He began to swirl his fingers around, touching me everywhere, a thick, glorious pressure, undulating and circling inside me. All the while his other finger was delicately stroking my clit, so wet, so sweet, so crazy, with my entire body caught up in waves of orgasm –
I couldn’t help myself: I starting moving and thrashing my hips. It felt
SO
fucking good – and this time he managed to stay with me, his finger on my clit, following my movements, as he began stroking his two fingers inside me in that ‘come hither’ motion across my g-spot.
Suddenly I was over the top, my whole body one concentrated point of light and pleasure and electricity. I screamed out as I arched my entire body, every limb suffused with an insane orgasm that peaked higher than I’d been all night, every muscle pulsing in ecstasy. After about ten seconds of that I collapsed back on the bed and put my hand on his to stop him.
And started to silently cry.
I didn’t know why. It was just a spontaneous flood of emotions that I couldn’t control, sadness and joy suffused with the slowly fading pleasure in my body.
Poor Ryan. I totally freaked him out.
He sat up, alarmed. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head ‘no’ and smiled through my tears.
“So… it’s good crying?” he asked, unsure.
I kept smiling and nodded ‘yes.’ Then I held out my arms.
He maneuvered around and lay down next to me, his body warm against mine. We held each other like that until my tears subsided a minute later. As I lay there with him, I felt safer and more protected than I ever had in my life.
I also felt something else. Against my leg, specifically.
He was hard –
very
hard. He’d probably been erect the entire time he was stroking me, but only concentrating on my pleasure, not his.
In that state of warmth and closeness, it wasn’t a case of being turned on so much as I wanted him even closer.
The first thing I said when I was able to speak was, “I want you inside me.”
He looked down at me dubiously. I guess he wasn’t used to women crying but still wanting sex. Which, to be fair, aren’t exactly two things that normally go together.
“Um… are you sure?”
I smiled and nodded ‘yes.’ And as proof of what I wanted, I let my hand drift down to his cock and caressed softly up and down the shaft.
He was wet. He must have soaked the bed with pre-cum, he had been so turned on while he was pleasuring me.
He groaned at my touch, then nodded. “Okay, let me grab a condom.”
He started to get up, but I held him there with the lightest of touches. He looked down at me questioningly.
“I… I’m on birth control,” I whispered. “If you… want to… not use a condom.”
His eyes got larger.
“But,” and I felt horrible saying it, “I… I haven’t been tested… since…”
He nodded, like he understood. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
“Yes. If you are…”
He nodded.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered. “Just you.”
He groaned softly, then gently moved on top of me… positioned his cock between my open legs… and slowly slid inside me.
It was heaven.
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His head was thicker than before. Or maybe I was so excited by him stroking me that my lips were swollen. Either way, as he slipped inside me, he felt bigger than I remembered. He filled me up totally and completely, and I moaned aloud as he slipped inside.
My God, the sensation. The sweet, amazing slide of skin on skin, wet and hot and slick. We both groaned in ecstasy at the same time. I could feel every inch of him sliding inside me, every sensation heightened.
He started slowly, his thrusts shallow. He gradually began to speed up, going deeper and deeper, until within half a minute he was pounding inside me fast and furious, his hips slapping against mine. I was moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm began to build again.
Suddenly he stopped.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to come.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m enjoying it too much. I don’t want it to stop.”
I smiled at him and brushed a damp curl of hair from his forehead. “Then take all the time you want.”
He began to move inside me again, but slower this time. He rocked back and forth, and I could feel him throughout my pussy – all the way from his swollen head down to his thick base as he buried himself in me. I tried to look him in the eyes, but every so often they would roll back in my head in bliss.
We continued that way for a couple of minutes, him trying to hang on without crossing over into coming, me riding a plateau of pleasure but not quite cresting the wave.
“Would you… would you get on top of me?” he whispered.
I nodded ‘yes,’ and he quickly pulled out and lay on his back. I straddled him, then gripped his slick shaft in my hand and guided it into place.
But I decided I wanted to tease him.
He didn’t notice at first. He was too entranced with my breasts, cupping them in his hands and sitting halfway up so he could suck on my nipples.
I put the head of his cock just inside my lips and then paused.
After a few seconds, he realized nothing was happening downstairs. He looked at me expectantly like,
What are you waiting for?
I slowly sank down a few inches, and he groaned appreciatively. But before he could get too into it, I moved back up again so that only the very tip of him was still inside me.