“Oh my God, is that it all in?” she gasped, sounding relieved. “I can totally handle th…”
“No, there’s more,” I groaned, cutting her off. Weirdly enough, with that one question, she’d distracted me from the fine line I’d been on and I was back in control.
Standing up, I prepared myself for what was to come. She whimpered as I withdrew and then let out a long moan as I pushed back into her.
“Ok, ok,” she panted, her hand shooting out to brace against the wall of the shower in front of her. “I did it.”
“There’s still more,” I chuckled, but it came out sounding wheezy and hoarse. I’m sure that sex wasn’t meant to be funny, but then again, I had a feeling that Dahlia could make any situation funny without even trying.
“Jesus Christ, how much more can there be?” she snapped, bending her right leg and leaning her knee on the ledge of the bench. This adjusted her position slightly, moving me further inside her and making us both groan. “Is that it?”
I burst out laughing again at the hopeful tone of her voice. This was an unfortunate reaction because it made my cock jostle around inside her, making us both groan this time.
Rubbing her back, I retreated and pushed forward again, leaving roughly just an inch of my dick outside of her body.
“Are you okay?” She didn’t say any words back but let out a whimper in response. What the hell did a whimper mean? “Is that a no?”
“No, it’s a yes. A big, fat dicked yes. What it also is, is that I’m about to come, so I need you to freaking move!” she snapped, moving her hips backward in frustration, and pushing that last inch into her.
When my balls touched her ass, something inside of me snapped. I had enough control to remind myself not to hurt her, but the time for movement was fucking now.
Taking a slightly tighter grip on her hips, I pulled back and thrust into her, listening to the noises she was making in case she was in pain. She soon let me know that I wasn’t going hard and fast enough, because she took control of both of these things herself, thrusting back with more speed and power than I’d been using previously.
“You feel…” I groaned, my head tipping back on my shoulders as I tried to regain any form of cognitive functions that I could. “You feel perfect. Holy shit!”
“You feel like you’re in my armpit,” she moaned, grinding backwards onto me.
Rubbing my hands over her body, which I could do now that she was controlling our movements, and I didn’t need to hold her in place, I reached under her and held both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. They were the perfect handful for me in this position, and her hard nipples rubbed a sensitive spot I didn’t realize I had in the center of my palms.
She gasped at the new friction, and I started to resent the fact that this position didn’t let me see her face as I took her. It didn’t let me see her breasts bounce in my face with each thrust either.
I wanted, no, I needed to see those tits and her face.
Without any warning, I pulled out of her, making her squeak in protest. Faster than I think I’ve ever moved in my life, I had her up in the air, spun around to face me and was pressing her against the wall as I pushed back into the entrance of her pussy.
“You know,” she croaked, shifting slightly. “All you had to do was tell me and I’d have turned around for you.”
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun as it was my way,” I replied and then groaned when I hit the end of her. Somehow, in this position, it felt as though I was reaching even further inside her, something which she voiced herself seconds later.
“God, how is it you’re hitting even deeper?” she moaned shuddering, which didn’t help the tenuous grasp I had on my self-control. “It’s like you have an alien dick.”
If I’d been paying any attention to the words coming out of her mouth, I probably would have laughed again, but all of my focus was where every last drop of blood in my body was currently pooled– in the tip of my cock. Because of that, every action that I did from that moment, was based purely on that appendage. Well, aside from breathing, and the odd grunt or groan. Maybe I was able to give her the odd word here and there, but those were only during the moments where I could use my big brain to do those things, which were few and far between.
With each thrust, I was getting closer and closer to an explosive climax. I wasn’t even sure if it would be one I’d be able to survive, and honestly – I didn’t care.