“Mm hmm.” She wraps her legs around the back of my thighs and lifts her pelvis, rubbing against me.
“Damn, woman,” I groan, swooping down to kiss her with hunger, with greed.
She eases her body away from me in order to fist my cock and position it at her opening. Fuck, she makes me feel like a horny teenager ready to get it on at every available chance. I slide in, burying myself deep and resting there for a moment. Michelle sighs, a look of pure satisfaction on her face as she watches me.
“Feels amazing to have you inside me,” she says.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“But I need you to move, Xander.” She grins up at me, flexing her pelvis.
“Yes, ma’am.” I withdraw slowly, easing back into her with all the speed of a content dog lying in the sunshine. In and out I move at my leisure, loving the feel of our bodies joined, of hers squeezing mine. When I’m buried to the hilt, I grind against her clit, making her moan. And when she pumps her hips, trying to spur me into moving faster, I simply lower myself in order to capture her lips, kissing her just as slowly. I torture her with unrushed, shallow thrusts, mimicking the movement with my tongue as I also pleasure her mouth.
Her arms wrap around my body, clinging tightly as her nails now dig into my shoulders.
“Xander.” She draws out my name in a plea as I kiss across her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling the soft skin.
“Michelle.” I groan, keeping my face pressed against her. I pick up the pace with deeper strokes before pulling back until just the head of my cock remains inside. She whimpers before a strangled breath rushes out as I slam into her, my balls slapping her ass. I repeat the movement which has her crying out with ayesas her legs tighten around me, letting me know she’s more than enjoying it.
Over and over, I pound into her, my lust taking over. But she’s right there with me, her body clinging to mine, her pussy squeezing my cock until I can’t hold back my orgasm. I lose control, lost in the haze of feeling so goddamn good, and unleash all I have. My body spasms as I grind into her, her cries ringing in my ear. My cock continues to pulse inside her, but I haven’t felt her release; the constriction of her muscles around me. I rise, looking down at our bodies joined before meeting her gaze. She gives me a tender smile and my heart flips.
“You didn’t—”
“It’s okay,” she quickly interrupts. “It still felt good.”
“Fuck that,” I growl, reaching between us to thumb her clit. The slick, swollen flesh pulses beneath my touch and Michelle gasps, her body jerking. I stay buried inside her, feeling her tighten around me. Her eyes start to close as her back arches, pressing into my touch. “That’s it, fuck yeah. Get it.” I rub faster, harder as her body begins to quake right before she explodes. Screaming, she lets loose, her orgasm a beautiful sight, making my chest swell knowing I gave her that.
I don’t ease up until she starts relaxing and soft whimpers escape her. She reaches up, pulling me to her even as I try to resist.
“Don’t wanna crush you,” I protest
“Don’t care,” she says, making more of an effort to tug at me.
I still try to keep most of my weight off her as I give her what she wants. Once again, she wraps around me, her bodystill vibrating, her breathing ragged. She peppers my skin with kisses, but something feels different. When I manage to lift enough to see her face, tears are flowing down her temples.
“Shit, Michelle, I hurt you,” I say in a panic while trying to move off her.
“No, no, I promise you didn’t. Just, just hold me, Xander.”
Her voice cracks and it wreaks me. I roll, pulling her so she’s on top where she instantly tightens her thighs and arms against me as if trying to merge her body with mine. As gently as I can, I rub her back, trying to soothe her and calm whatever’s troubling her. I remain quiet, giving her time to settle, knowing she’ll talk if or when she’s ready.
We lay quietly for several moments before her breathing evens out and I almost think she’s fallen back asleep.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m not usually so emotional.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I keep running one hand up and down her back while stroking over her silky hair with the other. Another moment passes before she speaks again.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For… well, for being so attentive, and for giving me…”
“Another earth-shattering orgasm?” I tease.
“Yeah,” she chuckles. Lifting her head, she stares at me, her eyes red and puffy but still beautiful. “I, uh,” she blinks. “I didn’t always, with Stuart…” She cuts herself off and shakes her head.
I lift her chin. “Hey, you don’t need to say anymore. But know this. Anytime we’re together, you’re gonna get off. I’m gonna damn well make sure of it.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood.
