COMING HOME- Part Four
Without letting go of your pulsating cock, I pull you over on top of me, my legs spread wide to welcome you in. You line up at my entrance and with one swift move, you slam all the way home. Simultaneous groans pierce the quiet. We both pause, holding still long enough to savor the feeling of reconnection. When we finally begin to move again, the fiery need to kiss and consume has disappeared… for now. The urgency has abated. We're ready to take our time again.
I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you in deeper, not wanting you to pull away from me at all. You lay your upper body down, snake your arms under my body, your hands cupping the back of my head and I lift my head to greet you. Our lips meet in a leisurely kiss, your hips moving slowly, the rocking motion barely perceptible. And for just a few moments, I move my stunning need for your body to the back of my mind and just enjoy the feel of our kiss.
I can feel you everywhere, surrounding me. I'm dizzy with the feel of your skin sliding on mine, your hands moving restlessly in my hair, holding me to you, your lips pressed against me. You pull back briefly, looking me in the eye and smiling. Somewhere, the intellectual side of my brain briefly wonders how long we've been going at this and I wonder if your cock is going to explode if we take too much longer. But before the thought can really surface, you bow your head back down and bury your face in my neck. And all thought is lost when your hips start to speed up.
Forward, back, forward, back, kiss, suck, groan. A pulled handful of hair, the red scratches of my nails on your back. The tempo is increasing… the intensity is growing…
You rear back, propping yourself up on your knees and begin to thrust in earnest, one hand on the back of each of my thighs. I tilt up hips up, trying to bring you deeper and the sensation increases so you shift into your favorite mode… voyeur. Eyes glued to your cock being swallowed again and again by my dripping pussy. I know how much you love to watch it happen, and every time I see you look down and stop breathing for a moment as you get carried away in the vision, I feel myself edge closer and closer to the big finish.
The sounds of the bed slamming into the wall fill the room as you pick up the pace. It's not long before a frame falls off your bedside table and it pulls your focus away from what we're doing long enough to slow you down. And I'm just not gonna have that. There is no slowing down at this point. For any reason. I reach up and cup your chin, bringing your eyes to mine.
"Do NOT stop fucking me," I pant at you. "Fuck me and do it hard no matter what falls over."
I see the resolve return to your eyes and then almost immediately it's replaced by mischief.
"You want it hard?" you ask. My hands cup my tits, pinching my nipples in a vain attempt to recreate the sensation you always create in me as I continue looking you in the eye.
"As hard as you can," I breathe out. I sometimes wonder if you know how good it feels when you really slam into me. How it creates a sensation that tops almost everything else you do to me.
You pause in your movements and lean forward, my legs propped up on your shoulders, until we are eye to eye. "Hard, huh? Hold on Bel, cause you're about to get your wish. I'm gonna nail you so deep into this mattress, you won't ever get up."
I'm breathless. There is nothing I love more than when you lose all control and start talking dirty. I can't even answer you. All I can do is toss my head up and down in a frantic yes gesture and moan. And just for a moment, I'm nervous. Cause you're pulling out. And nothing good in life can start with you pulling out.
Until you flip me over and pull me up to my knees. You line up again, one hand in the crook of my neck by my shoulder, the other holding your cock. "You sure," you ask, teasing me with the head of your cock disappearing just slightly inside me. I can feel the tip work it's way in and then back out. I look back over my shoulder at you, and I've lost all patience. "If you don't fuck me, and I mean right the hell now, you will never get to fuck me again."
That did it. You slam in with more force that I have ever felt from you. It's like a lightening bolt in my pussy. If your nipple lovin' earlier felt like a string being pulled tight, this feels like an earthquake. I quiver, I shudder, I ache. The world has shattered around me and there is nothing left in the world but you, your pistoning cock and my vibrating pussy swallowing it whole.
I hear you panting with the effort behind me as your hips meet mine again and again. You pull me back to you as you push into me. When I finally recover from the pleasure coma you've put me in, I start to help. I jerk my hips back toward you with every thrust, making it even more intense. The first push back towards your hips earns me an agonized groan, which seems to shake the last of the filter off both of our dirty mouths.
"Yeeeessssssssss" you hiss at me. "Slam that hot ass into me. Take me in, baby. Look at your beautiful pussy fucking me."
"God, you're so fucking hard. How are you still so, unh, so hard? Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
Speed increases and we both throw every ounce of energy we have left into meeting again and again. Normally, you would reach around me right now and start rubbing my clit, but this time, you keep both hands on my back, knowing I'm getting there and don't need any extra help. Especially help that's going to slow you down. Nothing should slow you down, not now. Not when I am starting to quake all over. Not when you are slapping my ass and whispering dirty, dirty things in my ear. Not when you've got a handful of my hair and you're using it to pull me back faster. Not when every move, every breath, every scream… it's almost over, I can feel it and I just can't stop. Not now. Not anymore.
I put my head down, hanging it between my arms to increase my leverage. You've got both hands on my hips now. and every thrust is punctuated with a grunt from both of us. They increase in volume, increase in fervor until that moment. When it comes from my toes. When my arms can't hold me up anymore from the pleasure. When we both fall forward with a crash and I scream into the pillow. My pussy clenches around you, so tight, I can practically feel every ridge of you. You howl in my ear, thrusting frantically and we both ride it out, two people caught in an electric fence, trembling and shaking as we ride the lightening together.
It goes on and on. Somewhere, my over-stimulated brain wonders if it will ever end. Sensation ricochets from side to side, top to bottom. I can feel you twitching on top of me as your cock pulses inside me. We are both so lost to sensation, the whole house could fall down on us and we would never know.
After several lifetimes, the tide becomes a wave which becomes ripples and settles down to stillness. We both lay completely immobile, barely conscious. I can feel my heart beat slowing. I can feel your breathing even out. Every few minutes, I'm gripped with an aftershock and my pussy muscles clamp down again on your softening cock, wrenching groans out of both of our mouths.
I don't think I've ever felt so complete or satisfied. In my wildest imaginings of this reunion, I never could have anticipated how incredible it would be. I'm overcome with love, with emotion and happiness.
With a groan, you slide off my back and out of my body. Somehow, I manage to summon enough energy to roll over onto my side and you curl around me. In what might be the sweetest gesture ever, you kiss my cheek sweetly and we both settle in, ready to sleep off the after effects.
The last thing I hear before I drift into unconsciousness, is you whispering in my ear…
"I know you think that was it, but I'm nowhere near done with you. Rest up, Bels. You're gonna need it."
Gulp.
To be continued.