She senses his impending orgasm and leaves him caressing his leg down to his toes as she lays her head down on the pillow that just happens to be at his feet and extending her foot up his side.
He is relieved and disappointed at the lack of release and finally realizes she is waiting for him. He sits up and crawls towards her with the hungry eyes like she did moments ago. The lack of release has awakened him from his pleasure stupor and as he approaches her he can smell she is wearing his favorite perfume thinking "how did I miss this before?"
He wants to feel her impaled on his rod badly. First, he also wants to show her the pleasure she showed him. He reaches her lips and kisses her deeply. They are both fighting hard against their animalistic urges to make this last. He begins to kiss her neck and she tries to wiggle out of her very wet panties. He brings her mischievous hands up to her sides wanting to unwrap his gift for himself as he kisses her breasts in the very revealing bra. Desperate for more direct attention to her need she pushes his shoulders down. Taking her hint and giving in to her desire he moves lower to more quickly reaching the lacy top of panties. He can smell her intoxicating pheromones and it almost drives him wild. He almost takes her in one quick motion by pulling her wet panties to the side. He regains control and slides the soaked panties down her legs.
She is watching him take down her panties with anticipation of his fingers doing their magic on her clit. She would give anything to get his fingers on it right now. She sees him notice how wet the panties are and wonders what he is waiting for now. He approaches from her toes with a look in his eye as he stops at her hips. He quickly hooks his arms under her legs and spreads them apart. He buries his face in her and laps her clit with his tongue. She realizes his intention moments before contact but it was not enough to steel herself against the intensity. She loves his tongue. It always feels so good to have him tasting her. Unfortunately, his beard, that she also loves, means no tongue. It really is a cruel choice to have to make. He shaved it off earlier that day for a costume party tomorrow and she is thankful to fate for that. She is at a loss for what he is doing with his tongue only that it feels amazingly good. She is writhing uncontrollably under his tongue and building toward what will be a thunderous climax. He can tell she is getting close, but instead of prolonging it he keeps on urgently wanting to feel the spasms of her joy on his face.
She senses the impending wave but is powerless to the pleasure. She continues to shudder uncontrollably as he continues his work. She is clutching at the sheet beside and behind her as the rest of her body is spasming, it crescendos with every muscle in her body going taut as she cries out uncontrolled. Waves of pleasure course through her and she is overwhelmed with the release. The endorphins are still rising as she realizes he did not stop. Another wave is approaching. She wants him to stop. The last one was too much. The intensity. Her tensed and aching muscles. She is powerless. She tries to hold on. Her knuckles whiten as they grip the sheets and her body thrashes. It reaches a fever pitch as an even larger wave slams into her. Self-preservation kicks in and a surge of adrenaline gives her the strength to sit up and push him down the bed to where he started. Straddling him, she guides him into her in one rapid motion.
He is surprised by the new strength awakened in her and is stunned by the sudden wave of pleasure as her burning, wet love canal consumes his throbbing rod. He goes instantly tingly in his hands and feet as they buck against each other. There is no holding back. There is no tenderness. Just animalistic intensity. The raw unbridled passion has finally been set free. She begins to pulse against him, as he moves in and out of her, the first sign of her rare climax from sex. His body begins to thrust without conscious thought. It is all instinct. He feels the pressure building, but his body thrusts on like an out of control train. He is scared by how powerless he is to control it. He continues driving flat out. She is riding him with every last ounce she has feeling the impending climax in herself knowing he is closing in on the same. They give it their last as their orgasms smash together. They feel like a lightning bolt has struck the room. Reeling from the orgasm the aftershocks roll through like thunder. She collapses next him his arm under her neck. He gives her a squeeze as they lay there panting. Unable to move they pass out their bodies lustrous in the room light.
