To be completely honest, I had no idea how I would write this encounter up. The sheer quantity of depravity... the mania... I'm pretty sure there were ancient pagan rites that were more chaste than what we did to each other. So I asked Elena to fill in and write her POV of our fourth time meeting. I'll probably try to write my POV eventually, but this one's going to take a couple of posts and a lot of time to process.

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[Elena's POV]

Well fuck… Where to begin?

Three months of waiting and tension. Three months of texts and voice notes with all too rare moments of truly stratospheric intensity and release. Three months of daydreaming about having just a little more time together, without the rush, the responsibilities and commitments. To fall asleep together, wake up together, to finally have the chance to sink into each other for 24 hours…

And ohhhh was it worth the wait.

Not content with edging each other to the point of hysteria on every other day, the messages continued throughout my 2hr journey to his city. I could already feel the adrenaline raging through my whole body, tense with the anticipation and aching to feel him absolutely devour me. I needed his hands on my body, his lips on mine, his tongue on any fucking part of me he wanted.

When he opened the door that familiar feeling of relief flooded through me, the euphoria of finally being within touching distance of each other, and this time knowing we had all the hours stretching ahead and nobody to disturb (besides the neighbours… oops.).

Making it upstairs to the flat, he led me to the couch and I lowered myself onto his lap, the feeling of his hands sliding under my clothes as he kissed me hungrily, tenderly, moaning into each other like we’d been starved of touch making my head spin. I couldn’t think straight, I wanted so many things all at once but also wanted to relish the chance to take our time.

We had talked about taking it slow, of course, but… fuckkk the things that happen when we’re close to each other. It’s magnetic. Irrepressible. Utterly lost with no hope of resistance.

Despite our history, our chemistry and the crazy insatiable need, I still don’t take it for granted that it will be FIRE every time. I mean… we’re only human right? So just how could I be literally dripping wet as soon as his hands were on me? And oh my god it drives me wild to watch his face as his fingers slide over my slick pussy for the first time. Every time. It’s like watching a firework go off in his head, like he immediately needs to drink every drop of me but also needs to be driving his cock deep into me until I’m shaking and screaming, throbbing around his shaft.

After leaving evidence of my first orgasm all over the couch (we really should know to put a towel down by now), we spent the rest of the afternoon defiling every corner of the apartment. Pinning my legs to my chest and eating me out on the couch, carrying me with his cock still inside me to the dresser so we could watch him fuck me in the mirror, sucking my cum off his cock and then swallowing his, hearing him growl and curse with his hands in my hair.

After the initial frenzy of need had been satisfied, we melted gently into just being together. Talking, cuddling with our fingers trailing each other’s skin, listening to music and laughing, but… we just couldn’t get enough. It seemed that every time we moved it awoke something in us and we were ripping into each other in seconds.

I never have any hope of staying quiet with him but he had text me earlier that day making sure I knew that he didn’t want me to hold anything back… and goddd I let go. I wanted him to hear every way he makes me feel, how absolutely and completely feral he makes me with the slightest move. But even I couldn’t have predicted how loud it was going to get.

I have never had so many orgasms in one day. And they were all just… I can’t even. Fuckkk.

He held me close to him, like he didn’t want an inch of space between any part of our skin. Looking at me with those eyes - fuck that look will always knock the breath clean out of me - his hands exploring me gently, slowly, savouring every second of each other. And though in those moments it didn’t feel like sex was the goal, both of us were relentlessly turned on, my pussy so wet and swollen that the slightest move of my hips and he slipped inside me again. Deep, intense, eyes locked on each other, the feeling of him easing into me, my pussy gripping onto his shaft and desperately pulling him deeper.. all of it made me burn. My skin was on fire, the pleasure in every second so overwhelming I didn’t know how to process it except to know that I never wanted it to stop.

“I need you inside me all the time”… “Please never stop”… my whole body was giving in to him, he had me completely, and I wanted nothing but more.

