Chapter 39

Annabelle arched off the bed, bucking her hips uncontrollably as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had speared through her center. She was thrown off the cliff and hurled into a never-ending freefall. The pleasure was so strong, bordering on painful, that she sank her teeth into his shoulder, trying to stifle it somehow. The wave crashed around her as Nicholas bucked into her a few more times before she heard him cry her name out. He tensed, his cock pulsing jaggedly within her as he found his own release. His muscles jerked in a tormented fashion as he let his climax tear through him before slowly relaxing. Then, he buried his head in the curve of her neck, his breathing harsh like hers, his heart pounding against hers.
Her orgasm continued to tremble through her, her muscles pulsing around his semi-hard cock still within her. With each tremor, she could feel his body tense from his sensitivity and hear the soft guttural moan from deep within his throat. His weight on her was comforting, reassuring, and she forgot what a soothing feeling it could be.
Sex had never been like this for her. This earth-shattering. This hedonistic. This unbelievable.