"Oh, dammit!"
A violent shudder ran through her as she passed the highest peak of her orgasm. Her skin shone with a light film of sweat. "Oh fuck," she moaned, eyelids fluttering shut, her head on the back of the sofa. Her fingers slowly let go of the upholstery, aching as the muscles relaxed and the blood began to flow back into them. Her legs shook as her climax receded, leaving her hot and panting.
"Baby, I love making you cum on my mouth." His head appeared from between her legs and he was wet from her sweet juices. He licked his lips and smiled at her, kneeling on the floor. She was beautiful, he thought, lying there sprawled on the sofa after her earth-shattering cum. He touched her, held her hips from below, rubbing his cheek on her thigh. She moaned when she felt his lips kiss the inside of her right thigh, then her left, and finally her open labia.
Her muscles twitched involuntarily and he felt it under his lips. This was what he loved about her – the way she responded so easily to his touches as if she were starved for physical contact. He made sure she was always satisfied, got whatever she wished for, every night, every day. She was more than worth it and he loved her for it. Her body was not perfect, but it was beautiful to him. He could drive her mad with his fingers, soothe or punish her with his tongue; and, oh, his cock! How she loved his magnificent cock. It was neither big nor small, it was just right for her and he knew how to use it and give it to her the way they both liked it.
A few more deep breaths and she would want it, he knew. Even though her climax drained her, she would ask for more. Her desire, her pure lust for him and her passion awed him every time. It made him hard just to think about it now and he could almost feel her tightness around his cock.
Slowly he raised himself up off the floor and kissed his way up her belly, between her heaving breasts, placed a kiss on each nipple before proceeding to her collarbone and up the tender skin of her throat. His tongue licked at the fresh salt of her spent desire and sampled the tastes of her jaw, her ear, her cheekbone, an eye. His lips pressed against her forehead briefly and wandered to her nose until, at last, they reached her own.
She moaned in his kiss and he slipped next to her on the sofa, hugging her to him, feeling the last tremours course through her body. Leaning against him, she breathed deeply and he could hear the quietest of moans each time she exhaled. He smiled, knowing he had given her utmost pleasure. His hardness throbbed against her wrist which lay loosely in his lap. Their pulses joined in this rare and precious moment of rest.
He kissed her temple pulled her before him, settling her between his legs with her back resting against him. He slung his arms around her and rocked her gently, kissing her neck. She felt so safe in his arms this way, and she needed to be this close to him at the moment she was most vulnerable.
"I love you, baby," he whispered in her ear. Her body arched against him in response. "Love the way you feel." An arm under her breasts, he moved his other hand down her soft belly until his fingertips touched her neat bush. She moved and spread her legs a little again, her hands holding the arm that gripped her securely. Her eyes were still closed, he saw, and he slipped his fingers lower, collecting the wetness of her love. For a moment she moaned and closed her thighs around his hand. She was so sensitive now even though he only traced her lips. But very soon she opened herself to him again, allowing his fingers to caress her secret places. Yes, she wanted him again, she needed him so much, he could feel it. The way her body moved against him, her hips pushing towards his hand – yes. She wanted him now. A desperate moan escaped her throat and he knew he could not let her wait much longer.
"Do you want to feel a hard, hard cock, baby?" His fingertip circled her swollen clit. "Tell me, baby. Is that what you want now? Something thick pushing its way so deep inside you it will make you scream for more?"
Her movements changed. They became more urgent, stronger. She was still exhausted, but the fire in her loins could not be quenched so easily. She moaned for his cock, wordless, the pitch of her voice telling him everything he needed to know. His fingers teased her clit and then pushed deep inside her cunny where they felt her gripping them, trying to keep them there to pull them in further. But he pulled out again, drawing a frustrated groan from her.
Her hands were on his thighs, she could feel his cock throbbing against her back, so hot for her. She squirmed against it. "I want you," she gasped at last. "Please give it to me. I need it now, so badly, so badly." She sounded close to tears with a lust that consumed her utterly. He kissed her neck again and cupped her pussy in his palm. Both hands held her in place before him on the couch.
"Does your little cunny need cock," he teased her.
"Yes."
"Do you want to feel your pussy spreading open, wider and wider as hot, hard flesh pierces you?"
"Oh yes, please."
"Will you be able to take it, baby? Can you take a hard and thick cock all the way inside your sexy body for me?"
She shivered in anticipation, grinding against his palm. He felt her heart beating faster. "Make me take it, baby! Please. Please make me take your cock."
"You want my cock?"
