I watched his face above me, as his body worked in and out of mine. He stayed propped on his arms, his legs were bent toward me. Seeinghim sliding inside me threw my head back, spasmed my body, but i fought for control. Fought to see him. To watch him. I wanted to see his face.
Propped up like he was, it was shallow, and usually I liked it deep, but somthing about the angle or the depth, or lack of it, or the rythm, which was quick, so quick, began to bring me. I could feel it starting. I remembered in time to gasp, "When I go, you go."
His voice was strangely controlled, as if he were concentrating very hard on what he was doing. "You can cum more than once, I may not be able to."
I touched his face, held it light between my hands. "When I go , you go."
His eyes smiled down at me. "Agreed."
And suddenly there was no time for words, no time for anything. The orgasm tightened my body, then spread outward. I rode wave after wave of pleasure. His eyes went wide, as if they were surprised, and his breathign quickened, his body hesitated, paused almost, then he thrust himself deep inside me, and if I hadn't held his face he'd have thrown his head back, but I wanted to watch his eyes. They were almost frantic. His body spasmed, and tis time the argasm caught me unprepared and my hands lost his face, my eyes rolled back into my head and I screamed.
He collapsed on top of me and thrust as hard and sudden as he could. I shrieked under him and clawed at his back. He writhed on top of me. Writhing with his body still thrust deep inside mine, causing my nails to dig deeper. I set my teeth in his shoulder, screaming into his skin.
His breathing changed again, and when his body threw itself backward, in orgasm, I still had my teeth in his shoulder. He tore himself out of my mouth, and I was suddenly drowning in the taste of his blood. Sweet and salty and metallic. I let his blood rest on my tounge, licked it against the roof of my mouth, played with the taste, the texture, the warmth of it.
His mouth was suddenly on mine , his tongue pushing between my lips. He kissed me, hard and long and deep.
He drew back, and the smile on his face was fierce and joyous, a savage beauty.
Anyone out ther hard yet?
Propped up like he was, it was shallow, and usually I liked it deep, but somthing about the angle or the depth, or lack of it, or the rythm, which was quick, so quick, began to bring me. I could feel it starting. I remembered in time to gasp, "When I go, you go."
His voice was strangely controlled, as if he were concentrating very hard on what he was doing. "You can cum more than once, I may not be able to."
I touched his face, held it light between my hands. "When I go , you go."
His eyes smiled down at me. "Agreed."
And suddenly there was no time for words, no time for anything. The orgasm tightened my body, then spread outward. I rode wave after wave of pleasure. His eyes went wide, as if they were surprised, and his breathign quickened, his body hesitated, paused almost, then he thrust himself deep inside me, and if I hadn't held his face he'd have thrown his head back, but I wanted to watch his eyes. They were almost frantic. His body spasmed, and tis time the argasm caught me unprepared and my hands lost his face, my eyes rolled back into my head and I screamed.
He collapsed on top of me and thrust as hard and sudden as he could. I shrieked under him and clawed at his back. He writhed on top of me. Writhing with his body still thrust deep inside mine, causing my nails to dig deeper. I set my teeth in his shoulder, screaming into his skin.
His breathing changed again, and when his body threw itself backward, in orgasm, I still had my teeth in his shoulder. He tore himself out of my mouth, and I was suddenly drowning in the taste of his blood. Sweet and salty and metallic. I let his blood rest on my tounge, licked it against the roof of my mouth, played with the taste, the texture, the warmth of it.
His mouth was suddenly on mine , his tongue pushing between my lips. He kissed me, hard and long and deep.
He drew back, and the smile on his face was fierce and joyous, a savage beauty.
Anyone out ther hard yet?
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mrbeast:
Oh dad are we there yet?
clarkekid:
I got a little bit wet today.