I was born with a long tongue, and I swipe it up and down and drive it inside her. I can soon feel her tense around it, and I can feel her body start to unwind.
Changing my focus, I tongue her clit again. I then slide three fingers in and out of her, focusing on her G-spot.
“Gonna come. Gonna?—”
“Come, baby,” I purr, “come on my tongue.”
Sam bucks hard, starts to unravel, and gasp. I know it’s time. Isuck her clit deep inside my mouth and suckle on it, again and again and again. I graze it against my teeth, and Sam finally thrusts hard into my face.
I suck as she bucks, and she throws her head back and moans. Her body ruptures around me, and she bucks again and again.
I give her a minute as quakes take hold of her and her body spasms uncontrollably.
Next, I move slowly up her stomach.
I pepper delicate kisses on her stomach, then around her waist. Finally, I reach her breasts. Sucking on each nipple, I have her moaning and squirming. I bite down, adding a slice of pain.
As my mouth reaches her neck, I feel her desperate hands around my cock.
“Inside.”
She is trying to line me up, and she rubs my crown against her clit. It is hot, it is wet, and I need to be inside her. As she moans, I feel her move her hips.
She then slides the head of my cock just inside her.
Samantha holds my jaw and kisses my lips softly. She then forces her tongue deep inside me. I suck it deep into my mouth as her other hand grabs my butt cheek.
She then pulls, and I know what she needs and what she deserves.
I decide to pace myself and to last.
After two hours, and in every position I have ever tried, we come together and slump in a pile. Sweating, exhausted, and used up.
We are now on a Japanese couch type thing, and we slide down and collapse onto the carpet.
“Crazy bastard,” is all she has left. “Can’t come more,” is the kicker.
I sit on the carpet and pull her head onto my lap. Brushinghair from her cheek, I thumb her lower lip. “Good girl, it’s time to rest.”
Sam needs a break, and a real one. I’ve never fucked anyone like that.
Ever.
As I lay there in the moonlight, fulfilled for once, I run my eyes over her exquisite body. I then take in the large expensive suite.
The bed’s mattress has been dragged onto the floor. I also notice curtains are down.
I then have a flashback of taking her. And taking her against the wall. Then of us losing balance and one of us grabbing the curtains.
I laugh, and my body shakes. I hold her close and kiss her forehead. It’s time to take a break, and it’s time to live in the now…With her.
I haveno idea what time it is when I awaken, and Samantha is still dazed. As I lift her into my arms, she wraps her hands around my neck.
I walk her into the shower and hold her under the hot water. I can tell she is drained of energy because I am, too. I made her come so many times, she is likely broken.
As I whisper into her ear, I kiss her earlobe. I know I must take better care of her, and it has to be my new focus. They only made one of these, and they only made one of her.
“Sorry for fucking you so much and so hard,” I say softly.
