Wall Between Us by Omenainen,Omenainen

“Not too sick, I reckon,” she said and took hold of his hand which was still on her abdomen. She pushed it lower, and he got her hint and started to move it himself.

He found the hem of her nightgown and her warm skin underneath. He went up to her stomach first, touching the same spot he’d touched over her gown. Her skin was perfect, soft and warm and smooth. He searched for her belly button, swept over it lightly and traced downward.

Her pubic hair was soft and curly, and he was dying to see if its color matched her hair. He was breathing heavy, but so was she, she pressed against him and lifted her right leg up over his to give him more space. He found the warm folds of her pussy and stroked it with the tips of his fingers, and they both moaned when he spread the fluid seeping from within her on her labia.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered and kissed her neck.

“You’re easily impressed,” she whispered back and moaned when he probed deeper.

She was hot and slippery. He slid his fingers over her, along her, in her, and her breathing got irregular. His cock was throbbing against her, and he was moving it a little, grinding against her now.

He kissed her neck, the arch of her ear, then sucked her lobe into his mouth. She made a sound and turned more towards him. He was disappointed to lose contact with her butt but didn’t complain, since now he could kiss along her cheek to her lips. He kept exploring her pussy, occasionally circling her clitoris but mostly keeping lower.

They kissed. Her lips were soft and delicious, her morning breath not so much so, and after a minute or so it occurred to him it maybe wasn’t wise to try and lick her tonsils when she had this killer flu. There was nothing short of a heart attack that could’ve stopped him now, though, and so he just kissed her deeper.

She tried to slip her hand into his pants, but the angle wasn’t right. She grunted, exasperated, and tried to push his pants down instead. He wiggled his hips to help, and slowly and laboriously they managed to get them down enough to grant her access to his penis. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him evaluatively. He broke the kiss and pressed his face into her hair.

“Ah, I hope you’re not after a marathon session,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve got me going already.”

She laughed softly. “No, I think I’m beyond that as well,” she said. “Just come here, will ya?”

She pulled him on top of her, and he let his fingers out of her and complied. She still had a hold of his penis, and now she moved it against her slit. He pushed to nudge her clitoris and she let out a small moan, similar to the ones she’d made the previous night in her sleep. He gasped, feeling the overwhelming onslaught of lust that welled up inside him in response. He thought he should touch her more, maybe go down on her, but she guided him into her and he had no power to resist.

She was slick and tight. He slid deeper and realized she was hot, too hot, she still had fever. It felt peculiar, like sticking his dick into molten lava. It felt extremely good, but he was worrying it might not be the same for her. He remembered the weird sensation of having fever, how it sensitized the skin so that taking a shower felt like needles, and he wondered how it translated to this. He thought he better be as gentle as he could, just in case.

He pulled out a little, pushed deeper and sighed. Oh, good god. She undulated around him and it felt extraordinary, all her hot pressure surrounding him. He kept going until he was fully buried in her. He had been supporting his weight on his straight arms, but now he lowered himself in his elbows, to get closer to her. Her eyes were dark and serious. He kissed her.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly. “It must feel strange, with the fever.”

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly. “I’m alright. Better than alright.”

He kissed her again and started moving, and she answered his kiss and his movement. He thought they went together really well, there was an easy compatibility in the way their bodies met. She fit him like a glove, hot and insanely arousing glove, and he struggled to keep the rhythm slow and not just ram it in her. He longed to see her breasts and kiss them, but there was no way in hell he’d stop now to undress her. She tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, impatiently, and pulled it over his head. Her slim, soft hands caressed his chest and shoulders.

She tensed under him. His focus was entirely on them, how they moved together. The house could’ve collapsed and he wouldn’t have noticed. He accelerated and she followed him. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he grunted and pressed his face to her hair. He went a little faster, hoping it was good for her, but unable to hold back anymore. He was getting there, getting closer, getting harder, he could feel his testicles tightening. He struggled to keep his movement going for a little while still, then another little while. He stopped thinking, he was all feeling. His hard cock moved inside her. Her amazing hot wet pressure answered him.

She moaned when he pushed deep. It was similar to what she’d let out in her sleep, and he pushed deep again, and she did it again. He wanted to keep her sounding like that, and he shortened his thrusts, keeping deep and poking at her depths, momentarily so distracted his imminent orgasm stalled and didn’t overtake him just yet. She whimpered, and he felt her fingernails dig into his back.

“Snälla, lite mera, lite längre,” she panted.

He kept it up and now his orgasm was rushing up on him again. He gritted his teeth and felt his whole body tense. Any second now.

She let out a muffled shriek, and her pussy clamped down on him so hard it almost scared him. As it was, he just lost it, she pushed him over the edge and he came harder than he ever remembered coming. His hips jerked against hers, he moaned low and continuously, and pumped load after load of spunk deep inside her. So deep, and he wanted deeper. She convulsed around him, slower than his spasms but with amazing force.

He fell on her slowly, taking care to land a little to her left not to put his whole weight on her. He kept inside her, he never wanted to leave. She held him, her arms around his shoulders, her breathing on his hair getting more regular as she calmed down.

She turned a little and he slipped out of her. He let out a small sound of disappointment, then felt acutely embarrassed about it. All the complexity of human relations was catching up on him again, after this brief moment of letting it all go, letting their bodies do the talking. He wondered how it had been for her. It was a little hurried, wasn’t it? But she came, so maybe it wasn’t that bad? She had said something, there towards the end.

“What was it you said just there?” he asked quietly.

“Hmh?” she said and kissed his forehead. It felt really good. Tender.

“You said something in Swedish a moment ago.”

“I have no idea,” she said. “Kinda lost it there, it felt so good.”

His heart jumped. “So you liked it?”

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