Brushing his lips across hers, he said, “Glad to hear it.”
“At the end there, it just turned into one long orgasm. I thought I was going to die,” she said, smiling.
“Here lies Chloe James. She died with a tongue in her slit, and a toy in her pussy. She came, and then she went,” Chris said, laughing now.
Her lips twitching irrepressibly now, she said, “What a way to go.”
“Are you feeling a bit more steady now?” he asked, concern in his voice.
Rolling onto her side, she said, “I am. How are you doing?”
When she reached her hand down to stroke his cock, she heard him hiss.
“Chloe,” he said, “You don’t have to do that.”
“I’ve wanted you inside me since you walked in the door. I want to,” she said.
Something flickered across his features and he smiled, saying, “I won’t argue, then.”
Leaning over, he gave her a long, slow kiss. Their tongues slid against each other, exploring. She felt his hands roaming up and down her back, and the smoothness of his skin under her own palm.
Her body felt like a live wire. She could still feel every exhale, the bristle of his five o’clock shadow against her face, the brush of his fingertips across her skin. Amazingly, she felt her body responding immediately, to spite itself.
He moved, settling himself between her thighs and said, “Are you sure?”
Opening her eyes, she looked at him and said, “Yes.”
Adjusting himself, the head of his cock poised at her opening, he slid forward gently.
“Fuck,” Chloe said, feeling her lust return tenfold. “I feel so full.”
“You’re so tight. I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Shaking her head, she said on a moan, “No,” and then tilted her hips.
He started stroking in and out of her at a gentle pace, asking, “How’s that?”
Already on the edge again, she whimpered and then said, “Perfect.”
He leaned down and made love to her with his mouth as he continued the gentle pace.
Arching her spine, she continued to tilt her hips to meet his until she felt her body tense again, on the verge of yet another release.
Changing the angle of his hips slightly, his pelvis brushed her clit on the next upstroke. She felt release clamor through her system. Her body clenched around him as she cried out into his mouth.
Breaking his mouth away from hers, he groaned out his own release as he ground his hips against hers.
He pressed damp kisses over her neck and cheek, then slid out of her. Rolling to lie next to her, he stroked her hair gently and
continued to press light kisses on her forehead.
“Now,” Chloe said, hoarsely, “you’ve ruined me for all other men. It has to be downhill from here.”
Chuckling, he pulled her tightly against his side and said, “Can’t say I’m entirely sorry to hear that.”
“I somehow suspected that would be the case,” she said, her eyelids drooping.
“Should I let you get some sleep? You look exhausted now,” he asked.