"I have been starving for you, Ari," he breathed against the nape of my neck.
Now I knew what that apology was for. He knew he was about to lose it. My plea for gentleness had acted like a match to a forest fire, turning my stoic serpent into a mindless, hungry beast.
Ah, that was why he got harder. This husband of mine could be… haa… a real pervert sometimes.
Every thrust was a double-hit of heavy, blunt force. It was a relentless, crushing power of a beast that has held back for far too long.
The sensation of him inside me was very overwhelming. His cocks hit every nerve ending I possessed, sending jolts of electricity through my spine. With each movement, the dual pressure worked together—ah, they plotted together—hitting my G-spot from two different angles until I was sobbing into the blankets, my mind was hazy and I literally saw stars.
I was drowning in him. The scent of everything else was long gone, scorched away by the sheer presence of him.
