Then going through the same motions again. And again. And again. She was a moaning mess now, her movements against his cock erratic. He sped up his circling motions and the rocking of her hips became desperate, the pitch of her moans increased, his erection straining painfully against his trousers. Then her body shook, her stomach spasmed, her head pressed back into the pillows as a scream of pleasure wrestled itself out of her throat. He pushed two fingers into her wet, velvety warmth, rubbing the fingertips against the sensitive spot he'd found out about some time ago, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. Her fingers digging into his thigh, cramping in the sheets, her legs spreading further and further, rocking up to meet his fingers, seeking more, more friction. Every movement of his fingers produced a squelching sound. He removed them from her, strings of her juice linking his two digits. He sucked them clean.
Her eyes fluttered open as he lifted himself off the bed. He made quick work of undressing himself fully and then crawled on top of her, arms to both sides of her head, his leaking cock trapped between their bodies. Nose ahead, he dove for her neck, breathing in her sleep, her very own scent. She arched her head to the side to give him better access and he started kissing his way up from her neck, to her jaw, until his lips met hers in a heartbreakingly needy, loving, urgent kiss. He felt her arms wrap around his body, pulling him closer to her. Their tongues tangled, exploring each other's mouths, he could feel the wet of his own precum against his belly.
He reached down with one hand, grabbed himself and let his length glide through her slick folds several times. Her legs spread further for him, her kisses becoming more urgent, almost aggressive. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, desire throbbing through his abdomen, and then pushed himself in slowly.
He had to break the kiss for air as her sopping heat moulded itself around his shaft. Her hands had wandered down to cup his ass, pushing him further in, holding him close. His face burrowed in the crook of her neck, her scent enveloped his senses as he began to thrust languidly into her. She started meeting him halfway, wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed his mouth onto hers, wanting to taste more of her.
They picked up the speed steadily, sweat started beading on his forehead -- he felt it running down his temples, vanishing into his beard. The sounds tumbling out of her fuelling the burning fire in his groin, their kisses becoming sloppier with the growing ecstasy.
He had to break the kiss regularly for air now. Then her muscles clamped down around him, his eyes screwed shut -- it was too much. His balls tightened, a white light exploded behind his eyes, he heard himself groan, his hips snapped forwards two, three, four, five more times, then he collapsed, only just managing to direct the mass of his weight to her side, breathing hard. His face against her neck, arm heavy over her stomach, legs tangled with hers. He felt her lips against his forehead, his temple, his nose. Her arms still wrapped around him, comfortingly brushing up and down his back.
Slowly, he regained control over his breathing. His mind started clearing. He lifted his face to hers and kissed her, trying to put all the love he felt for her into that one kiss.
Then his exhaustion took over and, encased in her arms, he slipped into a deep slumber.
