Before their talk he would have been able to just strip and stare her down but now he was a nervous wreck. But he did it, he just stripped and his mini me stood up ready to take a bow. Again all his self control was gone. She smiled at him and quickly joined him. Damn she was hot.
He was now sitting on the bed and she came over and pushed him back and lied right down on top of him. He could feel every inch of her and every inch was so hot he thought his skin would burn. She spread her legs and reached down and took his prick and put it between her legs. She didn’t put him in her pussy but laid it between her lips and then she closed her legs and wiggled a bit. She then kissed him and whispered in his ear very softly, “I’m going to fuck you and I don’t want you to argue or to question me, I know what I want and I’m positive I won’t regret this later”.
So he took her face in his hands and kissed her with all he had. Softly and gently he made love to her with his mouth. As he was doing this she reached down and twisted her hips and with the tip of her fingers she pushed his prick up in line and then she slowly sank her pussy all the way down.
He couldn’t breathe it felt so good. He felt two different pussies this morning but this was a whole different world. Maybe it was the emotional part or the taboo, whatever all he knew is he could die right now with no regrets. He didn’t think life will ever bring him more joy than he was feeling right then.
She slowly rotated her hips up and down and her pussy ate his dick like candy. She melted all over him, moaning softly and he could tell she was in heaven too. He knew he would never again be able to feel anger at her. His wall was torn down and she owned him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with the fall out and at the moment he flat out didn’t care. He was too high in bliss to care about anything other than the feeling of her skin on his.
He let her set the pace and he could see her building towards her finish and he just prayed he could hold out that long. Then it hit her, he could feel her jerk and hear her moans and could swear her eyes rolled back into her head. She stopped moving and just melted all limp.
He held her tight to him and rolled her over onto her back. She didn’t protest or ever wiggle at first but after he made the first stroke or two she looked at him sorta like she was dreaming.
He smiled at her and said “Now you trust me” and started fucking her. He started off slow similar to the speed she was going at a minute ago but then he picked up the pace. She had this slack look on her face but she never took her eyes off him.
“Yes” she said, “yes, yes”. Her words matched his stroke; every time his pelvic bottomed out against her she would say it again. He got faster and faster and her words slurred into one long “yeseseseseseses” and then he died. And yes I mean died. His heart stopped and he just crashed down on her. He had an out of body experience and he could see himself from the ceiling. His pale white ass lying between her legs and his limp body just crushing her. He felt so bad for her though. How she was going to feel? How would she explain it to everyone? And the guilt she would carry the rest of her life man this sucks for her but then another part of him was smiling, what a way to go, right?