“I nearly lost it and fucked you on the beach.”
“I know. That’s why I was afraid.”
“Well, regardless, I’m glad you’re here with me now.” She clinked my wineglass and we sat back against the headboard, curled up together, slowly sipping our wine in silence. Her skin felt so incredible against me, I was lost in just touching her. After a bit, she got up and refilled our glasses, and returned back to previous position. We stayed like that for a while, simply content. After a while, she turned and looked at me, and I didn’t hesitate to move in and kiss her. Our tongues danced together for a bit, and then she pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and wordlessly grabbed my wineglass and set it on the nightstand with her own. Then she straddled me, kissed me again, and, with no preliminaries, inserted me into her. This time, it was passionate and frenetic again, but we barely spoke. It was tender and rough simultaneously, and we pushed and rutted against each other, with me moving her onto her back as she slipped her arms and legs around me, pulling me in tightly. Her sheath was tight, continuously clamping on me and loosening, almost without rhythm, and it drove me wild with lust. After a bit, I flipped her over, but instead of straight doggy, she laid down on her stomach as I draped my body over her, our skin dancing against each other as we joined, each unable to do anything but moan. She pushed back at me to change positions, but instead I dragged her over onto her side, continuing to piston into her from behind, and as I felt her fingers on her clit, she reached down between her legs and opened them up to softly caress my balls. She pushed again and rolled me onto my back, riding me reverse cowgirl for a couple of minutes, until she moved onto her back and enticed me to mount her missionary again. As I thrust in, I could feel her trying to form words, which were trying to come out between gasps of breath. I craned my ear near her mouth, and finally made out “Please…please…please Marcus…”
“Please what?” I managed to just spit out, feeling like I was running a marathon.
“Please do it…”
“You want me to cum?” I asked, slowing my thrusts in order to speak.
“I need it. Need you. Please…”
“I was trying to get you there first.”
“I’ve already cum so much I’ve lost track. Couldn’t you feel me?” The realization hit me, her pulsing, wet contractions, each time…wow. I had never met a girl so multi-orgasmic before. “Please give it to me…” I pushed in, resuming my rhythm from before, and as she wrapped me up in her embrace, I circled my arms around her ribcage, and she kissed me fiercely once more. “Cum in me and look me in the eyes when you do, baby…” she spat out. For whatever reason, that set me off, and as I began to feel boiling in my balls and a shudder running up and down my spine, she said “Please…” once more, and grabbed my face as she stared directly into my eyes. That did it, and as I unloaded into her, she moaned hard, which turned into a feral growl/yell, and we came together. As I slowed my thrusting, she purred “That was beautiful. Thank you.” We kissed a few more times, and I rolled to the side, as she again laid her leg and hand across me. We stayed in this position for a while, and eventually I dropped off.