My body starts tensing, my orgasm building, and I close my eyes. I feel a smack on my ass and my eyes fly open. Johnny stares into my eyes, widening his momentarily as if to say ‘look at me’.
I stare into his eyes as he uses just his tongue to drive me over the edge. I shatter into pieces, my body trying to fly apart, held together only by Johnny’s eyes. As my orgasm subsides, Johnny lifts me off of him, laying me next to him on the bed.
I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. The crinkle of a condom wrapper gets my attention again. I watch as Johnny rolls the condom down over himself, as he covers each of those barbells one by one. He settles himself between my legs, reaching down and pulling my right leg up by the back of my knee, before sliding into me with one long, slow thrust.
I’m not sure who moans louder, me or him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, rolling his hips and pumping into me slowly. “And the way you just came all over my face like that? Unnnhh, amazing.”
He looks into my eyes again before kissing me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, claiming me. My body is already building up to another orgasm, not that I think the last one really finished.
“But what really blows me away is how you swallowed me down,” he whispers in my ear. “You made me come with your mouth, and then swallowed every drop. Fuck. That was so fucking hot.”
The way his body is rubbing against my clit combine with the things he’s saying is just too much, and suddenly my orgasm rips through me. A scream escapes my throat, and my body spasms, the climax taking me hostage. In the distance, I hear Johnny yell in response as he drives into me, settling himself in as deep as he can, while my pussy continues to pulse and his cock pulses right back in response.
Orgasms fully in sync, the pleasure seems endless, shocks of electricity fly through my body, tingles run up and down my spine, and nothing has ever felt better.
Finally, he collapses on top of me, kissing my neck lazily. I wrap my arms around him, not ready to let go. He rolls to the side, pulling me tightly against him, and I listen to the sounds of our heartbeats as they gradually slow to a normal pace.
Johnny tilts my face and kisses my lips softly, then disentangles our legs and arms and rolls away.
“I’ll just take care of this and be right back.” He gestures down and I realize he’s talking about the condom.
While he’s gone, I make myself comfortable by snuggling down into the blankets and fluffing up pillows. He comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans me up before climbing into the bed with me again. He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I lean forward and kiss him, slowly tracing his lips with my tongue, until he moans and deepens the kiss.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Close your eyes and rest. I’m not as young as I used to be. I’ll need a few more minutes before I can go again.”
I chuckle. “I’m not ready either. You wore me out. I just love kissing you,” I say, placing another kiss on his lips.
“Hmm.” He kisses me again. “I love kissing you, too. And touching you. And holding you. And just being near you.” He wraps me up tightly against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “Now go to sleep so I can fuck you properly in, oh, about an hour.”
“Wait, are you saying what we just did wasn’t a proper fucking?” I lean back, pretending to be outraged. “That’s it, then. I want a refund.”
“Oh my god,” he says with a slight chuckle, eyes remaining closed. “Your mom was right. We are definitely on different levels.”
