He resettled himself to accommodate this change in posture, shifting his elbows and catching my hands in his. He laced our fingers together, locking them tight.
Determined to press home my advantage, I contracted my leg muscles one last time, forcing him the rest of the way inside. He filled me wonderfully, his cock thick and vital, his breathing harried. I could have stayed that way all night, but the warm, flickering depths of a woman's sex is one place a man has trouble keeping still.
Joe grunted with impatience. 'If you don't ease up, I won't be able to move.' 'Maybe I like you where you are.'
'Please,’ he said, his pout a charming put-on. 'I've been waiting forever.'
I couldn't resist him. After all, I'd been waiting, too.
Once I'd relaxed my grip, he set a single-minded pace. Digging his knees into the mat, he focused his energy on the motion of his lower body. Straight and hard, he plunged. Firm and sure, he withdrew, tugging slightly each time his glans caught my brink. As we coupled, he spread my arms wider and wider until his chest weighted mine and a delicious pressure burnt in my thighs.
I guess his need for orgasm robbed him of his usual consideration. I didn't mind the discomfort, though. He hadn't been thrusting a minute before I was sighing at every stroke. I hadn't thought anyone could drive me so high so fast.
Slim as he was, he wasn't too heavy to bear, but he was bigger than me and most of his weight was muscle. With his ribs compressing mine, I couldn't draw more than half a breath. I hoped that was the reason my head was spinning, but I suspected not. The way his arms stretched mine, the way he bore me into the mat made me feel overpowered - trapped even - in a way no bondage aficionado's tricks could equal.
The subtle edge of panic went to my head faster than the burgundy. I both loved and feared the hold he had on me. I knew I'd have to give him up someday, but I no longer knew how I'd bear it. Worst of all, Joe had no idea what he was doing to me, hadn't accessed even half his power to vanquish.
He could feel my response, though. He could feel me clutch his pistoning shaft with all my might and hear the growing wetness of our meeting. His rhythm accelerated.
'Ah, God, I needed this,’ he said, shaking sweaty hair out of his face. His cheek caressed my stockinged shin where it crooked his shoulder. 'I thought I'd go mad when I couldn't have you right away. I can't stand to be without you, Kate. I could take you a dozen times a day and never have too much.'
'Fuck me then,’ I said, desperate to drown myself in this libidinous sea, desperate not to admit how dearly I wished his words were true. 'Fuck me hard and don't slow down.'
His gaze flew to mine, but he wasn't put off by my language. His cock shimmied inside me and his lungs expanded like a bellows. 'All right, then.' He regripped my hands and drew a deep, bracing breath. 'Hold on tight.'
He pumped me smooth as silk, his way slicked by my lubricious enthusiasm. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, throwing myself over the cliff of feeling, sucking him inward so strongly he needed all his strength to withdraw.
'Jesus,’ he moaned, pulling harder. Cursing with impatience, he shoved the eye-patch off with his upper arm. 'Sorry, sweetheart. I can't stand not seeing all of you. You don't know how fantastic you look.'
I laughed and whispered, 'Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me.'
His weight slammed into me, faster, faster, his intrusion increasingly full, increasingly greedy. His face contorted with need. It was sheened with perspiration, blotched with colour. 'Oh, no,’ he said, starting to shudder. 'Oh, Kate.'
He gulped for air. His hands gripped mine with bruising strength. He drove in one last time, the deepest, thickest yet, and spasmed at the extremity of his down-stroke. For a second, I revelled in the strength of his convulsions, and then I, too, crashed through the barrier. He cried out when he felt me quiver, coaxing out my orgasm with a swift churning motion of his pelvis until another climax, this one even more forceful, barrelled over the first.
I'm not certain, but I think he came again, too. His eyes snapped open and his cock contracted in a second vigorous series of pulses. He stayed that way, breathing hard against my neck, pressed tight inside me, hipbone to hipbone, cock-head to womb, until his softening penis precluded the intimacy.
'Incredible.' He rolled carefully aside and peeled off the condom. "Thank you, Katie.'
With the breath that remained to me, I assured him he was very welcome.
Afterwards, I lay in Joe's arms, sweaty and sated. I stared at the plastic-blurred mirror, at the ghost-shapes inside, and thought about Tom, my ex. I hadn't done that in a long time, not really remembered. Tom was handsome and charming and the kind of liar who never believed he'd done wrong. I think he loved me. I certainly wanted to believe he did. I had a dream - I suppose everyone does - of starting a better, more loving family than the one I grew up in.