She wanted more from me and my lad, and that was pretty much all I needed to know. Lad was willing, ready and able. Time to let him go again.
We’d been shagging determinedly since she showed me her tattoo in the shower. Making love so many times, I couldn’t imagine she wasn’t sick of me by now. Not a condom in sight. Felt too good going bare inside her to even consider. I hoped she didn’t mind if we had lots of kids because I’d never wrap up again with her.
But, by some miracle, she wasn’t sick of me, because she her eyes didn’t lie. She had the look I remembered from long ago.
My beautiful girl was perfect in every way, and she showed me just how perfect by welcoming me every time. Every f**kin’ time. And it was so good. So good it belied words for expression.
How blessed was I.
“And I can do this,” I murmured roughly, finding her hands with mine and bringing them up over her head, pinning her underneath me, preparing her body to take me in.
She gasped in a breath, her eyes flaring up at me in submissive passion, her lips parting on the gasp.
I thrust deeply— as far as I could go—the swift, sweet burn of her tight inner muscles clenching around my cock, in a sensation of pleasure so intense, it pulled a shout from me.
“Ahh, yes!” she cried, accepting the whole hard length, and curling her fingers into mine where they intertwined.
I was lost. We could do this over and over and each time it felt better, more intimate, more effortless in the way we moved together, greater perfection in the way she accepted me.
We went slower, at a more leisurely pace, but no less intense than the other times. Making love to Elaina was not something to be rushed after all. I would always want to make it last.
I held her arms up with one hand and filled her with as much of me as I could manage. Cock, tongue, the fingers of my other hand. Whatever I could lick, penetrate, suck, or touch on her body, and still keep the pace.
I wanted another explosive climax out of her. I wanted to see the orgasm on her face when it happened. I wanted to feel the convulsive grip around my cock, and to hear the words she used to shout at me when she came.
The words.
I wanted the words from my Cherry, again.
Words that meant everything to me in regards to us.
Our rhythm increased, long slick slides of coming together, then moving apart before colliding into each other again and again and again.
I helped her along by circling her swollen clit with two fingers.
“I’m—I’m…c-c-coming,” she moaned with the softest whisper, “Neil...”
Such a beautiful sound and so f**kin’ sexy, it made me start to go off. My balls tightened up the instant she told me, rendering me a slave to her sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around my swelling cock.
Say it, Cherry. Say the words to me.
I kept going, plunging harder…faster…deeper.
She started to shudder and shake. Her mouth opened in an O and her head fell back, pushing out her br**sts in a beautiful arch.
Say it!
I could feel the contractions of her walls gripping and the burn down low, right before the spunk shot up the shaft.
Fuckin’ say it, beautiful girl. I was gonna die if I didn’t hear the words from her.
“I love you!” she cried.
“Again,” I returned, still riding her hard.
“I love you so much, Neil.”
I shattered.
There is no other word to express my experience in that moment. The orgasm shattered me. Elaina’s declaration shattered me. My love for Elaina, and her acceptance of that love, shattered me. My Elaina loving me back, shattered me.
We crystalized together in a volcanic culmination of intimacy and pleasure that could only be felt. No description possible.
Minutes later we were still panting. Bodies still joined, hearts still pounding, separated only by the skin and bone that encased them.
****
“I see something worrying you on that beautiful face of yours.” I traced her brow and then moved down her jaw, and finally to her lips, which were puffy and red from what I’d been doing to them for hours. “What is it?”
“You have to drive me home soon.” She yawned sleepily.
Umm…I have you naked in my bed. Do you think I am f**kin’ stupid, beautiful girl? I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face. “Well, I think you must have forgotten something you said to me earlier then.”
“I’m sure I said a great deal of things to you earlier.”
“You did. Things like ‘yeeees’, ‘don’t stop’, and ‘give me more of your big cock, baby.’”
She poked me in the ribs and tried to get in a tickle but I grabbed her hand, knowing I was in for a lifetime of sneak attacks now that she knew my secret.
“You pompous idiot, I did not say that,” she laughed.
“But this one I have in writing, Cherry. You sent me an email at precisely 2:58 pm that said, and I quote, ‘if you think I’m allowing you to drive me home tonight you are dreaming.’”
She smiled as understanding dawned and shook her head at me. “You still haven’t worked it out quite right, mister. What I actually said was that you were ‘bloody’ dreaming.”
I couldn’t resist a kiss and gettin’ in a good handful of her perfect arse cheeks, pulling her against my hips so she could feel what her body did to mine.
“Ahh, right you are. So in deference to your earlier wishes, I’m going to have to turn you down now, on taking you home.”
“Hmm…well, you are a very conflicted person then, aren’t you?” She raised a brow and clucked at me.
“No. Not at all. Why do you say that?”
“I seem to remember that I told you to ‘leave me alone’ as well, and you certainly ignored that request.” She pointed her eyes down below my waist where my c**k was half-hard again. “Obviously.”
She laughed out loud, the sound of her making me so happy. Hearing the easiness in her, knowing we could amuse each other with silly idiotic comments and teasing, was incredible.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” she said.
“But I’m still not taking you home.”
She frowned at me and pulled her lip into a pout. “I have no clothes for work in the morning.”
“Where are your clothes from today?”
