Beneath the Surface (For Weonna)

[CyanDimitrik]

Hearing her voice peak against the four walls of their sort-of-private room wasn't even the first sign that Rianne had hit the limit of her sensual resistance; it was the feel of her body reacting to him. In wrestling, it's easy to feel when a body is about to kick out of a pin; the contractions, the tensing in the abdominal region, the legs flexing. It all happens a mere moment before the explosive force. This isn't particularly different - Rianne's abdominals tightening against him, her legs flexing in a sudden surge.

She cries out. Domino obliges. His back arches to meet her, sleek abdominals grinding hard against her stomach. His hips have met hers and locked, hilted within her, filling her completely. Every wave of flexing tension in her legs is met with a hard, grinding push of his hips against hers. The bite is released, his face lifting to gaze down at her as she surrenders to him on every level. The strain of his body against hers, trying to wrench every ounce of closeness and pleasure physically possible, brings him to release intensely within her, wave after wave of heat pulsing through her.

Every breath is a blast of warmth against her lips as he pants over her, and soon, he begins bucking her again. Each push is forceful, aggressively following the rhythm of each pulse within her, riding out this shared climactic moment.

[Weonna]

The world went white, then black, then white again as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, each one more intense than the last.

Her body was no longer her own; it was a puppet of sensation, jerking and spasming beneath him as he rode out her orgasm with relentless, aggressive thrusts.

"Domino! Oh, fuck!"

she screamed, her voice hoarse and raw. Her legs, still locked around him, trembled and spasmed, pulling him deeper with each convulsive clench of her inner muscles. The feeling of him pulsing inside her, filling her with his heat, was a sensation so intense it bordered on pain, a exquisite agony that left her sobbing and begging for more.

"Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

she sobbed, her nails digging into her own palms as she held on for dear life, her body writhing and bucking beneath his as he chased his own release, their breaths mingling in ragged, desperate gasps.

[CyanDimitrik]

Rianne has gone from his hated rival to something new, something to be claimed for the fullfilment of pleasure, as if it were her purpose tonight. Her reason for being there, her reason for having an exquisite body. And as she cries out and her body clenches against him, around him in response to each forceful bucking ram, her slides a hand up her back to seize a fistful of her hair near the scalp. There's a sharp tug to tilt her head back, and Domino lowers his face to draw his tongue smoothly along the span of her neck.

Each push is with trembling intensity as he pumps into her, as that deep heat floods her. The climax has been running longer than he would've expected, but the sensation intermingling with the psychology of the moment, of their contentious pasts, is spurring it on further. Longer. Like her begging him not to stop obliges him to give her more, to not relent until she's thoroughly worn out and tapping in submission.

He adds a subtle shifting, side to side with each hilting thrust just to add more shocks of sensation. His other arm reaches low, wrapping around her thigh as if hooking her leg under the arm in a pin and reinforcing the sense of conquest and submission.

"Tap out," he orders, bringing his lips to the corner of her jaw. His voice is heavy, husky, ladden with each hard breath. "Tap out when you've had enough..."

[Weonna]

The sharp tug on her hair sent a jolt of dark pleasure through her, her head rolling back to expose her throat to him. The feel of his tongue, hot and wet, tracing a path up her neck was a sensation so intense it made her toes curl and her body clench around him.

"Ah! Oh, fuck!"

she cried out, her voice a broken, desperate plea. The side-to-side shift of his hips sent shockwaves of sensation through her, each one more intense than the last, building on the already overwhelming pleasure of his relentless thrusts.

"Domino, please... I can't... I can't take any more!"

she sobbed, her body bucking and writhing beneath him as he drove her higher and higher. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, a dark, all-consuming force that left her gasping and begging for mercy.

"Tap out... I tap out!"

she finally screamed, her voice raw and hoarse. Her hand, trembling and weak, reached up to weakly tap his shoulder, a pathetic, desperate attempt to signal her surrender.

"I tap out! I tap out!"

she sobbed, her body convulsing with the force of her release, her inner muscles clenching around him in a final, spasmodic grip as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, her mind going blessedly blank...

[CyanDimitrik]

Hearing the submission is one thing. But feeling Rianne's fluttering taps against his shoulder is a whole other level. Those frantic swats of her hand against his skin, begging for mercy while her body reacts to his every push and pulse spurs him in a little deeper. He arches himself against her, grinding tight along her defined midsection, pushing his length deep within as she squeezes. A few final, shuddering pulses of deep warmth are sent within her, and he finally begins to relax over her, affording her the mercy she desperately wanted.

Domino lowers himself fully upon her, resting in the two-person pile of panting, sweating bodies. That felt perfect. Exquisite. Exactly the release he was looking for, the... punishment? She deserved? He can't tell if it was still that, or something else. His mind is too hazy.

His right hand runs along her leg, from knee to thigh, before lifting to find her arm. He lazily scoops it at the bicep and guides her limb to loop his neck. The other arm does the same with the other side, guiding her to embrace him. Finally, his head lowers and tilts to press a kiss to her lips. It isn't the aggressive, forceful motions of before, but softer, easier, coaxing to invite her to return it.