With one last push, his orgasm subsided. She lay under him, his dick slowly beginning to soften inside her. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at her, smiling.
“That was…” he trailed off.
She giggled and kissed him softly, squeezing him gently with her pussy muscles. He groaned and shifted over her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. She arched her back, her chest still flushed, and his lips moved down to her breasts, wet kisses mixing with beads of sweat, moving to her nipples as he started to slide himself out.
She rolled over onto her side, and he laid down next to her, sliding one arm under the corner of her neck, wrapping his other around her, laying it along one of her arms, lacing his fingers into hers. She snuggled back into his chest, feeling his warmth, their skin sticky against each other.
Sliding his arm off of hers, he moved his hand to one of her breasts, cupping it gently, lifting himself up and kissing her cheek again. She turned her face toward him, and felt his lips brush the corner of hers. Twisting herself further, she half-faced him, and his lips met hers again, softly, lips closed and firm, the soft and parted, every so slightly, the tip of her tongue just brushing the tip of his.
The taste of his mouth sent a fresh shiver through her, and she turned more, putting a hand on his face and parting her lips further, her tongue testing his mouth, slowly and tentatively, but with a gentle hunger behind it. He pulled her all the way over facing him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her intently now, his head angled, the kisses coming rhythmically, tongue followed by lips, rolling himself over half on top of her, massaging her breast with his hand.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, controlling the kissing herself now, her mouth closed a bit more, softer, glancing kisses, looking at him between kisses. She felt his hand sliding down her stomach and she spread her legs, waiting for the feeling of his touch on her clit–but it didn’t come.
His hand paused at her belly button, and she squirmed, frustrated. He pressed down gently into her tummy and she exhaled, trying to roll over but finding herself stuck.
“Brian,” she complained.
He rolled her back onto her side and pushed her leg forward, so that her legs were scissored, then moved his hand to the inside of her thigh, holding her top leg. She breathed hard, reaching down and holding his hand, feeling his kisses on the back of her neck, at the base of her hairline, down to her shoulder and then back up the side of her neck.
His hand slid up her thigh, his index finger brushing her outer lips. She whimpered, bucking her hips around again.
His lips kissed forward onto her cheek again, forward to thecorner of her mouth, staying there as his fingers slid between her legs, his index finger gently running down her slit, gently, getting firmer as he continued to her opening, before hooking two fingers inside her, gently pulling against her front wall. She bucked her hips again as his thumb found her clit, slowly massaging little circles. She humped his hand in rhythm, her eyes closing and warmth spreading from her pussy.
His kisses were hungrier now, a bit of tongue with each one, moving from her cheek to the side of her chin down to the front of her neck, the hand he had wrapped under her neck now massaging one of her breasts.
She felt herself melting into his body, into his hands, the warmth spreading and that feeling of pressure from right behind her pussy building again. She started to buck her hips more frantically, the feeling comign closer, starting to become unstoppable.
His thumb kept the same rhythim, his fingers keeping him hooked to her, moving along with her hips, inviting her to cum. She felt the pressure turn into tension, felt as it built, felt as it reached its peak, felt as it released, her orgasm starting, the warmth concentrating in her p ussy before spreading outward again, faster this time, into her thighs and her tummy, her stomach convulsing as she squirmed around in his arms.
She felt him move over her, and felt his lips sink into hers again, and as her orgasm subsided he rolled her over toward him, their kiss never breaking, her eyes closed, feeling his lips against hers, tasting his mouth, smelling his sweat. She rolled over into his arms, the kiss finally breaking, and buried her face in his chest.
“Brian,” she sighed.
His hand roamed down her back, his finger tips lightly brushing her skin, making her tingle, his fingers finding the small of her back, the gap between her butt cheeks, then sliding over, choosing one and caressing it.
She shifted into him, pushing her knee between his legs, their legs lacing together, hugging him from under his arms and feeling cozy. He kissed her forehead and reached down, pulling the covers over them.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rjm1yb/a_postcoital_scene_mf
Tender and original.
Wow! So good 🥵