An American Cinderella

His eyes darted down to my breasts, which were already moving with a cadence. My hands went to them pressing them up a little as if to offer them to him. He eagerly accepted, lowering his face to one. His weight shifted as he started to thrust deeper, the animal instincts within him causing his hip flexor muscles to start to pump.

I started to buck my hips, trying to take more and more of him in. The heat inside of me began to rise again. My arms went behind his back as I moved my body in rhythm with his. My nails dug in a little bit and he pulled away from my nipple, moving his mouth to mine and giving me a deep kiss. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth was enough to send me over the edge. I cried out, his name on my lips as I lost control.

Every thrust, every motion was magnified. I rode on a cloud of pleasure for what felt like infinity. Time had no meaning with his body entwined with mine.

When I regained my senses, I realized I was gripping him maybe a little bit too hard. I relaxed and moved my mouth to his shoulder, giving him a small bite. That seemed to spur him on, and he grunted as he wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me up. His feet went off the bed as his hands moved to my ass, never pulling out of me as he lifted me off the bed.

For a moment I was a little worried. No man had ever lifted me up like this before during sex, especially after I was wet from a shower. However, when I looked down at his rippling pectorals, I knew that the years of rugby had paid off and that this wasn’t even a strain for him.

He rocked me against his body. I leaned back with my hands around the back of his neck, letting him move me wherever he wanted to. He looked at me with those same beautiful eyes that he had since we met, and I found myself bouncing against him with all the energy I could muster.

In a few more moments, he gently lowered me to the floor. My feet had barely touched the ground before he pressed on my hips, turning me around toward the bed. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed before lifting one of my knees up there as well. When I arched my back, I heard him growl as he held me still, pressing into me.

Soon, I was the one moaning. He began to thrust hard and deep. My wet hair fell into my face, so I pushed it up and behind me. I heard him inhale sharply and grab me a little tighter. I loved the effect I had on him, and decided to give him a show.

I pushed my head down, pulled my hair down in front of my face, then threw my head back. My wet hair went wild before landing on my back.

“That’s so hot,” I heard him say through gritted teeth. His hands left my hips and grabbed onto my hair, pulling gently. My hands left the bed and I leaned back into him as he began to run the strands through his fingers, stroking it like he had in the shower.

His hips stopped moving for a moment as he pulled my hair to his face. I couldn’t let him stop that easily, so I began to move on my own, as much as his hands would let me. I pushed back on him, taking in as much of him as I could.

“That feels so good,” he groaned. That was all the encouragement I needed. I kept moving, moaning as I did so. My hand went back behind my head, entangling with his as he continued to grasp and play with my hair.

He began to pant so I moved a little faster. His hands froze in my hair, pulling me gently backward as I continued to massage him inside of me. Suddenly, I felt him swell within me as he tightened his fists. I moaned, loving the feeling of his release as he took a couple of final, slow strokes inside of me before releasing my hair.

I fell forward a little, still holding myself up so that he didn’t leave of me. He continued to slowly thrust in me, clearly enjoying the sensation. In another moment, he slowly pulled out of me. I let my arms out from under me, letting my body slide to the bed, burying my face in the comforter.

I could have laid there forever, I felt so complete, so satisfied. If not for the tingle of his fingertips running against my ass, I might have fallen asleep right there. I moaned happily as he moved his fingers up and down my back, clearly enjoying the way I looked and felt.

“So, do you want to just fall asleep there, or do you want to snuggle?” he asked.

I looked back. He was still completely naked and definitely in a state of post-coital bliss. “Snuggle of course,” I said. He grinned and pulled the comforter back, sliding under it while I was still laying down. I quickly went to the other side of the bed and got under with him, immediately laying my head on his shoulder and putting my arm on his chest.