“That’s really hot.” Jenny was nibbling on my ear and watching me jack off while my other hand squeezed her ass.
“You turn me on. I want to cum for you.” I don’t think I’d ever had business so acutely unfinished as this particular nut; I had wanted her for years but never quite taken the chance. The nature of our relationship and the specifics of our first hookup earlier that night, I’ll keep to myself. What matters is I had woken up a few minutes prior, spooning her after a long overdue fuck that was interrupted before I could finish. My free hand was already between her legs, sliding a finger casually in and out of her or taking her clit between two fingers and rubbing in small circles. Knowing better than to miss an opportunity, I placed my thumb on her asshole like it belonged there and just pressed a little. Her cheeks clenched and her breath caught for a moment, then relaxed again. Rather than push it any further, I appreciated how it made her pussy even wetter. Sarah was still on her side, not quite feigning sleep anymore but still letting my hands take the lead. Lifting her right leg for better access, I placed my thumb back on her ass and inserted two fingers to her pussy this time. She moaned and reached back for my cock, but I freed my left arm from beneath her and pinned her down by the right shoulder while I continued working her to orgasm. I wanted her to cum again, and didn’t want to interrupt to grab another condom. I wasn’t even sure she wanted to fuck again anyway, so I was just doing right by her before I unceremoniously jacked off on her face or something. This was equal parts heartfelt love and workmanlike pride.
First spreading her legs, then sticking her ass in the air, Jenny indicated wordlessly how she wanted to be treated. I strummed back and forth across her clit with my slickened fingers and stroked myself to the sight of her lightly squirting on my bed. As she came down from the throes of pleasure, I leaned in for another taste of her cunt before straightening up behind her and considering the relative merits of going in raw right there, like a dog being prosecuted by the devil. My cock, harder than it had been since we started, pressed against her lips as I grabbed her thighs and leaned back. She ground her hips against my shaft, grabbing the head as though she was ready to insert it. After a few moments of this, though, she leaned forward and lay on her side. “Come here.”
I knelt where I was, stroking myself more intently now. One hand reached across my body to grab her by the ass and turn her face down again, straddling her this time. As sexy as she was from this angle, it wasn’t how I wanted to finish, so I followed her command and lay down next to her, wrapping her up in my left arm and pulling her leg over mine before returning my hand to my cock. Tonight wasn’t our first time in bed together, but it was the first time we fucked. I’d loved her for years already, and that included no small amount of fantasizing, but it just never happened and that was always fine. But now we were naked and sweaty; she was grinding on my leg while I pressed more intently on her asshole while my other hand picked up the pace. Jenny interrupted our kiss to move her lips to my ear, where she alternated between nibbling it and telling me what she thougnt of my cock. I was feeling pretty goddamn big, believe me. “That’s really hot.”
“You turn me on. I want to cum for you.”
“Have you?”
“Not yet.”
“Never?” Oh, she wanted to *talk*. Okay then.
“Remember the dress you wore the first time you crashed at my place?” Thus began a thorough account of the numerous times she had (usually) unknowingly made deposits in my spank bank. The time we curled up in a booth at the pub for a couple hours surrounded by friends, a particular skirt at a staff party; she responded by telling me how I had made her feel safe when she stayed over, (fellas: do this), how I smelled nice when we sat together (this too). Truth be told, if I gave you the full account of our relationship you’d wonder why we’d only gotten around to this after so many years, but that’s the way it went and it’s not The Story Here anyway. What’s relevant is that we were finally speaking openly about several inflection points in our relationship, not to dwell on paths not taken, but to acknowledge and realize our feelings for each other. Not only was it edifying, but it led to her sucking my cock for the first time while I talked about the liberties I had dreamed of taking with her. With respect to previous partners, this was easily the best head I’d ever received and I told her as much. I grabbed her hair by the roots and told her she was mine, that once I got off in her mouth I was going to eat her out again and make her sit on my face. I started to tell her how I loved to spread her cheeks apart while I fucked her from behind, but she interrupted me with another kiss. Tasting myself on her when I was so close to cumming was so acutely arousing, I reflexively gripped my member again with one hand while pulling her hips into mine with the other while we made out. My strokes directed my head to her labia and she pushed onto it slightly before pulling back, breaking her mouth from mine to bite my earlobe again. I picked up the pace, planning to pin her hips to mine when I was ready to finish so that I could at least watch my cum drip down her slit. Jenny overruled me without a word, though, reaching between us and sitting up so smoothly that I almost didn’t realize she was mounting me again, raw.
*This is it,* I thought. *I’ve peaked.* She rode cowgirl for a couple minutes, my thumb on her clit, but in keeping with my earlier decision to make sure I got off I shifted the pace by pulling her down to me and thrusting hard from below. Moaning into my ear, she came once more and rolled off of me, onto her back. Wasting no time, I knelt between her legs and slid back inside her. Seeing her brace her palms against the wall behind her head was all the indication that I needed: I fucked her like my life depended on it. Unsubtle, full-shaft pounding. Dropping the pretense of modesty that had characterized her vocalizations up to this point, she unleashed the longest string of profanity I’ve ever heard from her, begging alternately “cum for me” and “don’t stop”. I figured maybe trying to reason out in my head how those requests contradicted each other might help me last a little longer, but the realization hit me right around the same time she wrapped her legs around me, and without a word I was filling her with the most anticipated load of my entire life to this point. Our lips met again as my thrusts slowed, and we held that communion as long as we could.
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