“I’m going to cum.” He said through gritted teeth.
“I know.” I said when my mouth was at the top of his dick, taking the moment to swirl my tongue around the oh so sensitive head. My hand moved all the way up his shaft and I rubbed my thumb on that little gem underneath, the frenulum before swallowing him whole again, my full breasts swaying with the movement.
“No, I’m about to cum!” He tried to pull out and I pulled him back in.
“So do it.”
I sped up my pace slightly, and increased the pressure on the downward motion down his shaft. He exploded his salty warmth into my mouth. I took a moment to savor the taste before swallowing, and then finished my glass of wine to rinse my mouth. He laid back on the couch, but his hooded eyes never left me. I got up and topped off both our glasses. I surveyed him again, still languished on the couch, it’s small size making him look even more impressive in comparison.
“Is it my turn yet?” he asked, still unmoving.
“It can be. Are you ready to rally?”
“You almost did me in, but now I want to taste you. Right now.”
In a fluid motion, he got off the couch, cleared the space between us and picked me up by the waist to carry me to the bed, wine glass still in hand he deposited me on the edge of the bed. He took the glass and put it on the bedside table while pulling my skirt down over my hips with his teeth. I wiggled to try and help, but he just flipped me over handily and pulled the skirt the rest of the way off, my ass pushed into the air. He ran his hand over my panties along my wetness to feel my heat before flipping me back over. I looked down. Thank goodness I chose cute panties this morning! They were dark purple with a lace trim that framed my ass nicely. He pushed them aside with two fingers and darted his tongue into my slit, lapping at the juices that were already running. He then slowly pulled the thin purple fabric down my body, tracing down my legs with his powerful hands. When my panties were free, he paused to put his face in the crotch before placing them on the table next to my wine glass. And then he was back at his work, pressing his face into my pussy, pushing his tongue into my slit and then coming up to swirl around my sensitive mound, constantly changing pressure and speed. My hips started to buck uncontrollably and my sensitive inner thighs pressed against the roughness of his beard. He put a finger inside of me, pressing on my G spot. Then two. All the while his tongue never stops.
“More?” he asks gently between licks.
“Oh gods, yes, more!” I almost shrieked.
A third finger and a slight change in angle increased the pressure tremendously and all my muscles clenched. And then I explode. As I lay there riding the waves of pleasure, a trembling mess, he holds me, softly tracing the lines of my arms and my breasts and my ribs, brushing my long dark hair back with his hand, twirling my curls. His touch is so gentle, I cum again, less violently this time.
And then I felt something press against the small of my back. He was rallying. He still had his pants half on and I still had my shirt half on. He quickly did away with the last bits of clothing on both of us.
“May I?” he questioned softly, the tip of his cock nearing my entrance.
“Please.”
Even though I knew it was coming, it didn’t prepare me for the size of it. He slowly, thrust by thrust, inched it into my body. My inner muscles slick with desire worked to welcome him inch by glorious inch. And there were so many inches! When the full length was sheathed inside of me, the real work began. He pounded on my inner wall so hard, I thought I would lose all control. He pulled out, flipped me over, head into a pillow and ass into the air and began again, this time reaching around to stimulate my sensitive pearl. I shuddered and came again, soaking his tool with the flow of my juices. But he wasn’t done. The blowjob hadn’t robbed him of stamina, it had gotten his first load off and given him the willpower to last. He pulled one of my legs up over his shoulder and pulled me sideways, without pulling completely out this time, giving him a glorious view of my breasts and full access to my pussy. I was barely on the bed, he was using his considerable muscles to balance me for full range of motion. I pulled myself up, wrapped my legs around his torso, pressing myself to him to take his full length. He leaned back and I rode him, pressing my mound into his pubic bone until the stimulation combined with the immense pressure of his cock made me cum again. I was spent. My legs were jelly and no longer responded to commands. He gently pressed me back onto the bed, and started to fuck me very slowly, in the missionary position. He stroked my hair and my breasts and sensually kissed every surface he could reach, all the while sliding in and out of me.
“Are you ok?”
“Mmmmmm… I can’t remember the last time I came that many times.”
“May I?” He asked again softly.
“Oh, yes. Please.” I muttered softly.
He began to move quicker, but he was almost there already. A few more strokes and he was spent as well. As he lay there with me curled up in his arms still soaking in each other’s juices, he worshipfully traced a line down my side from my ribs to my hips, moving back to encircle the side cleavage of my breast.
“You are such a stunning creature. I almost can’t believe I’m here with you like this.” He whispered into my hair as he nuzzled into my neck.
And then he picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me to the shower.
“You can put me down, I can walk you know.” I didn’t want to walk, and truthfully I wasn’t so sure that I wasn’t still unsteady on my feet.
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“Let me flatter myself into thinking that I serviced you so well that you can’t. At least for a few more minutes.” I acquiesced and nuzzled into his neck.
He deposited me on the built in bench in the shower and turned on the water. And then washed every inch of me just as reverently as he had just kissed every part of me and washed away all traces of our lovemaking. When he was done, he soaped and rinsed himself off quickly, while my wandering hands touched his tapered, masculine hips and gorgeous thighs. He grabbed a towel off the rack, but he didn’t use it to dry either of us off, just scooped me back up and carried me back to the bed. I didn’t know if I had anything left in me, but I supposed I was game to find out. He put the towel down on the bed and put me belly down on top of it. He reached into the nightstand drawer for something. I felt something cold drip down my back and then immediately it began to warm. As he rubbed warming oil into my skin, all my muscles began to truly relax. He whispers into my ear….
…I jerk awake as I hear my phone ding. “Noooo….” I groan, trying to fall back asleep. No luck. The moment is gone. The warm summer sun is glinting through the curtains. It’s only been 2 months since the convention, and another 10 months until it comes around again. I put my pillow over my head in protest of the unfairness of this reality. I push the pillow aside to peek at my phone…