Only this fucking woman could take this much and still beg for more. But I suppose I’m not the only one who’s been missing the incredible sex, so she’s as eager as I am to catch up.
Her moans and cries are raspy from her sore throat, and her skin is flushed and sweaty. Her tired fingers can barely hold on to the sheets as I slam onto her ass, admiring the curve between her narrow waist and her wide hips. I love seeing her face during sex, but I also love this view, especially arched as she is right now. It’s mesmerizing to watch her asshole throb in rhythm with her cunt.
But in case this is too much, I halt my thrusting and loosen my hold on her. Barely two seconds pass before she picks up where I left off, throwing herself back onto me, making my cock disappear in her drenched pussy again and again. Yes, she’s fine.
So I keep fucking her until she comes, and then I allow myself to follow her this time. Five. She’s made me come five fucking times. And every single orgasm was draining and satiating. But there is no being satiated with her.
We fall forward onto the bed, with my softening dick still in her. I move to the side so I don’t crush her, and she twists to face me. She looks exhausted, her eyes barely able to stay open.
“I think we found my official limit,” she murmurs.
“Did we?”
As if she doesn’t have the energy for more, she nods a single time. “How many was that?”
“Sixteen.”
She gasps. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Several of those are on you.”
I come closer enough to kiss the sweaty curve of her shoulder, sampling her skin. Time to sleep, but before that, it’s time to change the sheets. There’s cum and sweat everywhere, and I’m almost sure she had a little squirting moment at some point. That’s something we’ll have to explore another day.
Motivated to let us get some rest, I push myself up and out of her, then slide out of the bed. Fucking hell, even my legs are wobbly, so I can’t imagine hers. Instead of bringing her another wet towel from the bathroom, I run a warm bath. It’ll help with her soreness, and I’ll be able to work on the bedding while she soaks.
When I return, she’s in the same position I left her in. Her legs are spread just enough for me to glimpse at the expanse between them, swollen, pink, and with a stream of my cum dripping down the middle. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.
As I sit by her side, I notice that while she’s asleep, a small smile lingers on her lips. “Andrea,” I call, gently brushing her damp hair out of her face. “Wake up. I ran you a bath.”
She frowns disapprovingly and waves a dismissive hand. “I can’t walk right now.”
Well, if that’s her only issue…
She doesn’t have time to protest before she’s air-bound, safely tucked in my arms. “Baby, I just want to sleep,” she complains with a whimper.
“And you’ll sleep. But first, you’ll have a bath while I change the bed. You’re a messy girl.”
“Half of it is you,” she mumbles.
I carefully let her down on the marble tiles when we reach the bath. “Is that… jasmine?” she wonders, smelling the air.
“Yes. Now, get in the tub, freckles.”
I lend a firm arm to help her in, and she steps into the water, one foot after the other. I assist her until she’s seated among the bubbles and squat to be at her level.
“All good?” I ask.
“I’m a little thirsty.”
After a return to the room to get her glass, I fill it at the sink and hand it to her. “Anything else?”
“A kiss.”
That’s something I could never refuse her, so I bend down and press my lips on hers. “Now, let the warm water soothe you, and try not to fall asleep.”
I wait for her nod to leave. Thankfully, the maid always keeps a set ready for the bed, with the duvet and pillows in their sheets. It doesn’t take me very long to change everything and throw the cum-covered ones in the hamper. I’ll handle them myself, as Katya doesn’t deserve that chore.
When I return to the bathroom, Andrea’s head is against the edge of the tub, tilted to the side, and she doesn’t seem very awake. “It’s dangerous to fall asleep in a filled bathtub,” I explain as I kneel by her side again.
