She knew what to do, of course. Her perfectly submissive, acquiescent position: arched back and pointed ass so that he could take her in the most absolutely complete way possible. There was no inexperience and no hesitation in her movements and it was as though she was an extension of his own mind, her slender body curving into his desired posture without him needing to bark out a single command or guide her with his hands.<br/><br/>And so he took the opportunity that she granted him, wasting no time in thrusting into Mau so deeply that he could feel the tip of his cock brushing up against her cervix. So that when their hips met, he could feel all of her around him, her infernal heat and slick wetness surrounding him, squeezing him tightly as though she didn't want to let go. It was a sensation that he craved more of, this completeness that felt like he had gone for way too fucking long as a shell of a fragmented soul. His fire grew with each second of Mau's willing sacrifice until it reached unquenchable heights, weighty smacks of skin on skin filling the air with each rocking motion of his hips. She met him halfway as well, rocking her firm ass back against him so that they fell into a rhythm of perfect motion that had his length parting her cunt with something that bordered on elegance.<br/><br/>They were almost like a machine, so perfectly did their motions complement the other's. But only the greatest of fools would call them mechanical, so incredible was the passion and sheer humanity that flowed out through their every action. Theirs was no farce, merely going through the motions of passion in a dispassionate manner. No, vitality bled through every inch of his pores. It was the sort of neediness that had his muscles and heart throbbing and his blood pumping and his vision bleeding red. It had his lungs aching, his lips curling, and his skin itching. As though they were some kind of experiment in desperation created by a vicious god that had long since abandoned them for being too uncontrollable.<br/><br/>Insensate growls slipped out of his lips erratically, byproducts of the sheer amount of effort he was exerting into his outpouring of passion. The noises blended with the other sounds into a sensual symphony of moans, whimpers, and the rhythmic sounds of their writhing bodies. It was an overwhelming and dissonant harmony that filled the room and took on a life of its own, filling his ears and driving him towards crescendo. Truly, Mau was the sweetest of poisons, and he couldn't get enough. His fingers curled harshly into her blonde tresses, jerking her head back and eliciting a stream of heady moans. His other hand dug callously into her ass, using it as leverage for his thrusts so that he could find that perfect angle.<br/><br/>Mau suddenly surged upwards, pressing her bare back against his chest, her shirt long since discarded. He took the motion in stride, repositioning slightly so that he could continue his unrelenting assault to wrest yet another world-splintering orgasm out of the helpless girl. He felt her hand settle onto his right hand and tug him insistently, desperately forward; even without her moving his hand, he knew what it was that she sought.<br/><br/>For once he chose to grant her request, his fingers tracing a sizzling path up her toned stomach, over the ridges of her ribs, and settling around her left breast. His arm laid across her stomach, he held her in that position and felt her chest rise and fall erratically against him. Once again, despite the many years of separation, his fingers closed around her mound as though his hand had been molded for her, her malleable breast squishing and shifting under his rough kneading. This was the one part of her that he had neglected up until now and he fully intended to make up for lost time, squeezing and tugging in equal measure. As had become the norm, he had little care for being gentle or ensuring Mau's comfort. No, he stamped his mark onto Mau's tits, in some cases holding her so tightly he left angry red marks onto her pale skin. The same desperation that punctured his thrusts leached into his fingers and he took her into his hands as though he could somehow hold her entirety in one singular moment, squeezing her like this way she would never be able to get away.<br/><br/>Mau's pert peaks chafed against his palm as he wrought those excruciating sensations out of her and he finally took notice of those pebbled buds. He took one between his fingers and pinched the sensitive nipple, tugging and rolling and wringing and twisting in that effort to make her feel as much as was humanly possible, to make her feel every single possible sensation that could be produced from that little bundle of nerve endings.