He feels her about to release, and he lets her have her way this time, as he parts her folds once more with his left hand, and grips her clit, while sucking her into submission. The dual stimulation sends a pulse of electricity shooting from her right breast to her toes as she falls off the edge into the abyss of orgasm once again. Falling off the cliff quickly, and hitting rock bottom fast as well. She screams his name and shakes as again the spasms take over.
He enjoys her response, and grins knowing he's giving her all she can handle, and then some. Waiting for her spasms to reduce; he kisses on her neck. Her arms are still wrapped around him, as she moans his name, and groans. She mutters, "God, you're gonna kill me." He smiles as he says, "You'll die happy baby." She giggles as she says, "Damn right." As her giggles settle she feels him give her right nipple another pass with his tongue. It's a soft, and sexy lick that gets her aroused all over again.
Her brain is trying to process how she could still want more; but she does. Her arousal is again climbing, and he can feel it in her grip. As if on cue, he begins to slide down her body further, kissing her belly and making his way to her honey comb. She offers herself to him completely, as she widens her legs and watches him lick her lower lips vigorously.
His wet, strong, and powerful tongue causes her to groan, as she takes in all that's happening. He grips her thighs tight, locking her in place. She loves that his aggression is kicking in and so does he. He feeds off of it and never disappoints when it's unleashed. Tasting her brings out the animal in him, and when he starts, at times he can't get enough and this feels like one of those times.
His excited licks of her lips quickly turn into more of a slathering of licks, as he cleans up her spilled essence from her thighs, and his tongue follows her landing strip design. With her hands firmly entrenched in his curls; he goes for the gusto and feeds the beast.
He invades her first line of defense; breaching her slit aggressively and getting to the good spot right away. As soon as his tongue reaches her nub, she jerks. He feels her movement, and knows it's sensitive; he's worked it pretty hard already.
Knowing what she needs, he changes his approach and he begins to lick her center slowly and methodically. Bringing a sultriness and a sexiness to the moment she didn't expect. His loving and nurturing licks are more seductive and fruitful than the aggressive ones, and will certainly give them both what they seek. Gripping her pleasure center with his tongue and lapping up the juices seeping from between her folds, he feels her pull on his curls loosen.
She's relaxing and letting him have his way; happy she's feeling good by all accounts, and her moans still permeating the air. He gives her nub a stiff lick, which heightens her body tension and deepens her moans. She feels her body responding to him, and it excites her. Feeling her response and liking it; he repeats the action four times, and by the fourth lick, he slips in two fingers into her core suddenly, and smoothly.
Instantly, her arousal ceiling goes from building to being on full tilt, as she screams, "Oh God. Oh Tony. MMMM." Enthused by her moans and them getting louder, as again she begins thrusting. He knows she's again about to blow. He removes his fingers slowly and replaces them with his tongue. He wants to taste all of her, not just some.
As his tongue slips into her core, he works her clit with his thumb. She grips his curls and again her feet are on his back. He can feel her pushing her tip toes onto his back, and then her heels. He increases his hand play and dives deeper into her core, and she loses all of her control. Her hips begin rotating, catching the same pace as his head motions and within seconds her toes curl as her back arches and she tugs on his curls like she's hanging from a cliff and they're her life line.
Her explosion is delicious and he is sure to catch almost every drop, as he drinks from her like she's his favorite, cool refreshing beverage; on a hot summer's day. Upon cleaning her up to completion, and allowing her orgasms to settle; she releases him from her grip, and he slides up her body.
Having worked her over to the point of no return repeatedly already; he's still not done with her. When their eyes and lips meet; they kiss sloppily, and he slides inside her without breaking the kiss.
The entry is quick, and it's as smooth as a hot knife through butter. With him being so deep into her in one fell swoop; the kiss breaks as they both say, "MMMM." He follows with, "Oh my God."
She's so wet there's no resistance. He's so overcome with pleasure; he can't stop moaning, and neither can she. She feels him speeding up, and she begins to work her hips in concert with his. They're both moaning and groaning; their words are intelligible. The ease in which he's sliding in and out of her has them moving at a rapid, and satisfying pace.
But she wants more. Their hot breaths are blowing on one another as he continues to lie atop her as they stroke back and forth. Sweat is now pouring from them, as the heat in the room seems to be on hell. The closeness is giving them friction, and he can feel his balls grinding against her lips. She feels the tightness and also her arousal wall tilting. She's gripping him tight as she feels her end coming, and he's still chugging along without fail. He's working her insides, and she's enjoying his motion. She knows she's almost there, and so does he. Wanting more, she groans, "Harder, mmmm. Harder T."
Feeling her release on the cusp, and also wanting to feel her in full motion. He breaks the contact between them by pulling back on his knees. Him rising up between her thighs, although stopping their current flow excites her immensely.
As he repositions, and she feels the sweat on his body. She watches his hips; her eyes follow from his eyes, to his abs, and to her watching him slide in and out of her. Her fire rages once again as she watches him move with precision and power. He's on a grand pace, and he's never felt so good. With her hand on his hip, she grips it, and he sees her aggression spike.
He feels his own beginning to rise again, and he lets it flow. Picking up the pace, and watching her eyes. He grips her hips too; the power of his stroke and the reverberation of him pounding her, has their rhythm back on track. He feels his pulsations increasing and her wetness is now like an ocean. Despite the saturation her walls are beginning to pulse. He feels the squeezing, and his pulsations spike. He knows he's closer than ever to letting go, and she's not far behind.