I keep fucking her, harder, faster, knowing I won’t be able to stop soon.
I’m claiming her pussy like I dreamed I would, harder and harder, pounding, so her moans get louder, and then….
She cuts off, making a croaking noise like she can’t hold on anymore.
“I’ve never….”
She cuts herself off again, gasping.
“This is….”
“New,” I whisper, and she starts nodding frantically, unable to form words anymore.
Her eyelids flutter closed, then open, and I can feel the orgasm approaching from the way her sweet sassy pussy throbs around my cock with even more hunger.
I wish I had a camera to capture her like this, head thrown back, veins standing up on her neck, her gorgeous breasts bouncing as I hammer her hard.
“Yes, yes,” she moans. “Oh, I think…oh….”
Her moan leads into a ball-tingling cry of pure release, into a scream that has my seed rioting and roaring at me to let go, but I can’t, won’t, not until I feel her squirting all over my cock…the same way she did over my mouth.
Earlier today.
I almost laugh at the impossibility of it.
This woman beneath me, her hands clawing at the sheets, her mouth open in pure euphoria…
I’ve wanted her for weeks, years, decades. That’s how it feels, though I know it doesn’t make sense.
As her pussy pulses and she lets her pleasure go, I can’t accept that we only learned of each other’s true feelings…what, thirteen, fourteen hours ago?
I love you, I almost roar as I lean down, but then she clasps my face in her hands and finds my lips.
We kiss in a bucking tangle of release.
She breathes into my mouth, hot pleasure, as her pussy squeezes so hard down on my cock that I have to force my way back inside her, my helm gliding deeper, deeper, and then she moans and starts to come again.
I can hear it,feelit, one orgasm ending as the other instantly begins.
It’s like her eager pussy is trying to makemefinish, from how she’s squeezing onto me repeatedly.
“I need to come inside you,” I growl, voice shuddering.
“Do it,” she moans. “And then we can b-b-begin….”
She was going to say our future, but then the second orgasm hit her.
At the same time, sheer pleasure rushes up my shaft.
It’s like I can feel every drop of my seed, feel the burning path it makes as it explodes up my cock and out of my helm.
We moan in ecstasy together, trying to kiss but missing, caught up in the clash of the release.
Her fingernails tear down my skin, and the heat of the release only adds to the feeling. The perfection of it, of feeling how badly my woman wants this, the future we’ve promised each other, the future we’re making right now.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries.
I lean back as best I can, my cock ablaze hotter each second, staring down through eyes blurry with the force of my release.