Chapter 89: Meera in Ulrich’s Bedroom [2] R-18

"Mphh... mmh... mhaa..."

After two full minutes of focused, earnest effort, Meera finally pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet, audible sound. She exhaled heavily, one hand still wrapped around his saliva-slicked shaft, stroking him slowly while she caught her breath.

"I will need to train my jaw, it seems," she said, licking her glistening lips. A fine thread of saliva still connected her mouth to the swollen head of his cock, stretching and then breaking as she drew back. "It is considerably more tiring than it appears."

Ulrich said nothing. But the faint tension at the corners of his eyes, the almost imperceptible shallowness of his breathing, it all communicated precisely how much effort his composure was currently costing him.

Meera noticed every detail, as she always did.

"Release whenever you wish, Ulrich," she whispered, smiling up at him. She raised his cock slightly, tilting it upward beside her face. The length was frankly obscene from this proximity, long enough that the shaft ran the full measure of her cheek to her forehead with room to spare.

She turned her head and dragged her tongue slowly along the underside of his length from base to crown, tracing a long stroke that left a glistening trail across his most sensitive skin.

Then her gaze dropped lower.

She considered his sack for a moment with a curious expression. She dipped her head, extended her tongue, and licked slowly across both of them, feeling them shift slightly beneath her touch.

Her smile widened.

She pressed a soft kiss to the sack, then drew one carefully between her lips, sucking with the lightest possible pressure.

"Ughh—" The sound that left Ulrich was even more unrestrained. His hand snapped forward and pulled her wrist, the one still holding his cock, away.

Meera looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

The look he gave her in return answered nothing and everything simultaneously.

"Turn around," he said.

Meera’s lips curved up, delighted.

She shifted on the footboard and rose onto her knees on the mattress, turning her back to him. Her fingers moved immediately to the laces of her corset, but Ulrich’s hands arrived before hers could accomplish anything meaningful. He pushed her fingers aside without ceremony and took over, working the laces, loosening, and pulling free, until the corset surrendered its rigid shape and fell away.

He drew her gown from her shoulders next, pushing it downward until the fabric gathered in a soft heap around her knees on the mattress.

Meera knelt before him bare from the waist up, her breathing shallow and expectant, while her skin was warm and luminous in the dim candlelight. He ran one hand from the curve of her shoulder down the full length of her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her skin, the subtle shiver that followed his touch, until his palm settled at the small of her back.

Meera exhaled slowly, her head dropping forward, her blue hair, spilling in loose waves over one shoulder, baring the nape of her neck.

Ulrich pressed forward, closing the remaining distance between their bodies. He let his cock settle against the cleft of her from behind, hot and heavy, and felt her entire frame tighten in immediate, involuntary response.

"Ulrich," she breathed, her fingers curling into the linens and gripping.

He brought one arm around her, his large hand spanning the flat of her stomach, drawing her back flush against his chest. With his other hand, he reached down, took hold of his cock, and angled it precisely downward, finding the heat that radiated from between her thighs and following it to its source.

Her pussy was drenched. Silky and swollen and searingly warm even before he made full contact, the slick arousal already coating her inner thighs showing exactly how long she had been waiting for this.

He pressed the broad head of his cock against her entrance.

"Aahnn~" The moan escaped Meera immediately, her fingers twisting harder into the bedsheets as she felt the blunt pressure of him there. Her hips shifted instinctively backward, seeking more contact, her body coiling with trembling anticipation.

It had been two years since her first and last sex with Ulrich after all.

"Fuck me, Ulrich," she whispered, no more playful but rather pleading. "I cannot wait any longer."

He felt her entrance flutter against his tip, softly, slick, clenching around nothing, eager and open.

His hand on her stomach pressed firmer, anchoring her.

And Ulrich drove forward.

"AAHHHNN—!" Meera’s cry split the quiet of the bedchamber as his cock forced her open, spreading her walls apart with inexorable pressure. Her back arched sharply, her shoulders pressing back against his chest, her whole body bowing as she felt herself filled with a depth and completeness that robbed her of coherent thought.

"Ulrich...oh gods...you are—AAHNN!!"

She felt him everywhere, stretching her, pressing deep, his cock sinking into her with a thoroughness that made her feel full.

Ulrich’s jaw was clenched tight, his breath controlled but rough at the edges. She was really tight around him, her walls gripping his cock in a slick grasp that pulsed with every small movement either of them made.

He gave her three seconds.

Then he began to move.

"AAAHNN....yes...Ulrich...aaahnn—!" Meera’s voice broke open with the first thrust, her elbows barely catching her against the mattress as her upper body pitched forward. The hand at her stomach kept her anchored against him while he rolled his hips back and drove forward again.

"Mmhh! Aahnn...again...don’t stop...AAAHNN!"

Ulrich’s grip on her stomach loosened.

