Yeah, I'm too fucking wet to be waiting another second longer. I tear off my panties and don't even bother taking my bra off. "Be a gentleman?" I ask as I climb on top of him. I don't even wait; I pull his cock to line up with my pussy's entrance and slide him right inside of me. I take every inch. My pussy is so wet that he slides inside me, inch by inch, frictionless. I bite my lips and my eyes roll back in their orbits. I need every bit of him and more and he needs to be inside me too. I hear him grunt and we both start to roll our hips together. His hands reach to pop off my bra's snaps and he tears it off.
"Thank you," I say with a smile.
Sanders is a gentleman. A gentleman that knows how to fuck me so good that I cry out with need at his every touch but tonight I am planning to fuck him so hard and so good that I am doing him a service with my body.
I lift my body up, leveraging my hands against his firm pectorals, and come down on his cock with everything I've got.
Sanders brings his hands to capture my breasts and hold them for their own leverage. He fucks his cock up into me and slams into me with such force that I scream, the sound caught somewhere in my throat with the struggle that only comes with getting fucked so very hard -- even when you're bouncing up and down on that dick yourself -- that your body ceases to function properly.
Seriously, it takes every bit of strength I have to keep up a good rhythm and ride him so well that not for a second do I let my hammering heartbeat or gasping mouth overtake me and make me fall over against his chest. His hands rove down my body and he holds my hips, but Sanders is not taking charge. I keep riding him like this and he won't, because instead he'll be.
Yeah.
Along for the ride.
A feel a smile widen across my face. "I love you so much," I gasp out as I thrust.
"I love you, too," Sanders says. The raw emotion in his voice makes my heart ache for him with such need. I suck in a breath and think about how I want so many things in life, but nothing so much as I want to belong to Sanders, forever. I exhale. A glint in his eyes catches my gaze. "You are everything I thought I'd never have, and more. I love you, always," Sanders says. His voice is thick with emotion. I pull his face close to mine, abandoning my leverage and grasping his face in my hands for dear life, drawing him in for a mad kiss, our bodies entwined and our lips following suit.
I kiss him with everything in my soul. My breasts spill against his chest, my skin soft against his firm pectorals. My nipples are stinging with the touch and the desire to touch him more. I will never be able to touch Sanders enough. Our bodies are touching everywhere, melded together in sweat and lust, and still it isn't quite enough.
Sanders grips my ass and holds me against him. I'm not bouncing against his cock but rolling my hips and taking him deeper with every second. His fingers dig into my skin, his cock twitches within me and his stomach is even grazing my clit enough to make zings of pleasure shoot through my body.
I break our kiss and bury my face in his neck, crying out against his skin. I taste the salt and the musk of his skin on my tongue. It fills me with desire to taste him like this, to feel his cock drive further and further into me, staying so deep. My pussy is fluttering around every inch of his cock. The heat in the room pulsates to a molten temperature, coursing lust through my body until I feel myself on the precipice of orgasm.
"I'm going to come, I'm so close," I whimper out with all the force I can manage. I'm getting pulled under into the tide of my orgasm. I pull my body up against his again and ride him harder, gathering my strength. Because I have plans for so much more tonight. I want to be able to take his cock, riding him, not just in my pussy but now I'm going to take him in my ass.
Right as my orgasm floods through me, I pull that enormous cock from my pussy and I use my hand to rub the cream of my cum all over the head and then the shaft of Sanders's enormous dick. I lather that cock up and I pull it to line up with my ass. I am still shivering, shaking, but I guide the tip in. I look to Sanders's face and see his eyes light up with surprise.
That's right, Sanders, baby. I can surprise. I can be coming and I can start feeding inch by inch of your cock up my ass.
The look on his face contorts with the steel of his dick. His hands on my hips steady me and I take more, and he explodes. Sanders blasts hot cum right up my ass the instant that that I take him in. That gorgeous cock pipes hot ropes of cum right up my ass, and I thrust it deep inside me, sliding a touch out and then right back in. My eyes squeeze shut now and I groan out with primal ecstasy. This is the most incredible sensation. I'm full, I'm overwhelmed, I'm almost in physical shock from how much cock I'm taking, so deep. Unrelenting as my bouncing is, I am taking him without him exiting me much at all. Choking down on that much cock brings another orgasm straight to the forefront. As Sanders is coming down from his own orgasm and pulling me down against his cock -- the man is always hard, I swear I'll have to massage his chest later and bring the blood pumping back up there, but another day -- my own orgasm unfurls within me.
They say no two orgasms are alike. Or, at least, after having sex with Sanders, now I say it. The orgasm that tears through me now is not the same as what I've experienced ever before. It is full body wave crashing through me, a molten pleasure that is certainly more intense than any sensation I have ever felt. My body is wracked with pleasure, shaking, shuddering, shivering as each torrent of pleasure blooms to a deeper and deeper source of ecstasy.
Sanders draws his fingers to my clit and I'm lost, totally abandoning reality and lost in a dream world where I am destroyed utterly. My body and my mind are no longer connected. Wildfire claims my heart. My lungs fill with crystal air and I flutter my breath in and out, returning down in a circling halo to everything overtaking my body. I start to feel limp and my limbs are unable to keep up with these sensations overtaking me. Sanders holds my body and keeps fucking me, slowing down the pumps to a maddening rhythm that actually serves to ground me.
"Damn, you make life worth breathing. You amaze me," Sanders says, running his hands up and down my back. "Do you want me to stop?" His cock is slowing almost to a stop. That makes me focus on how his cock is stretching me, filling me so much.
Do I want him to stop? I feel like I could take a nap and wake up a thousand years from now and still be tired.
But I also can't bear the idea of not having him inside me.
What's a girl to do?
"I...I want you inside me," I say with a sigh. I do. But I am definitely fielding some loss in stamina.
"We have an eternity. Why don't we rest? We can wake up tomorrow and take a very naughty bubble bath. Get squeaky clean and get all dirty all over again," Sanders says. There's a lightness to his tone of voice that I don't think I've ever heard before. I'm shocked by just how chill he sounds.
It is totally comforting. I slide off of him and he pulls me to his chest. Sanders holds me so tightly and I feel so content and loved there, I don't even remember when I closed my eyes.
Hours later, I suppose by the total blackness taking over the room, I wake to feel his steady breathing next to me. He's very much asleep; he's very much holding me just as tight in his sleep. I let my eyes flutter back shut and I fall back asleep.
I wake up alone. It chills me for a moment. For a second...and I know, no, Sanders hasn't left me again. The sound of a water faucet pulls me back to reality, filtering into my consciousness. I realize he must be drawing that bath he mentioned earlier. Rising and walking to the bathroom, I see the utterly breathtaking sight of him, stark naked. Brushing his teeth.
Dancing over to Sanders, giddy just to see him, I pick up my own toothbrush and start to put toothpaste on it. Wetting the brush, I press it into my mouth and start working circles over my morning breath. I let my eyes wander to his tight ass, a specimen of male perfection. I could grab it right now if I didn't think I might drop my toothbrush. We finish and both spit into the sink soon after the other.
Sanders scoops me right up into his arms. I am literally