She rubbed around the base of his cock where it met her body, getting her hands full of the moisture that collected there and joining with his fingers, rubbing it on her most sensitive spot.
Electricity shot from between her legs up through her torso, then zoomed right up to her brain, short-circuiting it and sending little white pinpoints of light dancing in front of her eyes.
His fingers were knotted tight in her hair and with every thrust, that grip grew even more viselike.
When his thick cock had been buried fully inside her, she moved her hands up and dug her fingernails into his back, then let out a moan so deep that it verged on a growl.
He made a sudden movement, then, rolling onto his back and flipping her with him, so that she was sitting on top of him. Game for anything, she leaned forward and braced herself on his chest, then began riding him with all of her concentration.
She dropped down on his cock again and again, a slapping sound echoing through the room every time her luscious ass made contact with his body.
She looked down at his face as she rode him, and she could see the concentration written there as he fought not to come. She closed her eyes, concentrating on climbing that hill herself. She was so close to putting both of them out of their misery. But, it was such a sweet misery.
Then, just as she felt on the very verge of exploding, he changed up the game again, wrapping his hands around her waist and handling her deftly, flipping both of them over so she was on her hands and knees and he knelt behind her.
Leaning forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist, the strong muscles of his chest pressed all the way down the length of her back. She felt her hair pulled tight as he grabbed a fistful of it.
Gen felt his cock swell inside of her, it pressed against her inner walls and stretched her out wide, and she bore down on him to increase the pressure right back on him.
A smile grew on her lips when a ragged groan rumbled in his chest, because she knew that her tactic had been successful.
Finally, he took control of her one last time and gently maneuvered her onto her back once again. He kissed her deeply as he buried himself inside her, building up the speed of his strokes from a slow and meandering gentle crawl to the kind of frenzy that would build them up to their final climaxes.
She was momentarily overwhelmed with intensity of both sensation and emotion, and her hips instinctually pulled away a little bit. His hands were firm on her, though, and she couldn’t get any distance between him and her tender flesh.
Which, in the next second, she was actually grateful for because that was the moment that she burst over the mountaintop onto the next level of mind blowing pleasure. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking her senseless and sending her spinning.
He tightened every muscle in his body at the same time, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as he clenched again and again, responding to the powerful orgasm that was roaring through him.
She couldn’t stop looking at his face as he climaxed, and it made her come even harder, knowing that it was her body giving him that kind of pleasure. She was the one that was driving him to those heights, and it aroused her more than anything else could have, the knowledge that she had that kind of power.
Gen loved making him feel good. She loved it almost as much as her own pleasure. She used to think it was because she liked the control it gave her, the power. But now she was starting to suspect that it had more to do with wanting him to feel good because she cared about him, and being happy that that was a gift that she could give him.
She squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated hard on enjoying every second of the sensation while it roared through her. She knew that it was fleeting– that was the nature of orgasms, they were powerful but short-lived, like a bright white flame that burns hot but can’t sustain itself for more than a few seconds. Still, during the time that it went on, however short, she was determined to wring every drop of pleasure from it that she could.
She grabbed his hair and dug her fingers into his back as the waves flowed through her, making sure that he couldn’t pull himself away at that critical moment. She wanted to make it last as long as possible, and for that, she needed him to stay right where he was.
Her pussy clenched tight around his cock as an orgasm grew to full force. That was one hell of a sensation, to have her inner walls clenching around him so tight that they nearly strangled his dick.
When they were finished and spent, he collapsed onto the bed next to her. They were both sweaty and breathing hard, like they’d just finished a sprint. Which, she guessed they had, in a way. Just not of running.
He curled a piece of her hair around his finger and she smiled contentedly. This felt nice, lazy and domestic, with the scent of bacon and coffee still hanging heavily in the air.
“So,” he said, “What are your plans for the day?”
She smiled. “Not totally sure. But the one thing I know for sure is that they are going to start with devouring that plate of food you made me, that’s still sitting on my counter. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”