There could not be better bliss than this Julie thought as she listened to the thunder from under his covers only a month later. He was deeply asleep, his body spooning her tightly against him. It was freezing outside the blanket. She thought back to yesterday with immense pleasure. Her body felt sore and heavy and wonderfully satisfied. But with the remembrance came desire.
God, she could not stop wanting him. No one had ever made her body feel so wonderfully sexy, so intensely fulfilled.
He stirred next to her, as though feeling her growing arousal. She moaned very lightly and backed even further against him, feeling his already huge cock start to grow. God that cock... no other could ever compete. His hands started massaging her lower back and moved slowly towards her thighs. He already knew her body so well. Around the third time they slept together he took his time to study every bit of her, from her feet to her neck, twisting her around and touching every bit of her legs, ass and back. That was a good hour.
He had mercifully long-stopped using a condom and she couldn't have been more thankful for that as he entered her with immense tenderness, finally she felt full, finally on the verge of satisfaction.
He started moving very slowly, all the way in, completely out and once again all the way in. He bit her shoulder and moved her from lying on her side to lying, legs spread, on her stomach. Raising her hips to every thrust she was already feeling close.
"Get on all fours." He ordered, his hands already directing her. His thrusts quickly became harder, faster deeper. How could he do this to her so quickly?
"Anthony... you're making me cum." She moaned and he slapped her ass hard.
"Not unless you want me to punish you again." For that he pulled all the way out and smashed himself into her hot wetness five excruciating times. He had punished her once for cumming without permission. For almost three hours he kept her on the edge of cumming. Only when she was begging him, crying in her frustration and aroused pain did he let her body be released in the most agonizing orgasm of her life.
Now, though a little tempted to be at it for three hours, she deliberately calmed her body, relaxed her muscles and breathed.
He kneaded her ass then gave her another sharp slap, making her gasp and push back against his cock. God he was incredible. She was sweating and moaning as each thrust, touching the exact right spot inside her, brought her closer and yet again closer.
She could feel he was close, his hands were more insistent, his movements faster. The fourth time she asked him for permission to cum he finally said yes. He pinned her to the mattress, impaling her with intense force until her pressure broke and her orgasm took full weight.
Crying out his name and clutching the sheets, she could not calm down for the longest time since he was still pounding her with his relentless cock.
"Fuck yes..." he moaned, pulling out suddenly and flipping her over. "Suck me Juliette." He breathed, his hand milking his cock.
In half a second she had him deep inside her mouth, now taking him almost down to the hilt.
"That's my girl." He said quietly as she felt his body tense. It was only seconds later that she felt his cock get impossibly harder and his seed was deposited deep in her mouth. She swallowed three times though he had still not stopped cumming.
She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth. His head was tilted back, his chest heaving, his muscles rippling. When he finally calmed down he pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her.
"Show me." He said breathlessly. She opened her mouth a little and he groaned, his cock giving a little twitch. "Now swallow."
She did as she was told and stayed looking at him, waiting for further instruction. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, knowing full well that the idea of him tasting himself on her tongue crazed her.
"Good morning." She smiled and he grinned.
"It could be no better."
She laughed and the two of them got up to take a shower.
He was standing behind her, his hands soaping up her chest and stomach, occasionally dipping into her warmth.
"Tell me your most private fantasy." He said, his fingers now playing insistently with her clit.
She shook her head. "It's privet, that's why it's so appealing."
He chuckled, now moving the showerhead down her body. She groaned even before the water touched her clit.
"I want to know." He bit her ear and adjusted the water spray, somehow knowing exactly the right place to leave it and let it do it's work.
She was bent over in seconds, crying out. His hand around her stomach was the only thing holding her up.
She still shook her head.
"Cum." He whispered to her. And in seconds she did.
He moved the water spray away from her for a few seconds, letting her catch her breath then asked her again, softly, there was no order though there was great manipulation in hearing the answer. "Tell me your fantasy."
She groaned as the water was put back. "Oh God Anthony... please."
"Please what?" he asked innocently.
She growled at him and he laughed, knowing her body well enough to feel her growing close once again. "I want to know so I can make it come true." He whispered to her.
Again she shook her head. He pressed the showerhead closer to her body, she was now nearly doubled over – completely unable to support herself.
"Cum." He said again and she whimpered. Her body gave up once more to the strength of her fifth orgasm of the day.
"No more..." she whimpered, now leaning back against his chest, her body shaking and her clit swollen.
"Tell me you fantasy Juliette."'
"No."
"You can't win this." He smiled and kissed her neck. "I will make you cum until you pass out."
She groaned and turned to him, trying to look serious.
He laughed. "Is it that dirty?"
"No." she blushed and turned. "But you can't fulfill it, so it doesn't matter."
"Really now...?" he replaced the water spray between her legs.
