Ready to give her what she wants and more; he angles himself accordingly, and slides in slowly. He's halfway inside when she grips his bicep. Despite seeing him suit up, she's wondering if he's still wearing protection. Because of the friction build up she's feeling. He's literally hitting her walls from both sides and he feels bare.
After sliding in a bit further; he watches as her face contorts, her back arches, and she inhales deeply, as she says, "MMMMM OH, God, MMMM, Damn!" As he follows with, "AHHHH MMMMM, OOOH Yeah" The tightness and wetness is unbelievable, it's instant comfort for him.
But, despite him feeling right at home, knee deep into her. She's not quite at that space yet. Her eyes are closed as she clasps his arm. Feeling her grip, he tunes into her, he feels her tension rising. Attempting to calm her, he holds fast on his pace, and pecks her lips sweetly.
Her eyes open and she sees his baby blues staring back at her, full of care and concern. Before she can speak, he strokes her cheek and asks, "Are you okay?" She breathily whispers, "Yes. I'm good. Don't stop." She then initiates a kiss, deepening it almost immediately, giving him the encouragement to continue.
Accepting her response as true, he furthers the kiss, and once they develop a workable cadence. He finishes his entry, and begins to thrust slowly and methodically. At a moment's notice, her passion filled cries grow louder as her grasp strengthens on his biceps.
He again considers stopping; but, their eyes meet, and he sees she's pushing through. Happily, about two minutes later her grunts of pain, flip into moans of pleasure as her vaginal walls loosen.
Now, she begins to match his thrusts as they reach a consistent pace flowing back and forth. He finds himself gliding in and out of her with ease at this point, but still with some resistance; it's the best of both worlds.
And as if all things being aligned perfectly, for them to have cover. The storm outside picks up. Almost matching the energy level of their sex crazed antics. The blowing wind accompanied by the bright, crackling sounds of lightning and thunder filling the sky make for a powerful and resounding performance. As she feels her arousal prepare to top out yet again. She can't believe it. But yes. She's rushing to the edge yet again, and it feels too good to comprehend.
He's loving her reaction as he feels her wetness increase, and her clit throb. Excitedly he says, "MMMM, damn, cum again for me baby." She groans in return, as she replies, "MMM, fuck, it's so good. MMMM. Oh. Oh, I'm I'm, OOOOOH!" She's shaking from her orgasmic ride, and he's feeding off of it as he grunts and thrusts harder and faster, unable to slow himself down, and she's loving it.
Gratefully, the weather heightening at just the right time, does well to hide the array of love sounds emanating from her room. It's apparent they're both feeling the innate flow of pleasure back and forth that cannot be contained. They're sweating, swearing, grunting, and stroking like the world is about to end.
Having established the ultimate level of comfort at this point; she's again, feeling her arousal on deck. But she wants him to join her. She begins gripping his ass as he picks up the pace. She's amazed at his stamina, and is anxious to motivate him to his summit. Ergo, she's trying to encourage his efforts with both dirty talk and her sensual love sounds.
They're hitting their stride as they begin to trade grunts and word play, pushing each other along the journey to orgasm. As the pace quickens, they're both chasing ecstasy, but it's clear she's closer than he is, once again and she won't be denied.
She can't stop it, her arousal is at its peak, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel and she wants it more than her next breath. Determined to get it for her, yet again. Regardless of his own climax being right behind hers. He changes the tempo by popping up on his knees, mid stroke, and pushing her legs behind her head, causing her to excitedly exclaim, "Oh shit!"
With her knees immersed in the pillows and her toes pressed firmly against the head board; he drills her like he's in search of oil, and he's not stopping until he hits it and gets it all.
As a result of the position change, her wetness goes immediately from swimming pool to ocean deep, and he's riding the wave like a surfing pro. The wetness is a game changer for both of them, as he puts his pleasure into words, as he says, "MMMM so wet, fuck! MMMM. God damn AAHHH!"
He's trying to maintain, but he's not sure he will be able to hang on much longer. He feels like he's about to blow. It feels too good to hold back. But, regardless of the struggle, he's staying the course as he continues pounding her into submission. And she appreciates his commitment to finishing what he started with vigor, rewarding him with her moans, as she bellows, "Fuck it up baby! Oh yes! Fuck, it, up! MMMM!" Loving her declarations of love. He obliges her request with a severe, rigid, down reaching, authoritative pounding he delivers, which elicits a passion filled wailing from her that should wake the dead.
They're both now rounding the corner, as they're sweating, swearing, and focusing all of their energies into this one moment. And, it's coming together perfectly, the cadency, the bounce, and now the introduction of ass smacks pushes them both over the edge, with her falling first. As she yells, "Fuck Yes! Fuck Yes! Fuck Yes! Fuuuuuck MMMMM! He accompanies her as he belts out, "AHHHH FUUUUCK MMMM!"
Tired, and unable to move much, he manages to slide off of her and fall down next to her on the bed, as her legs flop down. As their sweaty, orgasm riddled bodies relax, and they struggle to catch their breaths. They're both sporting grins of satisfaction, and sweating like whores in church.
Ten minutes pass before they each have full movement back in their bodies, and the first thing they do is cuddle and kiss. The sweetness of the moment they share is undeniable. She looks up into his eyes, and he looks down into hers, as he says, "You're so beautiful." She smiles as she responds, "Thank you." He pecks her lips as he replies, "You're welcome."
With the loudest part of the storm over, they now just hear the rain still hitting the window. A peaceful, lulling sound that cradles them as they continue to kiss and love on one another a few minutes longer before falling off to sleep.
The morning starts with Olivia sitting at the dining room table finishing her first cup of coffee, which is much needed, despite the smile she's sporting and for good reason.