I paused, and gratefully watched her hips move backwards, seeking that contact again. Giving it to her, I slowly inserted myself all the way in in one stroke, saying, “So, for me, not dirty per se, but damnably erotic.”
And it was. I was a bit too high, so I lifted up her hips a bit to get fully in, and that was great. I felt my orgasm building from far within, and while I’d thought I’d hold off more, exploring positions and such with her, my cock and balls had different ideas. I think she could hear me start to gulp in bigger breaths as I increased my speed a bit, my pressure on bottoming out a lot. Ramming speed, aye, aye. Almost finally, I let go of her hips and leaned over her, grasping her breasts and squeezing as my coming came.
I was wiped slick – out of breath, out of strength, collapsing on her back at the end, hands full of breasts, hunched over to avoid slipping out, frustrated in my inability to stay fully impaled, but pretty helplessly, totally satisfied at the same time. I may have cried out – I’m sure she knew I was coming, and my hips kept on fucking, my nature trying not to waste any sperm in the act, until I was totally drained.
I finally rolled off, pulling her back into a cuddle, my thigh pressed into her cunt, her leg draped across me. “I’m wasted,” I said happily, lying back, eyes closed, just luxuriating, one arm holding her to me, one wrapped across her leg as if keeping her from getting away.
“Mmm. Me too, for the moment. There will be more moments though, right?” I heard her ask.
“I will consider it a familial obligation – least I can do,” I chuckled, and she poked me playfully in the ribs, and we lay there together, just fine with each other, and a month left in the summer, too!
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