COMING HOME- PART THREE
When I see that look on your face, I almost panic. I don't know if I can handle another orgasm after that. Even though my heart rate has begun to regulate and my shaking has slowed, my nerve endings are still on fire and my brain is nothing but mush.
Very quickly, however, my second thought brings back the sanity. There is no way one was enough. It never is. I launch myself at you, anxious to show you how amazing you made me feel. Our lips and limbs meet in a tangle, breathing each other in, consuming each other with each kiss, touch, grope.
I reach down and take your throbbing cock back in my hand and hear you groan in relief, your hips flexing forward into my hand. No messing around this time. I start pumping you, fast and hard, wanting to make you as hard as possible. You put your knee back in my sweet spot and I start rocking against you again. I'm still incredibly wet and amazingly swollen, so it's not long before I'm teetering on the edge again.
I'm sliding your cock back and forth in my palm, gripping you so tight, it's probably just this side of painful. Your hands are back on my nipples, twisting and pulling and every move is like a tug on that string inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I can't take it anymore. The torture has been delicious, but acute. And I have been waiting for this for weeks. I decide right that moment that I'm done with the foreplay. I'm finished with prolonging, I've had enough taking it slow. I'm going to push you onto your back, climb on top and ride you until we both scream and collapse.
Or, at least, that WAS the plan. But it appears we seem to have a new plan now. Because instead of pushing you onto your back, I realize you're pushing me onto mine. And instead of ME climbing on top, YOU are. And instead of me sliding your cock into my dripping pussy, you're sliding your fingers back in. I'd like to protest, but it feels so good.
'Hard,' I whisper. 'Please.' Forget quiet. I don't care about the atmosphere any more. All I care about is your fingers inside me, pumping me, crooking at the knuckle and beckoning me toward you. Your thumb circles on my clit. Your fingers move faster, harder. I can't take it. I'm gonna come again.
The last orgasm snuck up on me with its intensity. This one, as it begins to build, I know it's gonna roll over me like a steam roller and leave me breathless and quaking in its wake. The last one scared me a little. This one, I welcome. The only thing missing to make it perfect is your mouth on mine. You've been kissing my neck, moaning in my ear as I work your cock. When I feel the storm building in my legs, I grab your face and pull you to me. The moment it breaks over my body, tightening every muscle I have as I begin to spasm, I scream into your mouth. Again, you keep working me while I ride it out, continuing to pump me and tease me while it rushes over me in waves.
I take a moment to revel in it, feeling the waves subside, sucking on your lips softly and moaning. The moment I return to myself, the first thing I notice is how hard you are now. Still in my hand and still pumping your hips. And you still haven't been inside me.
And just like that, now I'm OFFICIALLY done waiting…
To be continued