmic high. In that moment, her eyes locked onto Ramzi's—her smiled seemed almost serene, as if to assure him this was everything she had imagined; he could sense the contentment pouring out of her as she reveled in the pleasure of the hands and cocks that explored her body.
One of the guys, a muscular man named Hector, moved to position himself between Clarissa's spread legs, as he gripped his dick, slowly stroking it. Ramzi could only watch as Hector replaced his hand with his dick, pushing his thickness into Clarissa, his strokes measured as she whimpered at every thrust.
"Fuck, she's tight," Hector growled, "You didn't tell me she was this tight, man—fuck!"
He brought his hand down on her stomach, as if leaving an invisible imprint on her skin.
The contrast of his dark, tanned skin against her smooth, sweat-slicked flesh made her whimper in wanton desire, begging for release.
"Harder!"Turning her head to the side, she gasped, "Yes, Hector—yes!"
He obliged, his thrusts growing stronger and harder as he worried the dark nub of her nipple, listening to her gasped expletives as she threw her head back.
"Oh, God! That's it, yes—!"
Clarissa keened, digging her nails into Hector's arms, pulling him closer as if trying to merge her being with his. Her whole body tightened with every plunge, the muscles of her vaginal walls clenching, and releasing around him. Ramzi knew she was right on the brink.
"C'mon, baby—cum for me again," he urged, his voice strained with want and longing.