When his climax finally hit, it was with such force that his vision blurred at the edges. He drove into her one final time, holding himself deep as he pulsed inside her, filling her with hot spurts of his release.
They remained frozen in that position, panting and trembling, for several long moments. James slowly became aware of the cool air on his sweat-dampened skin, of the hardness of the bedrock beneath his knees despite the layered materials, of Victoria's ragged breathing.
As his heart rate began to slow, he realized with mounting horror that his erection hadn't subsided. If anything, the brief release had only sharpened his hunger for her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, not sounding sorry at all. His body betrayed every apology as he began to move again, his hips finding a gentler rhythm rocked into hers and every thrust was a contradiction soaked in remorse and driven by desire. "But I can't stop."
Victoria responded with a broken moan, her oversensitive body both recoiling from and leaning into the renewed stimulation. "Ah! Don't...don't stop," she managed between gasps.
James gripped her ass with both hands, using the leverage to control his thrusts as he drove into her again and again. The tight, wet heat of her was overwhelming, like drowning in the most exquisite way possible. Her walls clenched around him with each thrust, her body greedily pulling him deeper despite her exhaustion.
Victoria twisted to look back at him, and the sight nearly undid him completely. Her face was transformed by pleasure; eyes blurred, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. It was a face of pure abandon, of someone; so consumed by sensation that everything else had fallen away.
James knew his own expression must mirror hers, the same desperate hunger, and the same loss of self. They were no longer James and Victoria but merely vessels for this primal force moving between them.
"James! I can't...it's too...ah!" Victoria's words dissolved into incoherence as another orgasm ripped through her.
He continued his relentless pace, holding her firmly in place as she writhed and bucked against him.
Victoria leaned back into him, body jelly-like, head on his shoulder. Her face twisted in pure, helpless pleasure.
"J-James...oh..."
The world around them blurred into mist and sensation. James didn't fight the foreign sensations as they clouded over his senses. It felt weird but at the same time euphoric. He held her hips and drove into her repeatedly, moaning into her soft skin. Her pussy fluttered with overstimulation, dripping and sucking him in well.
Ten thrusts later, she broke again, her body convulsing around him, her moans turning guttural. But James didn't stop. He chased his own high, hips driving into her soaked folds with maddening intensity until he groaned from deep in his chest and finally spilled his load. It was raw, long, and thick with years of restraint. His body shook with it, and he collapsed over her, catching himself with one trembling arm.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence and the sound of their hearts pounding.
Then James opened his eyes, wide and filled with sudden horror. He pulled out of her gently, almost scared, and backed away as if burned. Victoria lay on her side, body limp and twitching with aftershocks, her thighs stained with his release. Her pussy was flushed and red, glistening and swollen, evidence of their madness dripping slowly.
James covered his face with both hands, pushing back his hair and breathing hard.
"I… I shouldn't have," he whispered, voice cracking. "I lost control."
His fingers trembled as he reached for her, then he pulled back again, afraid. He looked at her like he had done something unforgivable.
Victoria stirred, forced her heavy limbs to move. She sat up with effort, her skin still flushed and her eyes dreamy. She smiled.
"That was exceptional. Incredible." Her voice was soft but full of wonder. "The way you dominated me… you took control, James. You gave me everything I wanted."
He looked at her like she was mad. "I behaved like a beast."
"No," she said firmly, shaking her head as she scooted toward him, legs still shaky. "You fucked me good and you did it well. You took me to the clouds, then to space and then to heaven."
Her hands found his cheeks and held his face. Her kiss was slow and languid, lips trembling against his. "James… I almost died. You nearly made me meet my maker," she said with a soft laugh, her body sinking into him.
"And I told you. I don't do soft romance. I'm not the candlelit dinner and roses kind. I'm the dark type. You never would've made a move if I didn't provoke you. From now on…" she kissed him again, her voice hoarse, "don't ask if I want it. If you're in the mood, take me. Flip me over. Have your way with me. Choke me. Spank me. Pinch me. Discipline my p*ssy. It's yours to fuck, so show it who owns it."
James stared at her, stunned.
"You're making me into someone I'm not," he said. "Someone dangerous. Someone…"
"Then what are you going to do about it?" Victoria whispered, licking his jaw slowly.
Again a challenge.
Before he could reply, she pulled him in for a deeper kiss, and this time he responded with intent. His fingers curled into her waist. His lips consumed her.
When they parted, he looked into her eyes. Something shifted in him. He understood it now. Her love was a challenge. Her desire was wild and untamed. She wanted to be conquered, not cuddled. He breathed down already seeing himself concede to her demands, if this was what she liked then he would give it to her.
James exhaled then leaned in, cupping her chin with a dark glint in his eyes. "I have to discipline you," he said quietly. "You provoked me. Pushed me. Turned me into an animal. That needs to be punished."
Victoria smirked. "Yes. Punish me. Make me submit."
A smile curved James' lips. His confidence surged back. He saw the desire dancing in her gaze, the invitation behind her wicked smile.
"I've thought of the perfect punishment for being so naughty."
Victoria purred then bit his cheek playfully before dragging her tongue across it. Her energy sparked again defiant and eager.
His hand slid past her, between her ass cheeks, fingers finding her drenched folds. She gasped.
"I can tell you want more." He kissed her cheek lightly. "But I'm not giving it to you."
She froze then blinked in disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me. You don't get more until I have forgiven you and you learn to behave."
His fingers circled her, teasing her without mercy. Victoria's legs quivered. Her body was too sensitive, too open, but she couldn't resist it. Her breath hitched as he toyed with her clit, slow and precise.
Victoria moaned. She didn't even protest. Her head dropped to his shoulder, completely surrendered.
"Do you have a problem with your punishment?" he whispered.
She shook her head, breathless, too weak to argue. "No... no..."
Her cheek fell against his shoulder. Her body melted again, helpless to the pleasure. James kept teasing, careful, deliberate strokes that sent her nerves spiraling. He kept going until her moans started rising too high about to orgasm again. Then he stopped abruptly.
She whimpered a quiet broken sound at the back of her throat but didn't fight it.
James picked her up gently, cradling her trembling frame against his chest, and carried her back through the winding path they came from. Once at the main shelter, he bathed her, dressed her, and then laid her in the soft bedding.
Victoria could barely keep her eyes open. Her limbs were useless. Her body floated somewhere between exhaustion and the ghost of climax. Her breath evened out. The ache in her thighs mixed with a dull pleasure still simmering deep inside. There was no complaint in her as she drifted off.
She was already asleep by the time her head touched the pillows.
James lay beside her, watching her, wondering how he would ever survive this woman.
However, at that moment, he did not care.
They both slipped into sleep, together, sated, and completely undone.
The theme of his birthday; bad boy, was rightfully fulfilled.