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different reasons. The last one was for my filthy mouth, now it’s for my filthy, greedy body, as I do my best to feel every single inch of the thing filling me up. I even find myself digging my heels into his ass, just to get a little more pressure…just a little more of that sweet, sweet sensation, that makes me think of flowers blooming in my belly, or something similarly weird.
And then it happens, and those thoughts no longer feel quite as weird as they did. Something just unfurls really low down in my gut, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Other boyfriends got me there by putting a finger on my clit or maybe pressing just close enough – of course they did – but never this. Not this crazily-intense sensation, that makes me claw at his back and grunt without sound, everything clenching all at once – hard enough to force all the words I can no longer say out of his mouth.
‘Ohhhh are you coming?’ he asks me. ‘Oh God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel you – that’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me.’
Though I’m guessing he only says that last one due to the shock of me doing just that. I’m clinging to him like a monkey, panting with the effort of ramming myself down on his now insanely hard cock. My hands are making actual lines on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
He’s getting to that place, I think – like he did before, in the car. He’s saying dirty things to me and his face has gone all soft and open, and when I kiss his mouth, the moan he gives me disappears all the way down inside my body.
Feels almost as good as the orgasm did – as do his hands, gripping me too tightly, suddenly. He’s pulling me onto his cock, I know he is, and I’m not sure which is better: the sensation it provokes, or how sweet it is to see him get to this not caring sort of place. He even tells me when his orgasm starts to take hold of him, in a way I never thought I’d hear from him.
‘I’m gonna spurt,’ he tells me, all guttural and rude and sharp-eyed. Fingers digging into my ass and my hip, mouth suddenly wet on the side of my face. Ohhh yeah, he’s definitely past caring – and it’s glorious. It’s like getting fucked by 25 years of repression, all of it spilling out of him all at once in one long, glorious race to pleasure.
‘Is that OK? Is it OK?’ he asks me, but seriously … what does he think I’m going to say? I can hardly wait for him to go off inside me, because this time I’m about to get an absolutely glorious close up of his face, as he does it.
I even hold him there just to make sure, while he does a series of amazing, arousing things like biting his lip and flushing from throat to forehead and ohhh, he’s definitely going to make some loud noises. I can feel them starting all the way up from his jerking hips and his sweat-slicked back, until finally they’re just bursting out of him.
‘Ah, Mallory,’ he tells me, followed by some truly magnificent moans and groans and then…and then something else, too. Something else that I can’t quite face, right at this current moment, because I’m still shuddery from my orgasm and most of me just wants to relish the feel of him, as he goes over.
I think I can actually make out the way his cock swells, as he comes. And I definitely know so, when he pulls me in tight for the last few spasms of his orgasm. It feels like I’m being shoved from the inside out, and it brings with it a last little shiver of sensation.
One that almost makes me forget the words he said. The good good words that seem impossible, after only a week – though really it’s been more for him, hasn’t it? I can tell it has, because oh that I love you seems to come so easily, to him.
How funny, that it never seems to do so, for me.
Epilogue
WE’RE STANDING ON THE porch, waiting for James to bring around the car. Of course I can’t help but be aware of the weird silence that’s sprung up between
And then it happens, and those thoughts no longer feel quite as weird as they did. Something just unfurls really low down in my gut, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Other boyfriends got me there by putting a finger on my clit or maybe pressing just close enough – of course they did – but never this. Not this crazily-intense sensation, that makes me claw at his back and grunt without sound, everything clenching all at once – hard enough to force all the words I can no longer say out of his mouth.
‘Ohhhh are you coming?’ he asks me. ‘Oh God Mallory, I can feel you doing it around my cock. I can feel you – that’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me.’
Though I’m guessing he only says that last one due to the shock of me doing just that. I’m clinging to him like a monkey, panting with the effort of ramming myself down on his now insanely hard cock. My hands are making actual lines on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
He’s getting to that place, I think – like he did before, in the car. He’s saying dirty things to me and his face has gone all soft and open, and when I kiss his mouth, the moan he gives me disappears all the way down inside my body.
Feels almost as good as the orgasm did – as do his hands, gripping me too tightly, suddenly. He’s pulling me onto his cock, I know he is, and I’m not sure which is better: the sensation it provokes, or how sweet it is to see him get to this not caring sort of place. He even tells me when his orgasm starts to take hold of him, in a way I never thought I’d hear from him.
‘I’m gonna spurt,’ he tells me, all guttural and rude and sharp-eyed. Fingers digging into my ass and my hip, mouth suddenly wet on the side of my face. Ohhh yeah, he’s definitely past caring – and it’s glorious. It’s like getting fucked by 25 years of repression, all of it spilling out of him all at once in one long, glorious race to pleasure.
‘Is that OK? Is it OK?’ he asks me, but seriously … what does he think I’m going to say? I can hardly wait for him to go off inside me, because this time I’m about to get an absolutely glorious close up of his face, as he does it.
I even hold him there just to make sure, while he does a series of amazing, arousing things like biting his lip and flushing from throat to forehead and ohhh, he’s definitely going to make some loud noises. I can feel them starting all the way up from his jerking hips and his sweat-slicked back, until finally they’re just bursting out of him.
‘Ah, Mallory,’ he tells me, followed by some truly magnificent moans and groans and then…and then something else, too. Something else that I can’t quite face, right at this current moment, because I’m still shuddery from my orgasm and most of me just wants to relish the feel of him, as he goes over.
I think I can actually make out the way his cock swells, as he comes. And I definitely know so, when he pulls me in tight for the last few spasms of his orgasm. It feels like I’m being shoved from the inside out, and it brings with it a last little shiver of sensation.
One that almost makes me forget the words he said. The good good words that seem impossible, after only a week – though really it’s been more for him, hasn’t it? I can tell it has, because oh that I love you seems to come so easily, to him.
How funny, that it never seems to do so, for me.
Epilogue
WE’RE STANDING ON THE porch, waiting for James to bring around the car. Of course I can’t help but be aware of the weird silence that’s sprung up between
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