When her hips began to rock against him, he shifted his hand slightly to meet her efforts. That seemed to push her to the edge.
“D-don’t — don’t stop!” she whispered urgently, and he was happy to oblige. His hand continued its work, suddenly very wet and slick. His other arm held her tight against him. She gasped, as he pushed himself deep to ride through her climax.
For her, her last orgasm had been sharp and fast and excellent in its own way. This one came on slow, and felt fuller – and deeper – as her body squeezed against his invading flesh. She grimaced as she bucked against him with low moans. He felt the exquisite pleasure of her pussy spasming around him. Her orgasm washed over her in waves. She was almost too much for him, and it took everything within him to keep control.
He held her there for a moment, loosening his arm to let her inhale more freely again. Suddenly warm, he lifted the blanket away so they both could feel the fresh, cool air on their skin. The tension melted out of her body, and her breaths softened as she relaxed. She turned her head, blinking in the darkness. Reality came back into focus. He brushed her hair out of her face, stroking it away so he could give her a long, deep kiss that devolved into several smaller ones. She grinned up at him deliriously, enjoying the attention and relaxing in his arms. She closed her eyes and he wondered if she might doze off. He gently – but firmly – pushed his pelvis against her to reminder her that he wasn’t done.
Understanding, she disengaged and pulled away from him slowly. He felt suddenly cool – and she, bereft – as he pulled out of her warmth. She slid onto her back and tugged him over her.
He pressed into her again, easy and luxuriously slow. She sighed with satisfaction as he laid on her, and felt the warmth his body against hers again: first his groin and thighs, then his belly, then his chest. He kissed her lips and face before he slipped his arms behind her shoulders and gathered her close, rubbing his face against the side of hers and her neck. She closed her eyes again, and was overwhelmed by his closeness. They stayed like that for several moments.
The days’ light appeared in the window as he began to move within her. Slow and steady, in and out. She opened her eyes and used her fingers to gently pat and scratch the back of his neck. She knew it wouldn’t be long, but she rolled her hips against him all the same.
“Please baby, I’m ready for you. Please come for me…” she mewled happily, urging him forward to the end.
Her desire for him supercharged his for her. His thrusts rose to a faster and firmer rhythm. Something inside him seemed to crest, and release, and he let out a low growl. He knew there was no stopping him now. He pushed deep, bottoming out again against her cervix.
This time it was her turn to hold him close. Her arms wrapped around his back while her legs locked him tight behind his thighs. She squeezed her pussy with all her might. His hips jerked forward, as if trying to bury himself deeper still, flooding her with his seed and grunting with each spurt.
When he finished, his weight settled on her in the familiar way she loved. They dozed like this for minutes, sighing happily and counting eachother’s breaths. The room was heavy with the shared scent of their sex. Occasionally he would nuzzle his face in her neck. She turned to the window and watched the sun peek over the horizon.
His softening cock slipped from her, and she felt his runny release drip down her thigh.
A growling stomach interrupted their reverie. They both laughed.
“You must be hungry,” she said.
“You made dinner. I’ll do breakfast.” He pulled away from her and suddenly she felt the cool morning air against her skin. She pulled the blanket close.
“Shower first?” she asked. With me? was the unspoken implication.
“OK.”