"Touch yourself," I tell her. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."
She reaches between us and starts rubbing, and the sight of her touching herself while I'm buried inside her makes my cock twitch.
"That's it. Make yourself come on my cock."
She falls apart with a scream, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I have to stop moving or I'll come too. I hold still, gritting my teeth, feeling her pulse and clench around me.
The second the aftershocks fade, I pull out and flip her over onto her stomach.
"Up," I tell her, gripping her hips and pulling them back. "I want you on your knees."
She scrambles to obey, still shaky, and I line myself up behind her. I push back into her from behind and we both groan at the new angle — deeper, harder, letting me get more leverage.
"Fuck." Her hands fist in the sheets. "Oh god, that's deep."
I grip her hips and start to move. Long, hard strokes that make the bed shake. She pushes back to meet me, taking everything I give her, moaning into the pillow.
"You feel so fucking good." I'm panting, sweat dripping down my spine. "This tight little pussy, squeezing my cock. You have any idea how long I've wanted this?"
"Tell me." She's panting, her face pressed into the pillow. "Tell me how long."
"Since the second I saw you." I slam into her harder. "Curled up on that couch in your bare feet, looking at me like you couldn't decide if you wanted to slap me or fuck me."
She laughs, breathless. "Both. Definitely both."
I lean over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "You can slap me later. Right now I'm going to make you come again."
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing in fast circles while I fuck her. She wails, her arms giving out, her face pressed into the mattress.
"I can't. It's too much."
"Yes you can." I rub harder, thrust deeper. "One more. Give me one more."
She screams into the pillow as she comes, her whole body convulsing, her pussy milking my cock. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, and when I come it's with a groan torn from somewhere deep in my chest.
I collapse over her, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
For a long moment neither of us moves. I'm draped over her back, my face buried in her hair, her body trembling beneath me.
"Holy shit," she finally manages.
"Yeah."
I pull out slowly and she whimpers at the loss. I roll onto my back and pull her with me, tucking her against my side. She's boneless, completely wrecked, and I've never seen anything more satisfying.
"I can't feel my legs," she mumbles against my chest.
"Good."
"That was..." She trails off, shaking her head. "I don't have words."
I run my hand down her spine, feeling her shiver. We lie there in silence, catching our breath. She's limp against me, completely spent, probably thinks we're done.
We're not done.
I'm already getting hard again. Can't help it — she's naked and warm and pressed against me, and I've been starving for this for two days. One round isn't going to be enough. Not even close.
I roll her onto her back and she blinks up at me, surprised.
