Twisted Thoughts

She really hadn't been aware of what she'd been doing, so he'd likely get a puzzled expression if he asked about it later, instead she simply closed her eyes and moved her hips back and forward, thrusting against him, her body clenching him as it tightened in the forecoming of yet another orgasm. His hands slid along her upper body and she remembered anew how much she loved having him like this, his rough hands so gentle and yet the element of danger was still there. A soft shudder moved through her body as his finger traced along her neck that rippled into another orgasm that had her collapsing and clinging to him in obvious pain and pleasure, but not one she seemed to happy with. But her grip refused to release him until it settled down.

Rayner practically gasped at the sudden extreme reaction to his hands falling over her neck. And the subsequent finish of Celeste pouring full over into orgasm, clenching up around him, falling forward across his body and holding onto him tight with her hands as if he were providing a violent ride at the moment. And here he was trying to be gentle. So Rayner stepped it up, raising his hips in rhythm and pushing up against her, carrying it on as Celeste seemed to get weaker. That wasn't what was setting her off though. She'd reacted violently and suddenly to something he was doing, and was unexpected, and with just one thing Rayner was hovering hesitatingly around...

It had seemed like a night for gentle and sweet. Both terms seemed so very subjective for them, though.

Watching her carefully, as if still tentative, Rayner's hands moved and criss crossed thumbs, until each hand cupped her windpipe, one below the other, moving to a pointed position to strangle her, without squeezing. Maybe once he'd have expected it, but the surge of feral excitement almost seemed foreign and Rayner swallowed even as his blood pumped harder and expression, changed, eyes sinking into hers and seeking reaction. Slowly, his thumbs pressed and hands tightened, laying gradually growing pressure along her windpipe and sides of throat. He didn't try and suppress the blood flow, but measuringly reduced the space there was for air to move through. He hadn't done this before, and part of him was worried that if he didn't go slowly he'd harm her windpipe.

So instead Celeste would be watched like a hawk for reactions as he moved his hips carefully up and down, moving in and out of her, and cut off her air supply at a snail's pace.

Pressed as she was into him her face hovering barely above his, no reaction would escape his notice as her body fought the violent trembles that wracked through her body, clinging to him as she was. Her bright green eyes misted over with tears as his hands wrapped around her throat, her lips parting in a soft moan that rippled down her torso to curl and tighten around the shaft impaling her upon him. "Ray~n--" But the rest of his name didn't leave her throat as her tongue curled inside her mouth, a faint line of drool seeping from the corner of her lips, so focused and intent on the pleasure rippling through her body.

It was too much, or so it felt...

Her nails scratched at his shoulder where they'd be pressed, over and over again with just enough pressure to be noticeable, but not once did her eyes leave his as her hips rocked back and forth against his, her thighs sliding over his with practiced ease. Her chest lifted slightly as if to catch a breath and then he'd feel it again, her body tightening and enveloping his hard shaft like a silken glove, constricting around him as she pulled away, dragging the tiniest bit of fading loose flesh over the head of his cock until it wasn't within and then thrusting down again, each time her throat pressing a little easier into his grasp, each thrust working harder and harder to push back against the enveloping folds as she worked his own body against any desires he had to delay his own pleasure.

Slowly, her eyes began to roll back in her head, away from his direct contact as her entire body kept lifting away and thrusting back, trying to drive him as hard as he was driving her.

Celeste was going wild. And as he watched, Rayner's eyes slowly widened, as though he was hypnotized by the process of her losing control, wild gleam starting in his eyes, growing with each sign from the motions to the cut off of breath and curling tongue, the feelings inside her and eyes slowly rolling back. Somehow she was focused enough to move very carefully with the thrusts, falling back on practice.

Rayner's teeth bared he grunted, growing a touch louder with each hard thrust over him, working his hips back against his wife's motions while she was swept away and he became less and less mired in his own head and more... lost. Animal. The shaft throbbed, underside bulging and teeth clacked together clenching against the tides of pleasure. Rayner pulled himself back from the precipice with a growl, and again, before he suddenly seemed to be perpetually clawing to hold his own there. Try as he might, and surely the effort was well appreciated, it was like throwing wave after wave of bodies against a shield wall. Sooner or later, something was going to give-

"Fuck- FUCK!"

Rayner tensed, hips rising, and then the world would spin as he turned without even realizing, practically slamming Celeste over into the bed before rolling himself atop her and pressing her head down into the bed with the hands clenched around her throat at arm's length. Strong as he was, if she had been much frail by nature rather than just of present, or if he had entirely lost control, more damage than was meant might have been done to her windpipe. But there seemed to be only that tiny bit of control keeping her safe and sound as Rayner drove her hips repeatedly into the bed in a frenzy, rapid motions overtaking him; snarling as he watched her face from arms length and once more caused the small bed to buck and bounce against the wall and floor. Writhing and jumping in fits of overwhelming sensation atop her, it seemed almost as if her was coming, fighting back through the waves of pleasure, until the deal was sealed with one loud snarl and particularly hard thrust.

Rayner drove her hips into the bed forcefully, holding them down a moment as his head flung back, practically gasping for breath as if he'd been the one being choked. Jerking and shaking violently, he pulled back and thrust again as the first and then second wave of hot cum pushed its way into her. His head fell forward, and then flung back once more, before sagging again, through the course of more and more of the sticky warmth inside her and several more pointed thrusts.

And when it seemed as if they'd stopped entirely and he was shaking too hard to move, his hands finally let go of her neck, elbows falling to the bed as he collapsed in an effort to support himself.

Slowly still rocking in and out.

It pushed her over again as his hands squeezed her throat and she squeezed his shaft in return. The return of the curse words had her blinking even as another orgasm rolled through her body, seizing her tightly "Ughhhhh~", she breathed heavily, barely able to get the words out, her face turning a brighter pink as she lost more air. And just as quickly, she was thrown over onto her back and the air went to her head, leaving her with sparkles behind her eyes as she wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking the ankles together and her nails scraped along his back and neck frantically as she pushed past the painful orgasm, determined to get him off as well.

As he continued to push her body beyond what she'd prepared for though, the black sparkles gave way and she blacked out just as he came, her body still locked around his loosened every so slightly as her body gave in with a small cry even as he'd been forced by his own reactions to look away. It was just as his fingers released her throat and he collapsed against her that her airflow started again and she blinked slowly, clearing her vision as she looked up at him and slid her fingers down his arm as he rocked in and out of her body, trying not to wince with each stroke.

"Eh..eh..."She gently pushed back against his arms to get him to at least pull out a little bit and lifted her hips to help with pulling out as well. "A little much right now, Rayner." She rebuked him gently and tried not to think about what a bad idea this had been. Nothing was guaranteed yet and yet at the first chance she'd fallen back into bed with him. This would not do.