He released her entirely, both hands withdrawing, and let Meera fall forward onto all fours on the mattress. She caught herself on her palms, her fingers splaying wide against the linens, and the shift in position changed everything, the angle deeper, the access total, nothing between them now but the driving rhythm he would set.

He pulled back and thrust into her hard.

"AAHNN—God yes!!" Meera’s arms nearly buckled.

The bed answered with a resonant creak. Then again with the next thrust.

Neither of them cared.

Ulrich pounded her with a different focus than when he was working, but the control was thinner now, stretched taut over something considerably instinctual underneath. Each thrust rolled through his hips with force, sinking his cock into her drenched pussy to the hilt, pulling back until only the head remained inside, then driving home again.

"Aaahnn! Mmhh...Ulrich...aahnn...yes—ahnn!" Meera’s voice came in broken fragments, punched out of her with each impact, her fingers twisting and clawing at the bedsheets as she fought to hold herself upright against the force of him.

Her hair, that vivid shade of summer sea, had come entirely loose. It flew forward with each thrust and swung back with each withdrawal, cascading over her shoulders and cheeks in wild, disheveled waves, occasionally clinging to the sweat beginning to gather at her temples and throat.

Then Ulrich looked down.

In this position, freed completely from the architecture of her corset for the first time, Meera’s breasts hung full and unrestrained beneath her, swaying heavily with every thrust, every shift of the mattress, every movement of her body. They were generous and big, the kind of weight that the corset had been working extraordinarily hard to contain all evening.

He leaned forward over her back, reaching both arms beneath her body, and closed his hands around them.

They spilled immediately past his palms, amazingly soft, more than his large hands could contain, the excess flesh yielding between his fingers as he gripped.

"Haa—ahhn!" Meera let out a startled moan, her back arching involuntarily, pressing her breasts harder into his grip.

Ulrich squeezed them, his fingers sinking into the softness, fucking her from behind, while his hands worked beneath her, kneading and gripping, thumbs finding the stiffened peaks of her nipples and pressing against them.

"AAAHNN...oh gods...Ulrich...yes...your hands...AAAHNN—don’t...mmhh!! Don’t stop—AAAHHNN!!"

She was losing her form entirely. Her elbows bent, her upper body dropping lower against the mattress while her hips stayed raised, her spine curving into a steep, involuntary arch that pushed her ass back against him and drove him even deeper inside her with every thrust.

The bed frame punctuated every impact with its insistent creak.

"AAAHNN...mmhh...harder...Ulrich...AAAHNN...I’m...I’m going to...AAAHHNN—!"

Her pussy clenched around him in sudden pulses, the walls gripping his cock with a slick tightness that dragged at the last of his restraint. He squeezed her breasts harder, thrust deeper, and felt her break completely beneath him.

"AAAHHHHNNNN—ULRICH—AAAHHH—!"

Her orgasm tore through her with full force. Her arms gave out entirely, her chest dropping flat against the mattress, her hips still raised and trembling, her pussy flooding around his cock in warm, rushing waves as her body shook with the intensity of it. Her hair lay scattered wild across the linens around her head, a blue tangle against the white.

Ulrich drove through every convulsion of her release without slowing, his hands still gripping her breasts, his cock still working her shuddering pussy, wringing every last pulse from her until her moans softened into breathless, broken whimpers and her fingers finally went limp against the sheets.

"Mhh... aaahh... Ulrich..." Meera breathed, barely audible, her voice wrecked and trembling. "I can feel you... still so hard... still inside me..."

Ulrich’s grip on her breasts tightened once more, his cock pressing deep and holding there, letting her feel the full hardness of him.

Then her pussy clenched.

A single, involuntary pulse, squeezing around him with that perfect, unconscious grip, and every last thread of Ulrich’s restraint snapped cleanly in two.

He pulled out in one swift motion, releasing her breasts simultaneously, and straightened behind her. His hand closed around his cock, slick with her arousal, and he stroked twice, hard and fast.

That was all it took.

His release hit with the force of something contained. The first rope of cum shot across the full curve of her ass, painting a white stripe across her left cheek. The second followed immediately, longer, reaching further, crossing the small of her back in a clean arc. The third and fourth pulses traveled higher still, tracing up the line of her spine in perfect streaks, the heat of it vivid against her pale skin, reaching the delicate valley between her shoulder blades before finally ebbing.

Ulrich exhaled roughly, his fist working through the last faint pulses of his release, ensuring every drop landed exactly where it had, basically anywhere but inside.

The room settled into complete silence save for both of their breathing.

Meera hadn’t moved. She lay chest-down against the mattress, hips still raised, her hair sprawled across the linens, her back rising and falling in shallow, recovering breaths. His cum traced her spine in glistening lines, pooled warm against the curves of her ass, marking her from tailbone to shoulder.

She turned her head slowly, resting her cheek against the sheets, and looked back at him over her shoulder, offering a seductive smile over her flushed face.