Chapter 98: Collapsing...

Stella kept riding him until her body broke open around him.

The rhythm that had started controlled turned messy in the final stretch, her thighs tightening against his hips as the climax tore through her.

She cried out and clamped down hard on his cock, her fingers faltering against her clit while her cunt pulsed around him in wet, helpless waves. For a moment she could only stay seated there, panting, her chest rising fast, her hair sticking lightly to her damp skin.

Then she looked down at him and realized he was still completely hard inside her.

A short, breathless laugh left her. "You’re still hard." Her eyes moved over his face, then lower, to where their bodies remained joined. "Don’t waste it. You can take the wheel now and finish properly."

Tom needed no second invitation.

He sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and changed their position with the rough urgency that had been building under every second of forced stillness.

He guided Stella and her palms met the kitchen cabinet a moment later. Tom dragged the black lace further out of the way, lined himself up behind her, and pushed back into her with one deep thrust.

Stella’s head dropped forward. "God-"

He fucked her from behind with none of the earlier restraint, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced beside her on the cabinet. Each stroke buried him to the hilt.

The wet sound of it filled the kitchen again but now it was heavier, rawer as the table scene’s playful control got replaced by his need to claim the unfinished heat she had left burning in him. Stella took it with open, broken sounds, her legs already less steady than before, body still oversensitive from her orgasm and forced to feel every deep drive of his cock.

He lasted longer than he expected. The Iron Rod pill held him viciously hard, letting him keep the pace until Stella was trembling against the cabinet and his own control finally frayed.

When he came, it ripped through him hard enough to tear a rough sound from his throat. He buried himself deep and emptied into her in thick pulses, his forehead tipping toward her shoulder as the force of it ran out of him.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved.

When Tom finally pulled back, Stella’s legs were openly shaking. She tried to straighten and only managed a weak, unsteady shift of weight. One hand stayed on the cabinet for balance, her breathing still uneven, her thighs glistening under the kitchen light. Tom looked at her for half a second, then stepped in and lifted her smoothly off her feet.

Stella’s arms caught around him, more surprised than resistant. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Your legs are shaking," Tom said, already turning toward the hallway. "I’m taking you to the bathroom."

The words landed in her with a small, unexpected warmth. She could remember she had told him something like that back at her house, half-challenging, half-serious, when she had demanded to be carried.

"He remembers." She thought and the realization slipped through her still-flushed expression and softened it without making her look fragile for long.

As he carried her down the short hall, the System’s panel flickered into his vision.

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[TARGET RECRUITMENT UPDATE: STELLA MARCHETTI]

Love +2%

Obsession +2%

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Tom’s mouth curved slightly at the progress, but he did not comment on it. Stella’s body was warm and loose in his arms, her breath still evening out against his shoulder by the time he got her into the bathroom and set her carefully on her feet near the open shower space.

Water was not running yet. For a moment they only stood close in the cool tiled quiet, their skins marked by sex and sweat. Then Stella’s eyes dropped between them and found him still hard, the stubborn line of his cock unbroken even after finishing.

A slow, interested smile pulled at her mouth.

"You’re still in that state?" she asked, sounding more entertained than shocked. "Even after all that?"

Tom followed her gaze and exhaled through his nose. "Looks like it."

Stella lifted her eyes back to his, the smile lingering with that composed, adult amusement she wore even when thoroughly fucked.

"Hold on, is that why you carried me here?" She asked, half-seriously, half-jokingly. Tom shook his head firmly.

"No, of course not." He replied. Stella nodded, accepting the response without hesitation. She wouldn’t complain if he was that hard for her and wouldn’t come down easily.

"Okay. But I’m going to need a little recovery before we go again." Her fingers rested lightly against his chest, not pushing him away, just marking the boundary with elegant firmness. "But since you’re already here, can you keep holding me through the shower? I don’t trust my legs completely yet."

"Of course, I’ve got you." Tom said.

He reached past her, turned the water on, and adjusted it until the temperature settled into a warm temperature enough to soothe without stinging oversensitive skin.

Then he guided her in with him and drew her body against his under the spray. Stella exhaled slowly as the water washed over them, the tension in her shoulders loosening by degrees. Her forehead rested near his collarbone, one hand lightly hooked at his side, while Tom kept his arms steady around her back and waist, bearing enough of her weight that she did not have to fight for balance.

For a while there was only the sound of the shower and the quieter intimacy beneath it; the aftermath of rough hunger turning into something closer. Tom remained solid in the steam with her, his cock still hard between them, but his hold stayed measured. He did not try to turn the moment into another round. He simply held her upright while the water ran down their bodies and the kitchen’s chaos stayed shut out beyond the bathroom door.

Stella’s breathing gradually slowed against him. Her fingers flexed once at his side, almost absently, as if confirming he was still solid there. Under the warm spray, with her body soft and spent in his arms, the evening seemed to settle into a rarer kind of closeness than the table had demanded from either of them.

Then, all of a sudden, Stella’s body went slack in his hold.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Tom asked in confusion then as he looked at her face, his eyes widened in shock.

She had collapsed...