Nice Day For A White Wedding

My eyes roll in my head, unfocused, unseeing. I can hear my own pulse as the blood rushes to my head. I scream Alex’s name again as I hit the peak of my orgasm and then for a moment, everything is still and black and I can’t see or hear anything. The blackness only lasts for a second, then I am thrown back onto the rollercoaster of pleasure that I am riding.

Then it’s over. My senses come rushing back to me and my limbs feel heavy, sated. I pull in a deep breath and I hear myself panting, trying to get myself back under some sort of control. Alex doesn’t wait around for me to get control of myself.

He pushes my leg away, rolls a rubber onto his ramrod stiff cock, then gets onto all fours and crawls up my body. It’s an incredible turn on to see this powerful beast of a man claim me. He starts running his tongue over my skin once more. His lips find mine and I taste my orgasm on his tongue, on his lips. My juices glisten on his chin and throat.

He pulls back from my lips and without warning, takes hold of me, and flips me onto my stomach. He runs his fingers through my slit again and the squelching sounds reminds me of how incredibly wet I am, how much I still want him. I ignore the heavy feeling in my body and I push myself up onto all fours, inviting Alex in.

He moves his fingers away from me and he runs his nails down my spine. I curve my body, pressing myself into his touch. He moves his hands up and down my sides and then over my ass, and then I feel his cock, hard and huge on the edge of my pussy.

He takes hold of my hips and as he thrusts into me, he pulls on them, moving me onto him, impaling me on that huge cock of his. My breath catches in my throat as he fills me, stretching my pussy unbearably to accommodate his size.

He isn’t holding back. He keeps his grip on my hips tight, pulling me all the way back towards him with each thrust, and pounds into me with such long hard strokes that they make me jerk forward like a toy without any control of its own movements I am consumed by him once more, by the carnal pleasure of having him rut inside of me.

He takes one hand off my hip, but it doesn’t matter. I am moving with him, matching his rhythm without his guidance. I am in a frenzy, almost animalistic in my need for him to fill me.

I feel his hand moving over the front of my body, caressing my stomach and then it moves lower, and he presses his fingers against my clit. It feels like he’s pressed something hot. It sparks against me as my already tender clit screams at his rough, insistent touch.

His name is wrenched from my lips in a cry that I don’t recognize as my own voice as my orgasm explodes from nowhere, bursting forth through my full body. I can’t suck in another breath and I hover, airless, weightless. I call his name again and again, as if that single word is my anchor to reality as I float up to the clouds.

I feel my arms give way and I fall onto my elbows, but I don’t stop moving. My pussy clenches tightly around Alex’s cock as another orgasm assaults my senses, bringing me even closer to undone. I call out Alex’s name and then I let out a stream of unintelligible mutterings as my body screams with pleasure.

My orgasm begins to recede and I am me again. It feels as if it was only his name and his cock that kept me anchored, and stopped me from floating away and losing myself completely. He moves his fingers from my clit and I am both relieved and disappointed that the terrible, wonderful touch on it is over.

I feel his hand wrapping in my hair and he pulls me backwards. I come up easily, the stinging pain in my scalp only intensifies the pleasure I can feel in other parts of my body. He pulls me upright, against his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me in place against him.

I can feel his warm breath tickling my neck as he kisses it, and when he starts to whisper my name, I can hear the shaky quality of his voice. I reach an arm up and wrap it around his head, turning my head to the side and kissing him deeply as he thrusts hard into me.

He kisses me back, a rough kiss that tells me he’s on the edge himself now. I clench my pussy, tightening my hold on him and he moans into my mouth. He pulls his lips away from mine and drags them along my shoulder, then I feel him pressing his face against my neck, breathing me in. He says my name in that lust filled voice that moves me so much and then he comes, his cock jerking and twitching, his cum pouring into the condom. And I mourn for that fact. I mourn that I cannot feel his hot seed inside me.