Once again, he felt the sensation of an orgasm with her desperate tone which brought him to a stop. He slumped a bit and froze while holding on with might to stave off his orgasm one last time. Finally, he released a labored breath. This was the woman he was raising children with. In every respect he adored her. To him she was a light in the dark and the dream in his nightmares.
He had to keep her.
Gasping out exhaustedly, Cherish had to gain her bearings. Her pussy twitched as he dragged his cock out of her again. She was about to sit up and tell him how incredible he was. Lo and behold, Simon Gabot wasn’t finished. Taking a hold around her body, he rolled her over with him. Now on the bed, her hot back was pressed against his chest. At first, Cherish thought she was faced the wrong way, but Simon put an end to that thought as soon as it started.
He bent his knees, propped himself at her entrance, and entered her again. A long, weak moan sighed from his lips amid his craving. Her breasts were upturned in the cool air towards the ceiling. His hand gripped and kneaded a heavy tit in experienced motions. Her head tilted back over his shoulder and his cheek rested against her neck.
Cherish’s moans were weak. Her energy was already spent from the day. Her legs fell back and the hot, swollen spot between her legs pulsated. His hips worked like rapid fire while she rocked against him. Reaching up, he lightly gripped her neck before he sensually felt down between her cleavage, stomach, and finally reached her clit. Between her lips his middle finger stroked against that sensitive pearl while he turned his head and buried his face into her hair; in absolute bliss. Cherish’s eyes curled in, “Fuck. Sh-shit.” She panted out, “I-I’m going cum. A-A-Again.” She whispered hoarsely as her jaw fell open.
Simon had grown exhausted, but he felt fresh from being limber in bed again. He soaked in the pleasure that weakly sang from her lips. At his limit, he couldn’t handle much more of her slippery, hot tunnel before he’d blow. His face was boiling, and her curls clung to his cheek and brow. Working her clit in circles, he could feel her entire body gear up. Her sex pulled tight and milked his dick. As his eyes rolled back, he heaved out in lust saturated breaths as he fucked right into his orgasm, “Cum on me. Cum on this dick.” He repeated right on the verge.
By the time he finished his sentence, Cherish had already blacked out and rode through the strongest orgasm she’d felt in a long, long time. His masculine form embraced her from below. Her curves felt luscious on his body and that was his breaking point. With her quaking spasms, Simon’s mouth released an odd groan. One that painted how he endured the best pleasure in his life after being suppressed for so long. The release numbed his mind and he pulled out in time.
His cock rode against her lips and spewed thick globs of white above her clit. Every shaken pant he released emitted a pool of semen on the hood of her sex. His muscles relaxed and his arms fell limp around her.
Panting, Simon attempted to get his breath back while he relished in his afterglow. Lazily, her body slid off his and onto the messy sheets. His arm served as her pillow and he slowly turned his head. Watching her in that moment, his stress was alleviated, his passions were satisfied, and his desires were fulfilled.
Panting, she stared up at the ceiling and basked in mind blown exhaustion. She could feel his stare and her brown eyes tilted down to his face, “W-was it good?” She sighed out in a half pant. Honestly, she wanted to know because, before him, she was met with insults after Todd got what he wanted.
Simon stared at her in those sweet, brown eyes and took time with an answer. The question was displaced so he had to ponder about why she felt the need to ask. His chest rose and fell heavily as he shut his eyes, “The best.” He sighed in a relaxed state. Rolling over, he set his palm on her side and bit his lip. He knew exactly why his parents called him stupid. His finger grazed down the side of her arm, “Did I hurt you?” He questioned with a bit of concern.
Mimicking him and turning on her side, Cherish wasn’t worried about the sheets. They were torn to hell and she’d wash them in the morning. Shaking her head, she clasped her hands together and placed them under her head as a pillow. She crossed one ankle over the other and smiled. Her gaze dropped down to where his finger lingered on her stomach momentarily, “N-no it was the best for me too.” She said.
Simon grinned. Finally, it happened and thankfully, wasn’t as awkward as he feared it would be. In fact, they returned to a place of comfort.
Unable to stop her smile, she then leaned her face closer to his and whispered; the quietest she’d been in the last thirty minutes, “Do you think the kids heard us?” She asked.
Simon’s expression blanked. Shit, they had kids. He forgot. In the past half hour, he forgot about the children and waking them up. Blinking, he reached his body over hers, and grabbed the baby monitor. Cherish pressed her head against his. At first there was faint static which was soon followed by a
