He was stretching me out more than I’d ever been stretched before. I felt like I was cumming just from the slow, hot strokes. His mouth had once more found my nipples and the pure ecstasy coursing through me brought me to a crescendo of trembling legs and convulsing, rolling orgasms.
Through the rest of the night we tried out every position we could think of. At times it was slow and hot, other times fast and intense. I couldn’t decide which I loved more, the feel of him slowly pressing into me, pushing insistently to stretch me out, or the intense pounding that left me gasping for breath as he wrapped his long fingers around my throat and pinned my wrists over my head.
We finally collapsed in a tangled heap of legs and arms and sleept. Waking to the feel of his breath on my forehead, I looked down and marveled at the beauty of our bodies intertwined, a masterpiece of ebony and ivory, hardened muscles and soft curves.