14. Erik

Chapter 14

Eri k

S he feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Squeezing the life right out of it with her orgasm. I could cum right now, but I want to draw this out, make it last.

When I’m sure that she’s come down from her high, I slip out of her pussy and flip her over. I pin her legs together in front of me and put mine on the outside of hers giving me the perfect position to slide right back into that tight slit of hers.

“Put your arms up.”

She reaches behind herself and tangles her fingers into my hair.

“Yeah, baby just like that.”

I thrust into her in one quick motion. Her gasp and the tightening of her fingers tells me all I need to know.

I hold her body against mine while I thrust with one hand, my other finding her tiny little clit with my middle and forefinger. I alternate between caressing in a circular motion and pinching between the two digits. All in time with the pace I’ve set.

I let my legs fall apart ever so slightly so that I can angle my cock more upward, and hit that inner clit. She tenses when I hit it and I keep that angle but draw back and press in further with each stroke .

“This is going to be it baby, I need you to cum for me again. Can you do that?”

“Fuck Erik. It feels so fucking good.”

“That’s it just like that. Arch that back baby.”

I slam into her again and I can feel her go limp in my arms at about the same time her legs shake so much that she can’t stay up on them anymore.

I’ve got her full weight in my arms, and I love it.

Slamming into her another thrust, I hold deep and feel my balls tighten and release. Shot after shot of cum exploding from my cock deep inside of her all in time with her own orgasmic releases. Her juices are coating my entire pelvis and the noises it makes are music to my ears.

She collapses into a blissed out lump on the pillows and blankets we had been snuggled in. I get up to discard the condom and grab a towel to clean her up.

She looks so fucking beautiful lying there with her lips swollen, and her skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

When I get back from the other room with a moist towel, I clean up her soft skin, everywhere I can. Gently wiping and drying as I go.

Her soft steady breath intermingles with a soft snore tells me that she’s deep in a orgasm induced sleep. I know I’ve done my job.

I make a spot for myself, and draw her into my body, needing her close to me.

“I love you, Lissy.”

She may not hear it, or register it. But it’s true.