I moved slowly at first, allowing us both to adjust to the intensity of whatever it was that was happening between us. My hand traced up her side and around the front to her breast, and I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb in time with my hips.
With her hand at the back of my neck, she brought my face back to hers and pressed our lips together. I made sure not to alter my movements as we kissed but kept up the slow and steady rhythm. My fingers moved back down to her stomach and reached between us to tease her clit.
I increased the pace as her tongue captured mine, and she raised her knees up to my sides to allow me to go deeper and faster. Her fingers gripped my arms, and she dropped onto her back to use the bed for more leverage. She met every one of my movements with her own.
Perfect rhythm.
“God…Nick…” Milena moaned as her hips rose from the bed and her feet twisted up with my calves. “Harder…just a little…”
Only too happy to comply with her wishes, I ground into her – deep, fast, and as hard as I could.
Milena cried out as she raised the top half of her body up to grab my shoulders and hold on for a moment. Then she dropped back to the mattress and reached down to grab my hips as she cried out again.
“You like that?” I growled in her ear, enjoying her reaction to the words. “You like it hard and fast?”
The only response was an incomprehensible, post-orgasmic grunt, which I took as positive as I continued to plough into her.
My thighs were shaking as my hips repeated their rhythmic thrusts. The buildup of pressure in my balls was strong, and my whole body tensed as my abs contracted. The rippling sensation began to spread out down my legs, up into my gut, and to my cock. There was no more ability left in me to hold out, and with a gasp and a loud grunt, I unloaded inside of her.
I froze, shuddered, and for the longest moment, just…felt her.
I couldn’t have described it if I tried.
With my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against her shoulder, I panted hot breath over her skin as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.
It was like my brain had exploded along with my cock.
I had heard others talk about orgasms and sex and shit with someone you really care about being different – better, more intense. I'd never experienced it though and honestly thought it was total bullshit.
Until that moment.
I didn't just get off.
I didn't bust a nut.
It was truly unlike anything I had felt before.
My forehead pressed against Milena's shoulder, and my teeth ground together, though that didn't stop the cry from escaping my mouth.
There were tears in my eyes.
The muscles in my arms and legs gave out, and I collapsed on top of her.
I couldn't move, and whatever was going on in my head was too fast - too intense - for me to comprehend. I stayed in the exact same position with my cock still buried and my arms still wrapped tightly around her back and shoulders. My heart continued to race as I held myself deep inside of her and tried to make mental contact with any part of my body. My flesh seemed to be in some sort of post orgasmic shock, though, and kept insisting my legs were no longer attached to the rest of me.
My arms still worked, apparently, and they tensed a little as her weight transferred. While my arms tightened their hold, my hips also moved slightly to keep me from slipping out of her.
I wanted to stay.
She let out a soft moan, and just when I thought she was going to push herself away from me and out of the bed, her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Wow,” her breathless whisper came from below me. “Don't you dare move. Stay right where you are.”
I was all too happy to oblige. I even shifted my hips a bit to keep myself inside of her. It was where I wanted to be – maybe forever. I’d never stayed inside a girl like that. There was always the issue of the condom and not wanting it to leak or anything. This time, as stupid as part of my brain knew it was, I didn’t care. I still wasn’t interested in having any kids, but coming in her had been all too fantastic.
“That was really something,” Milena said.
“It was,” I agreed. Then some paranoid bit of me wondered what she really meant. “I mean…you mean something good, right?”