The Bad Behavior of a Green-Eyed Girl.
"Auhh!"
The glorious sensation of my orgasm begins to fade, as I half-open my green eyes to glance about the motel room. A shadowy dimness engulfs the writhing bodies of me and my lover, as the pulled curtains; block all but a single shaft of paltry light. I can see the looming forms of motel furniture and a television that we've yet to use; they are the only silent witnesses to the dark, secret-goings-on of this now, familiar room.
The work clothes, that only minutes ago, still clad my body, now lie in a jumbled mass upon the floor, along with those of my secret lover.
"Auhh...gawd!"
The bed creaks as my lover shifts his weight, pressing himself hard against my rounded hips. I can't help but shut my eyes and gasp aloud as my wet pussy absorbs the pleasure of his thick cock, driving continuously into me.
For a few precious moments of time, I enjoy my lover and celebrate him not only by sharing my thirty year old body, but also, basking him in the eternal love of my racing heart. I wish this moment of devotion and warmth could last forever, but time, seemingly always my enemy, is squarely set against me today and in the back of my mind, I wonder of its quick elapse.
"Auhh...uhh...mmph!"
Hard thrusts now bear down on me and with each rhythmic push of my lover's cock into my body, a soft, whimper of bliss escapes from my parted lips.
As if in response, my lover groans into my ear and I smile, joyfully understanding a great measure of the shared pleasure. He slides a strong hand up my pale thigh, gripping my leg firmly at the bend of my knee. In reaction, I press the calve of my free leg, firmly against his backside, locking our joined bodies as we instinctively continue to move as one.
I turn my head as my lover buries his face against the side of my neck and without conscious thought, my caressing hands slide from his heavy shoulders to gently cradle his head against me.
With each of my lover's desperate grunts I can sense his hot breath, billow against my neck and feel the sandpaper-like scratch of his scruffy chin against my pale flesh. His breathy groans, now ripe with pleasure are fully expressed to me and I know with certainty that my lover is getting, close.
Although I have only been with my lover a few times I am already able to read him sexually and am fully aware that I will not have another orgasm, not this time—only the one. Despite this mildly, disappointing revelation, my heart is still given to complete joy, because this man, writhing atop me, this two-hundred-plus pound vessel of flesh, blood and bone, is the most wonderful person I have ever known.
My lover's hand; already upon my ass, grips its ample flesh, clutching it with firm strength that I could never possess. His body drives against mine; his groaning cries; building to a crescendo, whilst is throbbing-cock, buried deep within me, urgently pleads for release.
With an abrupt, jerk into my body, my lover's heavy form tenses against me and I feel him cum—pulsing. The orgasmic grunt from his alluringly-deep voice, gradually falters into a whispery moan of fading ecstasy—breathy echoes into my ear. As his cock spasms within me I smile, gleeful over the erupting, gush of cum that his body gifts into mine. For a few moments our conjoined bodies undulate together, instinctively making the utmost of our physical union; mutually-satisfying some animalistic, primal urge.
Gradually, my lover's thrusts subside; his now, almost painful grip on my ass is mercifully swept away, even as my legs release their tense lock on his physical form. With my open thighs still accommodating his body, my lover lifts his head and gazes into my loving eyes—I adore him. I wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead and he responds by giving me the same eye-twinkling smile I have known my entire life.
