I nodded.
She smiled wickedly before turning around. Grabbing the pillow from before, she put it under her head and then shoved her ass up in the air, wiggling it—teasing me. I slapped it once playfully.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes,” she muttered.
I gave her other buttock a slap before positioning myself behind her. I didn’t have it in me to tease her again; I knew she was on edge still, and I was far beyond that. I was wound up tight, so I slid inside her carefully. She was dripping wet, but I didn’t want to risk her being uncomfortable.
A muffled sound filled the room even though she’d buried her head in the pillow while I slid in.
I dropped my head back, pushing in until I was buried inside her completely. For a few seconds, the room was completely silent. Then the mattress caved in as she moved her knees slightly. She squeezed her muscles once, and I didn’t hold back any longer.
Jacking off in the shower was nothing compared to feelingher around me. She needed me, and I was not ashamed to admit that I was desperate for her in a way I’d never been for anything in my entire life. I pulled my hips back and then thrust in. She moved to match my rhythm. The wilder I became, the wilder she was too.
She wanted everything I had to give her, and I wasn’t going to hold back. I hunched my back so I could reach to touch her clit from the side. At first, I just drummed my fingertips on it slowly, but then I increased the pace. When her cries grew louder, I started pressing harder all the way. Thrusting in and out, in and out. Our bodies were perfectly in sync.
Then I slammed harder into her, and she moved forward. The new angle was delicious. Then her knees gave in, and she went flat on the mattress. I was fucking her so good that she couldn’t even sustain her weight on her knees. The thought almost sent me over the edge.
I wasn’t touching her clit anymore, but I knew she was already close to climaxing. I felt it in the way she squeezed me, and then I heard it as her cry resounded through the pillow. I gave in too. I no longer had the energy to hold back, and there was no need to do it anyway. She was riding out her orgasm, and so did I.
I stayed on top of her as she relaxed her hands, holding them just to the sides of the pillow. I covered them with mine, interlacing our fingers. Then she turned her head sideways, drawing in a deep breath. I liked hearing it. At first, it was uneven and erratic, but then it slowed down.
A few seconds later, we both moved until I was at the edge of the bed. I immediately got up, taking care of the condom in the bathroom and then washing at the sink. When I came out, she was still lying on her belly. She was a sight to behold. Ducking back into the bathroom, I grabbed one of the small towels, putting one corner under hot running water. Then I went next to her on the bed.
“Turn around, Phoebe. I brought a wet cloth.”
“Oh,” she whispered and moved. “Um, I can do that.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
After cleaning her up, I scooted next to her.
“And you wanted to go downstairs on that uncomfortable couch,” she murmured.
We both lay down, facing each other. “I knew it was the only way I could resist you.”
“Hmm,” she said playfully. “But why resist when this is so much more delicious?”
“Why indeed?” I replied.
She turned onto her other side.
“I’m a side sleeper,” she informed me. “And I am so exhausted that I think I’m going to fall asleep in no time.”
“That’s fine by me.”
I liked her sleeping position a lot. I could stay behind her and still have access to her breasts and stomach with one hand. As a bonus, she could even push her ass against me.
“Hmm. You like to spoon?”
“Do what?” I asked.
She looked over her shoulder. “Spoon. You’ve never heard that before?”
“No, but I’m liking it.”
