Her water took a long time to heat up; by the time I had gotten it warm enough to wet the washcloth and clean myself up, she had rolled over in bed, starting to fall asleep. I stood at the foot of the bed, holding the cloth for her, admiring. She was gorgeous, smooth, clear, freckled skin, dark curls, red lips, pink nipples…pink pussy. She was on her side but not curled very tightly, putting her right on display for me. She was still glistening, and a little trail of my cum was leaking out.
Just the sight of that got me hard again. I was surprised; I hadn’t had that short a refractory period since high school, much less in any of the more recent years. But she was gorgeous, and there was the evidence that she was mine. We were supposed to be going to sleep. It was already late, and tomorrow we both had to get up early and go to jobs where we had to pretend to barely know each other, pretend she hadn’t sucked her own juices off my lips, pretend I wasn’t relatively sure I was falling in love with her. I could make this quick, though.
I climbed into bed, spooning her, my already hard cock slipping easily into the void between her upper thighs. I pushed one hand under the arch of her ridiculously tiny waist, the other hand hooking around over to grab her round, firm breast. I loved seeing her white breasts in my brown hands; the contrast was such a turn on, and reminded me again that she was mine. She smiled as I wrapped around her, back arching, turning her head back to me. I loved how much she smiled, all the time. I kissed her, hard, grabbing her lower belly with one hand and massaging her breast with the other. She giggled into my kiss, “You got all worked up again.” “Well look at you, how couldn’t I?” I asked, pressing my member against her. It was slick with our juices, her own lubrication mixing with my cum from earlier; just sliding it between her legs had thoroughly covered me. She arched her back, wiggled her ass, and I flexed; together, it was enough for me to slide back inside her, shuddering as the head of my cock pressed past the ribbing of her g-spot. I didn’t push in all the way at first, enjoying watching her squirm (and enjoying the feeling myself) as I moved back and forth past the sensitive area. Finally, she pushed back a little against me, and I plunged into her as deeply as I could.
Her legs were tangled in mine, her back all along my belly, her arms gripping mine as I wrapped around her, and we continued to kiss over her shoulder; every single inch of us was in contact, and as much as I wanted to fuck her, hard, that felt too good to pull away from. So I mostly shifted up and down, and she wiggled her perfect ass against me and squeezed on my shaft with her already tight pussy, whimpering slightly as she gripped the hardest. We continued like this, our kissed getting less delicate and more primal, one hand massaging her abdomen and pressing, making her pussy even tighter still, while the other went back and forth between her breasts, kneading, massaging, pinching her nipples. She arched, pressing her shoulder blades into me and moving her lower back away; I moved my hand down to her clit, one finger on each side, squeezing slightly, and moving back and forth. She began to vocalize, just small whines and breathy sighs, and squeeze and grind even harder. Her rhythm sped up and so did mine, and she would squeeze my cock even harder and she squirmed in my arms and tensed at my fingers, making it difficult for me to hold back. Finally, she shuddered, arched, and went rigid, gripping my shaft and whimpering my name, her hands on my arms squeezing so hard I felt her nails begin to bite my skin. I let go, and pressed into her as deep and hard as I could. She cried out at this; I could feel I was pressing hard against her cervix. I came, hard, seven or eight spurts, gripping tightly on her breast and using my other hand to push her harder onto my cock as I filled her up. She relaxed in my arms, and a moment later, I did as well. We didn’t move for a few minutes, just lay there, panting and tangled, still inside her with my cum being pushed out around me and onto her thighs.
Finally, I went to pull away, just to clean up again, and she made a small, quiet noise as I pulled out; it almost sounded like “No,” but she was so spent I couldn’t tell. I grabbed a washcloth, let the water get warm, cleaned my cock off again, and ran it once more under the water to make sure it was warm for her. She was nearly asleep, and still a little shaky; I went ahead and wiped up her things, delicately along her pink, used pussy, and along her ass. She laughed quietly, turning then, “Look at you, taking care of me like that.” She grabbed my face and kissed me, and I smiled into the kiss. I wasn’t looking forward to the next day, but waking up next to this woman was a privilege I would never pass up.
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