“I suppose they’re still in my bag in the ladies locker room down at the training facility where you seduced me.”
We’d been shagging determinedly since she showed me her tattoo in the shower. Making love so many times, I couldn’t imagine she wasn’t sick of me by now. Not a condom in sight. Felt too good going bare inside her to even consider. I hoped she didn’t mind if we had lots of kids because I’d never wrap up again with her.
But, by some miracle, she wasn’t sick of me, because she her eyes didn’t lie. She had the look I remembered from long ago.
My beautiful girl was perfect in every way, and she showed me just how perfect by welcoming me every time. Every f**kin’ time. And it was so good. So good it belied words for expression.
How blessed was I.
“And I can do this,” I murmured roughly, finding her hands with mine and bringing them up over her head, pinning her underneath me, preparing her body to take me in.
She gasped in a breath, her eyes flaring up at me in submissive passion, her lips parting on the gasp.
I thrust deeply— as far as I could go—the swift, sweet burn of her tight inner muscles clenching around my cock, in a sensation of pleasure so intense, it pulled a shout from me.
“Ahh, yes!” she cried, accepting the whole hard length, and curling her fingers into mine where they intertwined.
I was lost. We could do this over and over and each time it felt better, more intimate, more effortless in the way we moved together, greater perfection in the way she accepted me.
We went slower, at a more leisurely pace, but no less intense than the other times. Making love to Elaina was not something to be rushed after all. I would always want to make it last.
I held her arms up with one hand and filled her with as much of me as I could manage. Cock, tongue, the fingers of my other hand. Whatever I could lick, penetrate, suck, or touch on her body, and still keep the pace.
I wanted another explosive climax out of her. I wanted to see the orgasm on her face when it happened. I wanted to feel the convulsive grip around my cock, and to hear the words she used to shout at me when she came.
The words.
I wanted the words from my Cherry, again.
Words that meant everything to me in regards to us.
Our rhythm increased, long slick slides of coming together, then moving apart before colliding into each other again and again and again.
I helped her along by circling her swollen clit with two fingers.
“I’m—I’m…c-c-coming,” she moaned with the softest whisper, “Neil...”
Such a beautiful sound and so f**kin’ sexy, it made me start to go off. My balls tightened up the instant she told me, rendering me a slave to her sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around my swelling cock.
Say it, Cherry. Say the words to me.
I kept going, plunging harder…faster…deeper.
She started to shudder and shake. Her mouth opened in an O and her head fell back, pushing out her br**sts in a beautiful arch.
Say it!
I could feel the contractions of her walls gripping and the burn down low, right before the spunk shot up the shaft.
Fuckin’ say it, beautiful girl. I was gonna die if I didn’t hear the words from her.
“I love you!” she cried.
“Again,” I returned, still riding her hard.
“I love you so much, Neil.”
I shattered.
There is no other word to express my experience in that moment. The orgasm shattered me. Elaina’s declaration shattered me. My love for Elaina, and her acceptance of that love, shattered me. My Elaina loving me back, shattered me.
We crystalized together in a volcanic culmination of intimacy and pleasure that could only be felt. No description possible.
Minutes later we were still panting. Bodies still joined, hearts still pounding, separated only by the skin and bone that encased them.
****
“I see something worrying you on that beautiful face of yours.” I traced her brow and then moved down her jaw, and finally to her lips, which were puffy and red from what I’d been doing to them for hours. “What is it?”
“You have to drive me home soon.” She yawned sleepily.
Umm…I have you naked in my bed. Do you think I am f**kin’ stupid, beautiful girl? I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face. “Well, I think you must have forgotten something you said to me earlier then.”
“I’m sure I said a great deal of things to you earlier.”
“You did. Things like ‘yeeees’, ‘don’t stop’, and ‘give me more of your big cock, baby.’”
She poked me in the ribs and tried to get in a tickle but I grabbed her hand, knowing I was in for a lifetime of sneak attacks now that she knew my secret.
“You pompous idiot, I did not say that,” she laughed.
“But this one I have in writing, Cherry. You sent me an email at precisely 2:58 pm that said, and I quote, ‘if you think I’m allowing you to drive me home tonight you are dreaming.’”
She smiled as understanding dawned and shook her head at me. “You still haven’t worked it out quite right, mister. What I actually said was that you were ‘bloody’ dreaming.”
I couldn’t resist a kiss and gettin’ in a good handful of her perfect arse cheeks, pulling her against my hips so she could feel what her body did to mine.
“Ahh, right you are. So in deference to your earlier wishes, I’m going to have to turn you down now, on taking you home.”
“Hmm…well, you are a very conflicted person then, aren’t you?” She raised a brow and clucked at me.
“No. Not at all. Why do you say that?”
“I seem to remember that I told you to ‘leave me alone’ as well, and you certainly ignored that request.” She pointed her eyes down below my waist where my c**k was half-hard again. “Obviously.”
She laughed out loud, the sound of her making me so happy. Hearing the easiness in her, knowing we could amuse each other with silly idiotic comments and teasing, was incredible.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” she said.
“But I’m still not taking you home.”
She frowned at me and pulled her lip into a pout. “I have no clothes for work in the morning.”
“Where are your clothes from today?”
“I suppose they’re still in my bag in the ladies locker room down at the training facility where you seduced me.”
