My First Weekend with Delilah, part 2 [MF]

With one last kiss, I drove myself into her.

Her body arched completely off the bed, dragging the sheets and mattress liner with her.

“Fuck!”

There was a pent up need in both of us that had been building all night. The kind of intense desire that comes from a real connection forming unexpectedly. It wasn’t ferocious fucking or soulful lovemaking, but something in between. I would slip into her, feeling how her pussy gripped me rhythmically, massaging every inch of my length, and then a wave would go through her, a visible shiver sending goosebumps through her skin with every thrust. We were constantly moaning and sighing, a chorus of “fuck!” and “oh, god!”’s.

It struck me immediately just how reactive Delilah was (is). It’s been one of my favorite things about her. Her whole body tenses, shivers, and flinches with every new angle and deep thrust. Her eyes roll back and her head snaps forward with every scrape of my nails or nibble on her neck. There has never been a dull moment with her.

I sat back and grabbed her hips for more leverage, and began to pick up the pace. She shouted and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as I began to rail on her. The more she reacted, the harder I fucked her. The harder I fucked her, the more she reacted. It got intense.

I could feel her soaking my cock and balls, literally running down my thighs. Her pussy was hot, soaked, and gripping me tight every time I bottomed out. She was fucking phenomenal.

After only a minute of me throwing everything that I had into her, her hand dropped down to frantically rub her clit while her eyes scrunched up.

“Oh, god!” She cried. “So close!”

I know enough to not change what I’m doing (gents, learn) when a woman is close, but I wanted to send her sailing over the edge, so I doubled down on my efforts, going from a marathon to a sprint and fucking her so hard my thighs, abs, and chest burned from the exertion.

So fucking worth it.

Seconds later, she shouted at the top of her lungs, jumped (as if cumming that hard scared her), strained her entire body off of the bed (her lower half now completely held up with my arms under her thighs), and shook so hard it was like she was having seizures. Her pussy gripped me like a fist and I could feel a hot wave of her juice spill out. It was amazing.

And I did not let up.

I bound her thighs in an iron tight grip, and fucked her through her orgasm, never letting her catch her breath, never letting her cool down. She continued to seize and strain for a solid minute before breathlessly gasping “okayokayokay, fuck!”

I chuckled, out of breath myself, and slowed down. As we caught our breath, tremors rolled through her, after shocks which completely wracked her body every few seconds. I would learn that this is standard for her, and it is so incredible to watch.

Out of nowhere, she pushed me completely off and onto my back. I shouldn’t have been shocked after the first time, but as she took my cock, completely drenched in her cum, down her throat again, all I could do was groan and hold on.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, and after enjoying one more deep, deep throating, I pulled her off and flipped her onto her stomach. Now dripping with her cum and spit, I slipped right into her from behind. I didn’t let go of her hair, still pulling her back to meet every thrust while holding her flat against the bed with the other hand.

It was primal. I fucked her into the mattress and watched her claw at anything in reach; the bed, the sheets, the headboard, me. I drove myself further and further into her, so hard that within a few minutes we’d actually moved a few feet.

It was around this time that I realized that I hadn’t tasted her. I wasted no time and flipped her over, still recovering, and threw her legs over my shoulders. With no grace and no finesse, I took a long, broad lick, tasting all of her cum. She tasted like berries and sex, and was so fucking juicy.

I don’t think she quite knew how to handle my enthusiasm, so I just took the lead, using her how I wanted to. And at this particular moment, I wanted to devour her.

I pushed her legs back against her chest, raising her hips up a bit, and dove straight into her cunt. I groaned into her and ran my tongue up first one side, then the other, savoring her and loving that she’d already gotten my face soaked. Then I focused on her clit, drawing circles around her piercing, and then shifting those circles first to one side and then the other, gradually working slower and lighter, then harder and faster.

The whole time she was gasping and sighing, but I think it also helped her to catch her breath a bit.

After a few minutes, I needed to feel her around me again. I slid up and she immediately grabbed me by the hair and crushed her lips into me, kissing and licking all of her juice off my face, which drove me insane.

I reached back down and slipped into her effortlessly, immediately fucking her with abandon. Her grip on my hair grew tighter, her other hand digging into my shoulder. She swore and clenched her eyes shut while I drove myself into her again and again. Pulling her legs onto my shoulders to get even deeper, her eyes flew open and seemed unable to focus. Her and flew down between us again, and she tensed in what I was learning was the tell tale build up. Seconds later, she was cumming on my cock again, burying her face in my shoulder to keep from screaming.

“How are you still going?” she asked, shaking and gasping.

I just smiled.

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