I don't.
I rub faster, feeling her body tense, her pussy clenching rhythmically.
She's close, I can tell by the way her breaths come in short pants, her movements erratic. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
Ingrid shudders, her orgasm hitting hard.
She grinds down, walls pulsing around my cock, milking me. "Gunnar! Oh god..." Her voice breaks, body trembling as she rides through it, juices coating my shaft.
The sight pushes me over the edge.
I thrust up once, twice, and then I'm coming, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.
Cum fills her pussy, hot spurts that make her whimper.
She keeps moving, slower now, drawing out every last drop.
We stay like that for a minute, her collapsed on my chest—careful of the bandage—both of us panting.
The floor is hard, but her weight is welcome.
She lifts her head, kissing me softly, tongue slipping in to taste.
"That was..." I trail off, still catching my breath.
"Perfect," she finishes, smiling. But her eyes spark again, and she shifts, my cock still semi-hard inside her. "Think we can go again? The floor's not broken in yet."
I laugh, pulling her down for another kiss. "Lead the way, fiancée."
She starts moving once more, slower this time, building the heat up again.
Her pussy is slick with our combined release, making each slide easier, deeper.
I grip her hips, guiding her gently, the wound a faint ache now overshadowed by the renewed friction.
Ingrid's hands roam my chest, avoiding the bandage, fingers tweaking my nipples until I hiss in pleasure.
She leans down, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard while her hips roll in a steady grind.
My cock hardens fully again, filling her completely.
"You're insatiable," I mutter, but I'm grinning, thrusting up to match her pace.
"Only for you." She straightens, tossing her hair, and picks up speed.
Her breasts sway hypnotically, and I reach for them, squeezing, pinching the nipples until she moans.
The empty room echoes with our sounds—skin slapping, wet squelches, heavy breaths.
Sunlight warms our skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat on her body.
I watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over, the sight filthy and perfect.
She reaches back, fondling my balls, rolling them in her palm, and I buck up harder.
"Fuck, Ingrid... your pussy feels amazing. So full of my cum."
She clenches deliberately, making me groan. "I want more. Fill me up again."
