Slowing down the motions of his hand, he waited until the aftershocks ended and she’d grown limp before withdrawing, sliding his fingers over her ass and up her back, leaning down so he could turn her head and kiss her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, the need to taste her fierce and consuming.
She responded, if a bit slowly, still boneless from her orgasm, turning the kiss from scorching to languorous, her tongue sliding against his rather than wrestling for dominance like she sometimes did. He loved all of it, all the variations of her kisses, the ways her body responded to him, the ways she gave herself to him, trusting him, even though he’d screwed up more than once and probably would again.
Breaking away, he stood up and stripped. “Fuck. Condom.” She just gave him a lazy smile from where she lay on the couch and pointed over her head at the end table behind her. He stepped forward and saw a strip of condoms lying there. He tore one off, opening it and rolling it on, before looking down at her. “You’re fucking awesome, Hannah.”
She smiled again and reached for him. “So are you, Matt. Now, I thought you were going to fuck me. Isn’t that what we decided?”
He gave her a wicked smile in return, kissing her deeply, but not settling on top of her. Yet. He fully intended to fuck her brains out, but he wanted to draw it out, knowing it would be so much better for both of them if he did. “Oh, you think you’re in charge now, naughty girl? I think maybe you need a tongue lashing in addition to your spanking.”
Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, he’d moved down, grasping her thighs and holding them back, turning her so he could kneel on the floor and have access to her, licking over all her pink flesh. Whatever she might’ve said was lost in a drawn out moan.
He went right to work, wanting her to come again before he fucked her. Two orgasms was the most he’d ever given her in one session. Today he was going for at least three. One of these days he needed to find a place where he could tie her up and just make her come again and again until she begged him to stop. That thought spurred him on, and he drove her higher until she crested the peak and rode down the other side, her thighs straining under his hands.
While she was still spasming, he gave her one last lick and stood, surging into her, her knees still up by his shoulders.
Her head came up off the couch cushion, and her eyes went wide. “Oh, God! Oh my God.” Her chest heaved, but he didn’t stop, plunging in and out in a relentless rhythm, forcing her orgasm to continue. He had to grit his own teeth and think about complex math problems to keep from coming too soon.
When she relaxed under him, he slowed, stopping altogether for a minute to gather himself, too close to the edge and not ready for it to be over yet. He guided her legs down into a more relaxed position and kissed her in the same unhurried manner as after her previous orgasm. He began to move in her again, slow and steady, making love to her now more than fucking her. When she started to move with him again, her skin flushed, her breath coming faster and shallower, he stopped and pulled out. She let out a moan of protest.
“Up and over. On your knees, hands on the arm of the couch.” He still wanted to get her to come at least once more, and he knew that taking her from behind was the best way to do it. She always came hard and fast this way, with his cock hitting her from the inside and his fingers able to reach around and rub her clit.
She groaned again but did as he asked, flipping over and getting into position as fast as she could. “Please, Matt. I was starting to get close again. Don’t tease me.”
He gave her a light smack on the ass before easing inside her again. He wanted to slam into her, but he would finish too fast if he let himself go like that. Keeping the pace slow like before, he watched her take him in again and again, loving the way that looked with her pink ass in the air in front of him. When he got too close again he had to close his eyes to block out the visual, picking up the pace a little because he couldn’t help himself. Hannah’s moans grew louder and longer, and he leaned over her, his hand sliding over her hip and down between her thighs. She adjusted, making room for his hand. He cupped her, sliding his fingers between her lips, gently sliding over her clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes.
He paid close attention to her reactions, her breathing and moaning, and the way her muscles tightened, tension coiling in every part of her body. When he knew she was close, he let go of his control, his fingers fast and furious between her legs, his hips hammering against her ass. Letting out a wordless cry, she spasmed around him, pushing her ass back into him, and her orgasm sparked his own. With a long groan he pushed through his own release, spilling himself into the condom inside her. God, she felt so good.
