"Why did I just feel you twitch down there?"
"Why did you just say 'down there'?" I blushed. "Sarah. Say cock."
"What? Why?" My blush deepened. I knew if I could see a mirror, I'd have been virtually purple.
"You're a big girl now. Use your words. Come on."
"Why? I don't..." I paused as he shot me a dirty look. "Fine! Cock. You happy? Why did your cock just twitch? It did it again!"
"I guess it's feeling a little possessive."
"What?"
"I guess it likes the idea of being the first to do something with you."
"Ohhh."
"And it likes you talking dirty, apparently."
"Ack!"
"You're cute when you're magenta."
"Shut it!" I punctuated my exclamation with a kiss, stopping him from embarrassing me further. The truth was that the dirty talk was turning me on, too, but there was no way I was admitting to that after everything else today.
Steven's hands explored my back, hips, and the parts of my legs he could reach, his touch soft but careful not to tickle. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his cock against my abdomen, could feel my own moisture dripping down my leg. He broke the kiss, pushing me up to sit astride his thighs.
"One reason I like this position? My hands aren't occupied elsewhere." He reached up to my breasts, cupping and kneading them, thumbs flicking across my nipples periodically. As sensitive as they normally were, they were almost painfully so after all the earlier activity, and I gasped and thrust my chest forward, unable to tell if I wanted him to stop or keep going. My hips were involuntarily grinding against him, and he seemed to realize I wanted more; one hand slid down my belly, then further until he was able to wiggle it in between our bodies. As his fingers spread my lips, his thumb found my clit and I threw my head back, body writhing.
After mere seconds, I realized that I was on the verge of another orgasm.
"No. Wait. Not yet." I grabbed his wrists, and his hands stopped, the one between my legs reluctantly pulling away. I struggled to inch forward, feeling his erection slide down to where his hand had just been, my copious fluid coating the length of his cock. The head of it bumped my clit and I gasped, hips involuntarily thrusting against the stimulation. I started to raise myself up, to try to impale myself on him, but he shook his head and pulled me even further forward. I felt his length slip past my opening, and had a brief flashback to Luke having trouble with his aim. Using his hands to guide me, he kept my pelvis low but reversed the direction I was sliding. Firmly in the channel between my lips, I felt the head slide to where my opening was. Keeping me low had the effect of keeping his erection almost horizontal against his belly, and when he started to penetrate there was no pressure against my sensitive back wall.
He stopped me after less than an inch, and I realized that there was absolutely no pain. If anything, I felt almost desperate for more. As I broke his hold and started to slide backwards, he reached his slippery fingers down and starting rubbing my clit again, more insistently, and I almost immediately came. Fluid gushed down, liberally coating his cock, and I bucked my hips, three more inches disappearing inside me as I howled my release. Between his talented fingers on my nipple and my clit, and my suddenly pleasantly stretched pussy, I didn't relax even after the orgasm, the pleasure building again. His fingers set the pace, and I was soon sliding back and forth on his cock, mumbling incoherently, as more and more of his length vanished. Somehow he held his own hips still, though I could tell it took a lot of effort; he would let out a panted breath every time I thrust back, and a growl was rising in his throat.
He redoubled his efforts with his fingers, speeding the tempo even more, and with one last thrust I slammed my pelvis into his. He gasped my name, and I felt him erupt inside me, his fingers still mashing my clit. That was all it took for me, and I fell forward, thrashing and shuddering, as I came again. I collapsed onto his chest and I felt his arms encircle me. Every movement triggered a trembling aftershock - his fingers releasing my abused nipple, his hand sliding out from between our sweaty bodies, the added sensation of fullness as my pelvis tilted, then the slow subsiding of his erection and subsequent withdrawal. I sprawled bonelessly, sure I couldn't have moved if my life depended on it. I compared myself to a dishrag that had been wrung out, and knew the dishrag was probably less disheveled. I couldn't have felt more content.
"Sarah?"
I grunted in a most unladylike fashion.
"You okay, honey?"
"You have to ask? You remove my spine through my...through my cunt! Ha, I said it - and you have to ask me if I'm okay?"
"That's a yes?"
