The act of it was miraculous. I gripped the bed, feeling as though I might float upwards otherwise.
“ Yes, Alex, oh, that's amazing, oh, yes, please, don't stop, oh god…”
I reached down and pressed his head into my wet pussy. His eyes looked up from his employ ment, gazing into mine. His head jostled to and fro with his frantic tonguing. I fucked him back, raising my hips to increase the friction. For some minutes, I was constantly on the edge of something. I was desperate to throw myself away from him and end it all. I just did not know if this was pleasure. All the time, I felt conflicted, hampered, stunted. He raised my flesh into his mouth, sucked, and I shouted so loudly, “Fuck me!”
H e willingly agreed. He put two fingers inside me and pressed my upper wall with strong strokes and caresses. It was miraculous. He licked my clitoris hard and fast, with precise rhythm. I bucked my hips toward him.
“ Don't stop!”
He kept on with the routine and I experienced waves of red-hot heat rushing through my groin, rendering me senseless. I wanted to piss and whimpered with the strength it took to restrain myself. Somewhere in the distance I heard, “Do it Charlotte!”
I let myself push and my squirt splashed all over his neck. I cried with joy. I was worn out afterward, and he told me, “Am I right in thinking that means I can stop?”
“ Yes,” I giggled. In my elation, I pulled him up so I could wrap my arms around him. He rested on my chest. I dragged my body further up the bed, and he went with me. He was covered in me.
“ Now we are bonded,” I joked, laughing.
“ Do women normally hold out that long?” he asked, drying himself on his pillow.
“ Give me a minute,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. I sniggered, embarrassed, while he sucked my earlobe. I shook with aftershocks and shivered.
“ Little sexpot, Charley,” he said, tucking hair behind my ear.
His hands wandered over my body and his touch thrilled me. In the transient aftermath of my first real orgasm, he kept the delight alive. His mouth fondled a nipple a little and I squirmed, murmuring my delight.
“Just a second, I'm still getting over the last,” I pleaded, and threw my arm over my eyes, gasping with disbelief. He prised my arm away and lay on top of me, kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, while he parted my lips with his and teased his tongue inside. The taste of myself was not unpleasant when mixed with his own delicious saliva.
“ Alex,” I murmured.
“ Yes,” he breathed, kissing my throat.
“ You can't be gay.”
“ I am. Sorry. But, I do love you.”
“Umm, you were really good. I've never been able to work myself up like that before. I gave up trying ages ago.”
“ My aunt had chemo,” he whispered, “I overheard her telling my mum how her libido never returned until she invested in some… technology. Nerve damage, you see. But, I found those few endings of yours that are still working.”
I shot him a disgusted look but he was unfazed. He kissed my stomach , revelling in me, explaining, “This may be my one chance with a woman. May as well enjoy it.”
“ Okay,” I said, and he used his strength to toss my legs apart. He pressed his hand between them and I was taken again, heat welling through my belly, but not quite as strongly as before.
He broke a moment of calm by throwing me over unexpectedly, dragging me on my knees. He pulled himself up close behind me, and lifted my torso, so that we were facing the mirror with his body just behind mine. He slipped on another condom and pushed inside me. I breathed deeply, for he was large and I was sensitive. He rocked against me slowly and pulled on my hips to bring me toward him, wrapping his muscular arms around me. His body was perfectly sculpted from lengthy gym sessions and I felt fleshy in comparison.
“ Look in the mirror Charlotte, you're beautiful. Your breasts are a thing of majesty. Of artistry
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