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accommodate its girth. Her pleasure ramped up, coiling tightly within her. Webs of desire wrapped her body as she twisted and slid the barbell in her nipple. Gasps and shudders caused the water to lap against her body. The currents under the water beat against her unattended nipple.
Carissa pushed the vibrator deeper inside her pussy, in and out, over and over again, rubbing against the delicate muscles. Her vagina squeezed around the hard casing, pulling it further inside. She cried Brent’s name as the fire inside of her increased, incinerating her. All thought was burned away. Only one impulse remained—to reach the peak. The image of Brent’s face became clearer in her mind. She could smell him on the air, that unique male musk and watery essence. She wanted to taste his lips, feel the solidity of his body against hers. She wanted to rub her nipples against his chest, feel his cock sliding in and out of her vagina. She wanted to know the strong grip of his hands on her wrists, holding them down while he took control of her pleasure.
In a flash, she knew that he would slow the pace, tease out each moan and cry from her until she could stand it no more and she begged for him to fuck her hard and fast. She followed her instincts, matching the speed she knew he would use, until she felt the retreat of her orgasm. She gritted her teeth in delicious frustration as she felt the ghost of Brent’s presence in the room, dictating her actions. The cooling water against her body made for beautiful contrast. She was able to regain some of her composure. She took a moment to catch her breath, and steady the rhythm of her heart. She shuddered as she took in the sensations sliding through her body: the fullness in her pussy; the tightness, so close to pain throbbing her clit and nipples; the pulse of her blood in her veins; the eager scratching of her wolf, deep inside her. Her skin felt stretched and too tight, as if it were too fragile to contain such huge feelings. Her brain was a static weight, with no thought whatsoever, completely obscured by the veil of her passion.
Once she was sure that her orgasm had all but faded she started the process again, this time concentrating on her clit and vagina. Pulling the vibrator out until it had almost left her body completely, she batted water against her sensitive clitoris, letting the gentle waves stimulate the throbbing bundle of nerves. Then she thrust the dildo inside of her again. Arousal began to build again as she continued to fan her clit with the water and fuck herself with the vibrator.
Brent’s name became a prayer on her lips, pushing her on, until the pressure within became too much for her to hold. Her climax slammed into her in one clear break, shattering her body, setting off multicolored fireworks behind her eyelids. Everything inside of her felt broken, melted, fractured by the wave of pleasure. Every bit of air she sucked into her body hurt as her heart pounded like a drum against her ribcage.
It took awhile to get her bearings. The vibrations from the dildo sent cracks through her body, setting off pleasurable and painful quakes. With a weak grip she slid the vibrator out of her vagina and put it on the floor. The water was now lukewarm. Goose bumps rose on her exposed skin. She slid into a sitting position. Her stomach roiled for a few seconds before it settled.
She let out a yawn. With languid movements, she unplugged the stopper and stood up. For a moment she swayed on her feet as the world tilted on its axis. Carissa reached out and placed a palm on the wall to balance herself. She reached deep inside for her wolf’s help and a bit of extra strength. The animal conceded, opening the connection between them. Strength saturated her muscles and bones, bolstering her until she felt strong enough to stand.
She didn’t even have the vigor to think about what she’d done. Later, she told herself. Her wolf snorted in disbelief but didn’t push her in any
Carissa pushed the vibrator deeper inside her pussy, in and out, over and over again, rubbing against the delicate muscles. Her vagina squeezed around the hard casing, pulling it further inside. She cried Brent’s name as the fire inside of her increased, incinerating her. All thought was burned away. Only one impulse remained—to reach the peak. The image of Brent’s face became clearer in her mind. She could smell him on the air, that unique male musk and watery essence. She wanted to taste his lips, feel the solidity of his body against hers. She wanted to rub her nipples against his chest, feel his cock sliding in and out of her vagina. She wanted to know the strong grip of his hands on her wrists, holding them down while he took control of her pleasure.
In a flash, she knew that he would slow the pace, tease out each moan and cry from her until she could stand it no more and she begged for him to fuck her hard and fast. She followed her instincts, matching the speed she knew he would use, until she felt the retreat of her orgasm. She gritted her teeth in delicious frustration as she felt the ghost of Brent’s presence in the room, dictating her actions. The cooling water against her body made for beautiful contrast. She was able to regain some of her composure. She took a moment to catch her breath, and steady the rhythm of her heart. She shuddered as she took in the sensations sliding through her body: the fullness in her pussy; the tightness, so close to pain throbbing her clit and nipples; the pulse of her blood in her veins; the eager scratching of her wolf, deep inside her. Her skin felt stretched and too tight, as if it were too fragile to contain such huge feelings. Her brain was a static weight, with no thought whatsoever, completely obscured by the veil of her passion.
Once she was sure that her orgasm had all but faded she started the process again, this time concentrating on her clit and vagina. Pulling the vibrator out until it had almost left her body completely, she batted water against her sensitive clitoris, letting the gentle waves stimulate the throbbing bundle of nerves. Then she thrust the dildo inside of her again. Arousal began to build again as she continued to fan her clit with the water and fuck herself with the vibrator.
Brent’s name became a prayer on her lips, pushing her on, until the pressure within became too much for her to hold. Her climax slammed into her in one clear break, shattering her body, setting off multicolored fireworks behind her eyelids. Everything inside of her felt broken, melted, fractured by the wave of pleasure. Every bit of air she sucked into her body hurt as her heart pounded like a drum against her ribcage.
It took awhile to get her bearings. The vibrations from the dildo sent cracks through her body, setting off pleasurable and painful quakes. With a weak grip she slid the vibrator out of her vagina and put it on the floor. The water was now lukewarm. Goose bumps rose on her exposed skin. She slid into a sitting position. Her stomach roiled for a few seconds before it settled.
She let out a yawn. With languid movements, she unplugged the stopper and stood up. For a moment she swayed on her feet as the world tilted on its axis. Carissa reached out and placed a palm on the wall to balance herself. She reached deep inside for her wolf’s help and a bit of extra strength. The animal conceded, opening the connection between them. Strength saturated her muscles and bones, bolstering her until she felt strong enough to stand.
She didn’t even have the vigor to think about what she’d done. Later, she told herself. Her wolf snorted in disbelief but didn’t push her in any
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