She began to relax and Tal picked up on that, his hips gaining speed. Thrusting harder. She cried out in time to his rhythm, to his dance. She didn't remember the steps anymore – he was showing her. He pulled away from her, moving to lean back on his knees, and she closed her eyes, rubbing her lips together.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he told her, his hands holding onto her hips and lifting her to him.

“I wish I could feel me the way you do,” Misch replied.

“Open your eyes.”

“What?”

His hand was suddenly gripping her jaw, almost painfully so, and he forced her head to face forward. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. He held her in place, his eyes boring into her.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, then his hand fell away.

Misch's eyes lingered on his shoulders, on his chest. On the sweat that was running down his body, getting caught in the lines and definitions of his muscles. Whatever Tal did, it must have required him to keep in shape. Her eyes followed the lines, down to his abs, down to the  V cut into his hips. Down to where his pelvis met hers, where it thrust back and forth against her.

“God, you're amazing,” she breathed, licking her lips. He chuckled.

“You're welcome.”

He was pounding into her so hard, she couldn't think straight. She'd never had sex like that, never been fucked like that before. It was scary and amazing and so much more than anything she'd ever expected. He hadn't even been inside her that long, and she could already feel an orgasm blooming low in her body.

“Holy shit. Holy fuck,” she cried out, her hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them.

“Ms. Rapaport, I think you're about to come,” he informed her.

She didn't correct his use of her name.

“Me, too,” she panted.

“Hmmm, not yet,” he whispered.

He pulled away from her and she actually cried out at the loss. She had been empty for so long, she never wanted to not be full of him. But before she could complain, he laid down on her, kissing her sloppily. She sighed against his mouth, tracing her fingers across his slick shoulders.

He kept moving, his mouth running over her chin. Down her throat. Down to her left breast. His teeth grazed the tightened nipple and she hissed. She felt him smile against her, then he was moving again. Tongue sliding down the very center of her stomach. To the very center of her legs. When he actually tried to press his tongue inside of her, she gasped so hard she choked on air.

“Please. Please, Tal, please,” she whined, her fingers twisting in his hair.

“It's been so long for you, hasn't it, baby,” he sighed, kissing the inside of her thigh.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered.

“How often do you touch yourself?”

“A lot.”

“Everyday?”

“Almost.”

“From now on, you'll be thinking of me when you do this,” he whispered, hooking his two fingers inside of her.

“I will,” she agreed.

Then he was lapping her up like she was warm milk, and she was back in that timeless existence. She lifted her hips up, pressing herself against his mouth. She never wanted to be away from it.

He worked the orgasm out of her slowly, almost like it was a game. Cat and mouse. His tongue would drive her to the edge, then he'd pull away, work his fingers. She couldn't remember if she'd ever experienced an orgasm from just penetration, but she was willing to let him have a go at it. But then he switched it up again, and his tongue and fingers were tag-teaming her.

She shrieked when she came, both her hands in his hair, holding him to her. He didn't seem to mind, just pressed his tongue completely flat against her as hard as he could. She shrieked again, the shivers taking hold of her once more. Then she completely relaxed, let every muscle in her body go limp.

When was the last time I did this? Just went limp? Ever?

“That was outstanding,” he laughed, pulling away from her.

“Yes,” she agreed, pressing a hand to her chest.

Her eyes were closed, so she wasn't aware of what he was doing. Just that he had moved far enough away that she couldn't feel him. Suddenly, his hands were on her hips. He flipped her onto her stomach, surprising her a little. She tried to ask what was going on, but then her hips were yanked up. As she tried to push herself up onto her hands, he slammed into her.

She actually screamed. She hadn't had sex in a long time, and he was a large man. She was almost uncomfortably full. But Tal either didn't notice or didn't care. She was assuming it was the latter, because he slapped her on the ass – two times, more for show. A third time, to sting.

“So fucking hot, so fucking good,” he hissed, holding onto her hips and pulling her back every time he slammed forward.

She literally couldn't breathe. Or at least that's what it felt like to Misch. Her mouth was open, her face pressed against the mattress, her hands above her head. She pressed them against the wall, used that to shove back into him. It felt like his dick was brushing against the base of her brain. Interfering with basic thought process.

This is fucking amazing.

He roughly grabbed her left arm and yanked it behind her back. He pulled on it till she was forced up off the mattress, forced to arch her back towards him. Then he pinned her wrist to the bottom of her spine, just above her ass. His other hand worked its way to her front, squeezing her breast. Pinching her nipple.