James obliged, sinking into her once more, part of his length disappearing into her welcoming heat. The sensation was even more intense in this new position, her tight watery walls gripping him from a different angle.
"Move," she ordered, her voice dazed.
James adjusted, finding a comfortable position before withdrawing slightly and pushing back in. The motion pulled a loud moan from Victoria, her fingernails digging into his arm and from their linked hands, her expression transformed by pleasure.
"You," she gasped, "what you just did now. Do it again."
He repeated the motion, pulling out and sliding back in with deliberate accuracy. Victoria's body arched off the bed, the free hand shooting out to grip his bicep. Her face, slick with sweat, contorted in ecstasy unlike anything he'd witnessed before.
"There, right there," she panted. "Oh James, that's the spot. Keep hitting there."
Understanding dawned, and James began to move with purpose, hips rolling, angling his thrusts to strike the spot that unraveled her so completely. Victoria writhed beneath him, her head thrashing from side to side as he rocked them both. Her lips parted, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
"Faster," she breathed. "Go a bit faster."
James increased his pace, still careful not to hurt her but giving her what she craved. Victoria bit her lower lip, her head thrown back as pleasure washed over her. Her free hand traced frantic patterns across his broad back, finally coming to rest on his buttocks, guiding him to hit her exactly where she needed.
She opened her eyes, finding his closed too in concentration. "Open your eyes," she demanded. Breathless.
James obeyed, his gaze immediately drawn to her breasts as they jiggled with each thrust. Her pretty breasts, full and perfect, nipples hardened to tight peaks. Still not used to it, heat flooded his face, as he tried to focus on her face, but it was impossible not to look.
Reading his thoughts, Victoria gasped. "Keep looking," she said. "Make me feel desired. Beautiful."
Permission granted. James indulged his desires. He watched her breasts bounce with each thrust, reaching to cup them, to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingers. Victoria's moans escalated, the symphony of her pleasure driving his lust to new heights.
Another orgasm claimed her with startling speed. It washed over her like a searing white light, sticky wetness coating his length as her inner walls spasmed around him. Victoria's mind went blank, her body present but her consciousness floating somewhere beyond the room, beyond herself.
James looked down at her, drunk on the sight of her pleasure, nowhere near his own release. He had noticed a pattern but due to the short breaks in between thrusts in order for her not to be too overwhelmed, he was unsure and wanted to confirm it. Seeing her encouraging nod, he shifted position and began moving again; no longer starting slow or giving breaks in between. Just consistent sensual thrusts as he maintained a steady rhythm, their linked fingers held steady with trust, his hand gripping her waist to anchor her for his thrusts, making sure to hit the spot she loved.
Victoria screamed, "Ahh..." overwhelmed. She tried to push against his abdomen, to create distance, but her hand slipped on the sweat and messy fluids she made coating his skin. Seeing her struggle, James freed their linked hands then captured her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"It's too mu…" she began, but James silenced her with a kiss, swallowing her protests as he continued his relentless pace.
And as he had predicted, ten thrusts brought her to climax again, but this time she squirted, her release gushing in massive waves that soaked the sheets beneath them. James swallowed her moans and held her through it, eventually pulling back to brush away the sweat-matted hair from her face.
Victoria lay beneath him, utterly wrecked. Her eyes were unfocused and hazy, her mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy as she struggled to breathe. They inhaled each other's scent, basking in the aftermath of what had been truly magical, truly euphoric.
Yet James remained unfulfilled, his member still rigid inside her, throbbing with need. He sighed, resigned to restraint. Then, unexpectedly, Victoria stirred. She moved to roll them over, positioning herself once more atop him, his length still buried within her halfway.
James gripped her waist, "Tori...", but she was beyond coherent thought. She moved purely on instinct, chasing the pleasure he had introduced her to, desperate to scratch the insatiable itch deep inside. Her movements had no rhythm, fast, unhinged, almost frantic. Her hands splayed across his muscled stomach for balance as she rode him, moaning ceaselessly, calling his name like a prayer.
"James ahh..."
James matched her as best he could, thrusting upward in gentle counterpoint to her wild motions. Victoria was lost to sensation, oblivious to everything but the slick sounds of their joining and the pleasure building within her once more.
After ten thrusts, she twitched violently and tore herself away from him with a yelp.
"Ahh...ack..." She fell forward onto the bed in a position that left her on her knees, face pressed into the sheets. Her hands frantically moved between her thighs, cradling her sex as if trying to contain an explosion bubbling within.
James watched, cautious, as his prediction came true. Fluids erupted from her in powerful jets, soaking the sheets around them as she called his name brokenly. Her body convulsed with the force of her squirting, which seemed to go on without end leaving him mesmerized. Eventually, the tremors subsided, and Victoria caught her breath.
She turned her head to look at him, offering a lopsided smile. "Guess I got greedy and ate more than my body could handle," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion.
Before James could ask what she meant, Victoria collapsed fully onto the bed. Panic seized him as he moved to gather her limp form in his arms, calling her name.
"Tori, hey Tori wake up."
"Speak to me, Tori." He tapped her cheeks gently. She remained unresponsive, and he feared the worst until he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"Victoria," he called again, louder this time.
She stirred slightly. "Uhh..I'm trying to sleep," she mumbled. "Be quiet."
Relief flooded him, and James pulled her into a tight embrace. In the safety of her unconscious state, he allowed himself to voice the words he would not dare say to her while sober.
"I love you," he whispered against her hair, repeating it like a mantra, a sacred incantation. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
He marveled at his fortune. The woman everyone dreamed of having by their side, the woman who had seemed so unreachable, so unobtainable that he could only wish from afar, she was here, in his arms. Not the rude, self-absorbed, annoying narcissistic CEO he had first known, but someone loving, caring, affectionate. Someone who accepted him completely, flaws and all.
In that moment, James vowed to make himself worthy of being beside her. He lifted her carefully from the bed and carried her to the ensuite bathroom, where he placed her in the Jacuzzi tub and filled it with comfortable hot water. While she soaked, he hurried to change the bedsheets, dumping the soiled linens in the washing machine.
Returning to the bathroom, he tenderly washed both Victoria and himself, dried them off, and dressed her in one of his shirts. He changed into fresh pajamas before carrying her back to the clean bed and settling beside her.
As sleep pulled him under, James's last conscious thought was that no matter what the future held, this night had irrevocably changed them both. What had begun as physical desire had transformed into something far more profound, a connection that transcended the boundaries of their bodies to touch the very essence of who they were.