We eventually made it out to find food - a reluctant but essential move once his body started cramping from hunger - and spent a few hours wound around each other in bars, talking about everything and enjoying teasing each other in public (something we’d discussed at length in texts).

Waking up in the early hours to feel him wrap his body around me, kissing the back of my neck and shoulder, pulling my body against his, both of us instinctively rocking our hips into each other.

His hands slipped between my thighs and he groaned as he found how wet I was.. again. Not wanting to wait another second he coated the head of his cock, rubbing it over my lips before pushing deep into me, my back arching as my whole body woke up, fingers reaching to grab his other hand and holding on to him, grinding my hips against him and losing my mind at how fucking good it felt. Again. Because just.. how??

Another hour, another… god knows how many orgasms - I must have been approaching serious dehydration by this point?! - I fell asleep on his chest, sweaty and exhausted but knowing with one look, one touch, one kiss he could have me any way he wanted all over again.

Making it through breakfast with the taste of my cum and his on my lips, aching all over and feeling drunk on the intensity of it all, we had barely set foot in the apartment again and our clothes were thrown to every corner of the room. He lay me out on the couch again and started to drag his tongue over my clit, over and over, slowly massaging me and watching my body react to his touch.

“Do you want to try something?” he asked me, mischief dancing in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my thighs. Handing me his phone he tells me to describe everything I’m feeling and everything he’s doing to me and send it to S (one of his other play partners) Taking a photo of him with my clit between his lips I start to text her, trying desperately to concentrate on typing while his tongue is driving me wild. Teasing my ass and then licking all the way up my pussy to my clit, pressing his tongue from side to side, never giving me a moment to recover and slowly edging me closer and closer.

Eventually I give up on typing and start sending voice notes of the raw animal noises he’s pulling out of me, all the while getting responses from her “fuck girl that’s hot!” “You’re such a good girl”, “I want you to moan his name”.

His fingers start to move in circles on my ass, watching my face because he knows that I have no power to hold back when he starts to touch me like that.

“Do you want more?” He asks me as I’m breathlessly writhing on his fingertips.

“I need more. I need you to fuck me”

Both of us had been fantasising about exploring anal together again, and after all the hours of driving each other crazy we were so fucking ready to feel it.

Covering us both in lube he pushes his finger gently into my ass, sending a shiver through me. Something about anal play is so fucking intense that I legitimately feel like I’m losing my mind. It feels so good that I want it to stay exactly the same but I also need more. I want more of his fingers, I want his cock, and I want him in my pussy and on my clit all at once. It unleashes something in me that I didn’t know was there.

“I want you in my ass”, pleading with him now, his eyes all over my body, watching what he’s doing to me. Still recording for S, he slides his cock into my ass, my knees against my chest, edging slowly deeper with every thrust.

I never thought I’d want to be truly fucked in my ass but oh my god it felt so fucking good. I had lost all my ability to speak or function in any way by this point, the combination of the sensations rippling through me, the sight of him revelling in my body and the messages from S, fuckkk it was hot.

We moved to the bed so we had more space and he put me on all fours, spreading my legs wide and pressing my shoulders to the bed before taking my ass deep again and just. fucking. railing me. I grabbed for my vibrator and pushed it against my clit, and not seconds later a tidal wave of an orgasm took over me. It was all-consuming, I think I may actually have left the earth. My hands tingling and ringing in my ears, I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t stop. I would never get enough of him.

Feeling him getting close, I told him I wanted him to cum in my ass. I needed to feel every second of his orgasm inside me, to feel him let go just like I had. And hearing the words seemed to be all he needed, pinning my hips to him and pounding into me he filled my ass, panting and shuddering against me. Both of us collapsing in a heap, sweaty and shaking, he sends S a photo of me lying face down with my vibrator between my legs, recovering. She responds “well, fuckkkk”.

Showering together before I had to leave, we gently massaged the sweat, cum and lube from each other’s skin, both of us a little delirious, trying to put words to what we had just experienced over the past 24hrs.

We said goodbye at my car, in disbelief that even now, after eating each other alive for 2 days, every kiss left us both instantly needing more.

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