Matilda Wren by When Ravens Fall

Rachel’s arms pinned above her head, although his grip was looser now. He was still inside her and she wasn’t recoiling from him, which felt a little unusual.
    She didn’t have a look of fear and hatred in her eyes either. What was it about this girl? Why did she make him feel like she did? He couldn’t believe it when she got in the car. He really thought she would suddenly come to her senses and walk away from him. Any minute now, he kept thinking.
    He knew she was with someone. He knew him. They had been in the same year, at the same school. That was the thing about Essex. Everybody knew everybody. They weren’t friends but Sean knew who he was. He was a decent bloke, with a decent job. He was a decent bloke, who got to take this girl, his girl; and she was his girl, always had been, to bed every night. The image of him touching her suddenly drove him madly insane.
    “Does he make you feel like that?” He had to ask.
    He couldn’t help himself. The words were out before he realised.
    “Sean… don’t…”
    “Does he? Does he make you come within seconds?”
    As he spoke the words, Sean felt himself get hard inside her again.
    So did Rachel. She felt him move in and out incredibly slowly. It felt amazing, the less he moved the more intense it felt.
    “No…” It was a whisper. “He doesn’t make me feel like you do. No one ever has. It has always only been you.”
    He smiled slightly. He needed to hear that. He needed to know she was still his, always his. But he was still preoccupied. He had to know. He had to ask.
    “Then, why did you finish it?”
    Rachel looked at him, she could barely speak. He was slowly bringing her to ecstasy and now he wanted to talk.
    He needed answers though. She accepted that.
    She clenched herself tightly around him and felt his reaction. He breathed in huskily.
    “You feel that? Me and you together… that intense wanting… the hunger that’s there between us?”
    Sean couldn’t answer. The euphoric provocation she was instrumentally creating was too much for him.
    “That is why I left. We can’t handle it now, let alone when we were seventeen. I had to stop it Sean, before it got too much to control.”
    “What do you mean, we can’t handle it now?” The obscurity in his voice was evident.
    “You’re trembling like anything… so am I.”
    He realised then, the effect they had on each other. He didn’t know what it was; scientists would explain it as a series of chemical reactions, caused by neurons firing in the synapse. All he knew was that she felt like electric. She made him buzz all over and he hadn’t snorted a line in hours.
    This was a completely natural high and it was all reciprocated. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    He was so used to taking women as and when he pleased, he forgot what it was like for one to actually want him back.
    To be lying on her back for him because she enjoyed him touching her and kissing her; to have her body physically shake in pleasure. It all came back. Those feelings he felt when they were together.
    He thought his heart would burst with the amount of love he had for her. It was almost suffocating. There was a pull around his lungs, which made it hard to breathe. He could feel himself thrusting into her more. It became harder and faster, he tried to slow it down but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to hurt her.
    He was terrified of doing just that but she felt so unbelievably good. He never imagined in all his fantasies that it would feel like this. Just when he thought he really was going to lose control, she rolled him over, so she was on top of him. Grabbing his wrists above his head, she rode him with as much ferocity as he had her.
    Sean was in complete awe. He had never had a women take charge when it came to sex. The faceless women would lay still waiting for it all to be over. Rachel was delightfully different in so many ways.
    She arched backwards, so she could take more of him in. He felt