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again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.
And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.
I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.
He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.
“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.
I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.
A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.
Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.
I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.
My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.
We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.
I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.
He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.
He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.
He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.
And twice as arousing.
I could feel the heat building inside me again, and shivered the tiniest bit.
After we’d disposed of the trash, he unscrewed the bottles of water, handed one to me, and drank deeply of his. Then he laid down next to me, his warm, muscular frame pressed against my side.
His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.
“Turn over,” he growled.
I
And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.
I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.
He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.
“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.
I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.
A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.
Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.
I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.
My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.
We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.
I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.
He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.
He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.
He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.
And twice as arousing.
I could feel the heat building inside me again, and shivered the tiniest bit.
After we’d disposed of the trash, he unscrewed the bottles of water, handed one to me, and drank deeply of his. Then he laid down next to me, his warm, muscular frame pressed against my side.
His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.
“Turn over,” he growled.
I
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