Her thigh muscles clench and relax as I work both legs, and the swelling of her clit, the dampness on her sweet sex doesn’t go unnoticed. My goddamn cock is so hard, it takes all my strength to go slow, let her get sleep as I pleasure her like this.
After a long time, when she’s relaxed into the mattress, I begin a slow slide up her legs, the soft vibrations of the machine in my hand tickling my balls, and massaging my dick. I circle her clit and her chest rises as falls as she whimpers in sexual bliss. Her dampness grows and I slowly, slide the tip back and forth over her clit. In some dream-like state, she puts her one hand on her stomach, and the other goes to her breast and she strokes her nipple. I want to speak to her, but I don’t dare pull her from this trance she’s in. I continue to play with her clit, then jack the power a notch. She whimpers some more, and her mouth parts as she licks her lips.
My own throat is so dry I can barely swallow. But soon enough I’ll quench myself with her juices. I push one thick finger into her, and her walls close around me as I continue to manipulate her clit. Her hips move, and I glance up to see heavy-lidded eyes straining to focus on me.
“Shh, sleep,” I say and her lids fall shut again. I move my finger in and out of her, and while our lovemaking is slow this time, less hurried, it’s more profound than anything I’ve ever felt before. My heart swells in my chest with everything I feel for this girl and my mind goes back to all the years we spent together, everything from the laughter to the heartbreak.
Understanding her body and what it takes to pull an orgasm from her, I apply more pressure to her clit, and work my finger inside her harder. She sucks in a fast breath, and a second later she’s coming all over my hand. Her juices are so hot, they singe my skin and zap my balls. I pull the massage wand away and circle her clit, keeping my finger inside her as she comes down from her high.
Her eyes are open again and she has a small smile on her face as she goes up on her elbows. I toss the wand away, give her sex a long, slow lick to quench my thirst, and then slide up her body. My lips find hers and I kiss her with all the love and passion inside me. No way can she mistake the kiss for anything other than love.
Her hands go around me, and run up and down my back. “That was amazing,” she whispers. I position my cock at her soaking wet entrance, and slowly slide in. “Yes,” she says as she opens for me, welcomes me into her body as her legs wrap around me. I kiss her softly, a gentle slide of our tongues as we breathe into each other. “This is what it should always be like,” she murmurs.
“Always,” I say, and I hope she means between us.
Her nails lightly claw at my back, her hard nipples scrap over my chest and the sensations rocket through me. Never in my life have I felt so close to her, felt so much need for her.
“Katee,” I murmur, as my cock thickens even more.
“Mmm, I feel you. So hard inside my body,” she murmurs.
“I love being inside you like this.”
“You’ve been inside me everywhere now,” she says.
“Yeah, I like that,” I murmur as I pull out and glide back in again.
“Me too.” Her head rolls to the side and her mouth opens, but no sound comes when her sex muscles clench around me.
“I love when you come for me, baby.”
“It’s so good, Luke. I never knew it could be this good.”
“I’ll always make it good for you, I promise.”
“Okay,” she says, but I don’t even think she heard me because her eyes are rolling back, and her second orgasm turns into her third. My balls tighten, and I want to hang on, give her a couple more orgasms, but that will have to wait until after dinner tonight, because I need to fill her with my cum.
“Yes,” she whispers at the first clench. “Fill me with your cum. I love it when it drips out of me.”
Christ, her words turn me on even more, and I come harder, spurt all my seed high inside her. Her muscles squeeze me, massage every last drop from my body until I’m spent, exhausted, but my need for her is hardly sated. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, and her hand lightly brushes over my back, stilling as her breathing changes, sleep once again pulling at her.
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“I think this might be my favorite.”
Mine too, because this wasn’t just sex for pleasure, this was lovemaking. I relax over her, my body weight pinning her to the bed. Some small part of my brain reminds me we have dinner reservations. I try to move, but my muscles won’t allow me.
“Dinner,” I manage to get out, my voice muffled against her skin.
“Order in,” she whispers. “I’m not done with you.”
Despite my exhausted state, I grin. Because she has no idea just how not done I am with her either.
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