<br/><br/>Neither was the rest of his body idle during this new exploration. After all, even despite the years he still knew Mau's body almost better than his own. Mau's lips across his jaw left him with a searing sensation not merely produced by physical heat and he reciprocated eagerly. His mouth ghosted across her neck and cheek, laying down hungry kisses here, a gleam of saliva there, bright pink marks here. Little by little recapturing all the parts of her that he had lost for the years. The parts of her that ought to belong to him and him alone. The fingers of his free hand drifted down the valley of her tits, past her navel, and found their way to the juncture of her legs. The raw heat of their union radiated outwards and the vulgar sounds of it all inundated his ears, and yet there was still more that could be done.<br/><br/>Tentatively, teasingly, he touched her. The slowness of his fingers stood in stark contrast to the dark fire with which he was pounding her mere inches away, but these things needed to be done in a certain way, a tempting torment. He found her erect nub, entirely engorged from her arousal, and brushed it lightly. Not all conquest had to be done through force and overwhelming power, after all. No, some things could be done even better slowly, tauntingly. The ephemeral touches that his finger drew around her clit were taunts, the final way that he controlled the path to Mau's pleasure. He felt his finger become wetter and wetter, coated in her arousal, and slowly worked his way up to a rhythm, little circles that brushed up against her pearl with each motion.<br/><br/>If Mau was an instrument, he was an expert at playing her. He assailed her body from every possible direction, using his mouth, his fingers, his hands, and his raging cock to impress an indelible mark onto her with the defiance of a conductor at their last performance. And her moans were the music to his ears. Each moan, each gasp, each stilted breath was another part of this debauched symphony. And when she begged? Begged for him? When she asked him to come with her and when her voice broke into a nonsensical needy babble of sheer desire and pleasepleaseplease?<br/><br/>God.<br/><br/>He could barely respond himself, so focused was he in his every motion. But he managed to find a couple words through his pleasure and rage and delirium. "Mine-" he growled. "You belong to me tonight, Mau." He could respond in other ways, as well. In the insistent rubbing against her pleasure bud, in a sharp twist of her nipple, in a punctuating thrust driving deeply into her and hitting all of those spots. "Only me."<br/><br/>She was getting close; he could tell from the tightness in her body and her cunt and her voice and her breaths. And as much as he would've liked to ravage her until she was truly broken in mind and body, he could feel his own climax coming upon him as well. It was a budding tension that slowly began in his body and accelerated, like a wave starting far out at sea and building up as it approaches shore. After all, it was impossible for him to resist the sheer amount of pleasure engulfing his almost-animalistic mind. Every single time he thrust into her it felt like she was trying to keep him inside her for as long as humanly possible. Every kiss that she laid onto his skin was like a searing brand. It was all heat and moans and wetness and her oh so sweet smell.<br/><br/>So he was getting closer and closer, a torrent of fire that surged down his abdomen and towards his cock. He wasn't about to give in that easily, though. Digging into his last reserves of self control and strength, Ryan poured all that he had into his final efforts, into his fingers and his hips and his arms and his entire body. The couch shook with the ferocity which he committed to his final throes, Mau's frame quivering under his unabated assault.<br/><br/>At the end of the day, it was all too much. Even beyond his physical needs, a dark part of him hungered to claim her, to truly mark her as his very own. The wave crashed onto shore with a thunderous impact and his world stopped for a singular instant. Neurons and synapses fired and overloaded with neurotransmitters only meant for pleasure and the tightness in his body was all released at once except no human body should have been created to take such a feeling and so for that singular instant all was nothing. His mouth opened into a silent yell yet no sound came out except a moment later when it all came crashing back down to earth with a deafening crash. And only then did the groans of ecstasy elude his mouth. Only then did he notice that his length was twitching violently, shooting rope after rope of his seed deeply into Maureen. He had buried himself all the way inside of the girl, filling her up to the brim with what seemed like an infinite stream of his essence. His fingers had frozen, his right hand clenched far too tightly around her mound. And even then, even with one hundred percent of his mind being devoted to comprehending the pleasure that suffused his mind, he could still do nothing but hold her against him and ride it out. Finally reclaiming what belonged to him.