I then stood her on the floor facing the bed and had her bend over as I entered her from behind. Once settled in, I grabbed her waist and shifted her weight onto my lap until we established a balance. I eventually worked us into the Titanic position where her upper torso was at a 45-degree angle in the air and I held her arms down behind her back. This position drove me nuts. I penetrated her so deep, I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Something about her canal felt different, she was creamier and more swollen than usual. I pushed the possibilities of why to the back of my head. It was a bumpy ride and the mere sight of her limp body being controlled by me made me feel superior and took me to another level. I noticed her ponytail going in each direction. I pulled out the scrunchie and her hair fell into her face. I could no longer see her eyes but imagined how sexy her expressions were. There was something about her willingness to me exploring her body that turned me on. I heard her moan and knew it was incredible for her, too. I knew this was an awkward position so I didn’t stay in it for long. I felt awesome and like I could go all night long, but I had to switch it up.
After I let her down, she turned to face me. Her mane was tousled in her face. With heavy dark eyes she squinted. “Is that all you have for me?”
Rayna was telling me that she was enjoying me by way of challenging me. I grabbed her by the face and devoured her mouth. I was enamored by her. She straddled me as I walked her back onto the bed and laid her down. I stood on my knees over her, lifted her legs in an India-style fashion, and pushed into her chest before entering her. She was so damn flexible. This was another position that allowed me to go deep. I was in a spell. I had to regain my steadiness, especially after her challenge.
Eventually, I switched it up by placing my feet on the floor, standing over her and pulling her toward me before going back in. This was a big mistake because I now had more agility. The sound of my cock going in and out of her added to the experience, which is why I didn’t put on any music. The sounds I heard throughout that lovemaking session took me to ecstasy. Her extending her legs straight into the air woke me out if my trance but didn’t break my pace. I found myself pounding her. I began hearing our skin collide in slaps. Her moans started and gradually turned into screams. I knew she was climaxing.
She cried my name, “Di—vine…Div—ine!” Rayna’s orgasm did it for me. I felt her vice grip on me. I couldn’t hold it any longer. As I exploded around her, I found it difficult to hold my balance, I didn’t want to fall on top of her.
Goddamn.
~~~~~~~~~~
Rayna
Life’s complicated – isn’t that the memo that’s constantly being hammered into our psyches?
Life’s not fair – isn’t that what the humble hearted use to get from day to day?
All is fair in love and war – now that—that’s bullshit!
Nothing about love is fair. The shit is painful and overrated. My life had been consistently complicated and it was unfair that I was relentlessly at war with myself when trying to make sense of love. Azmir tried waving the white flag that night after that god-awful club episode. He made sweet love to me and practically begged me to advise him of how to repair us. There was so much going on in my head, so much strife in my heart. He assured me that if given the chance we could fix anything that obstructed our way. What way? We weren’t even an official couple. Azmir spoke fruitless optimism.