Moaning louder, I felt myself falling into pure emotion as the orgasm swelled. I was gasping and panting; the sound echoing around me as I imagined how intense it would be if someone else did this to me. Someone who would whisper in my ear, pulling back to look down at me with love before kissing me with uncontrollable passion.
And it hurt. It hurt to think how much I wanted to experience it when Molly was so far away. And that was the hard part. It wasn’t specifically her I wanted. It could be anyone, as long as they touched me.
My thighs shuddered, the back of my head aching from how hard it pressed against the solid wooden headboard supporting me.
I kept pumping myself, not wanting to lose this feeling. Just one more stroke, one more press in my ass and I could get there.
Are you close?
You better not come without me.
It was too late.
I pushed further in, my ass so tender as I twitched around my fingers. And my need and longing for someone to be with me heightened.
Crying out, I thrust upwards, bringing my hand hard on the base of my cock, passion shivering through my hips as my ass thudded on the bed and I moaned at the impact. Spurts of cum had landed easily on my thighs, and I loved the way it stained my pink skin. Tingles raced through me, the awkward position only making my pleasure more extreme.
I squeezed the tip of my cock, so sensitive that it almost stung, but it made my legs spasm and my ass grip my fingers more tightly as I started to pull them out.
Everything was hot, every nerve in my body was on fire as I rubbed my ass on the bed, writhing my hips, pulling out the last dregs of my orgasm.
I clutched my cock as I forced myself to relax. Clenching my eyes, I focused on my breath so I could feel everything running through my body.
My neck arched as I slouched, my heart thundering as I panted from the full force of the pleasure that had taken me.
Was that good?
I stretched to grab a tissue from the bedside table, wiping my fingers as I scanned the texts visible on the screen. “I loved it,” I said quietly, filled with a soft, warm haze that surrounded me.
I slid down on the bed, falling onto my side. I let go of everything, one hand on my cock as I brought my knees up, holding myself while my thighs shook. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, that it had felt so intense. But it was because of her, because she reached out. She connected us again, and I didn’t know if words could express how grateful I was.
Even though I wanted to lie there and bask in the feeling, I didn’t want her to think I’d forgotten her.
I’m sorry I came before you said I could.
I squeezed my eyes closed, already expecting another argument. I'd become used to leaving her unsatisfied in every area of our life. There was a quick tremor in my hand as another text came through, and I forced myself to read it.
You’ll have to make it up to me later.
I promise I will.
I replied with relief, before I shifted my hips. My body was so light with pleasure that it didn’t matter where I ached, or what I looked like now.
I considered calling her. In my post-orgasm haze, all I wanted was to hear Molly murmuring in my ear, telling me she loved me with that easy smile of hers.
But I just stayed there, holding myself, my skin warm against the cool air of my room.
I wanted to show her that I could try. We could still make something of it again. All I had to do was keep connecting with her. Then we could push through the murky memories of our past and create fresh ones to build our future together.
Dom
It means so much to me that we’ve done this.
Thank you for changing your mind. For wanting to try again, I mean.
I want to talk, but I need to sleep. This was just amazing. I can’t wait for you to get back.
I love you so much.
