The One Place...

His mind instead was concentrating only on her pussy, and the pleasure to be gained as well as given in touching her there. He felt her lips tentatively, seeking to discover how sensitive she remained from before. She squirmed immediately and her back arching a little. He touched her again, licking hungrily at the lips that concealed her secret opening, working his tongue up and down drawing more wetness from inside her, gradually prising her open as he forced a way between her lips. Unexpectedly, he grabbed at her bottom, pulling at her cheeks to make it that bit easier to bury his face against her pussy. In the next instant he was kissing and licking her forcefully, tongue pressing hard against her clit. Too hard - and she told him firmly not to stop, but at least to relent with his pressure.

She realised too that she was gripping a pillow with her hands, so tightly her fingers were aching. As his tongue returned to teasing instead of pressing against her clit, she unwound her fingers, allowing the many sensations of pleasure to infuse her body rather than let it become overwhelmed with the uncomfortable aches that had been briefly present.

"That's almost too good." She said, again appreciative of the lightness she could feel in the assurance of his touch. She felt desired, wanted -- and in return her body was demanding more. She felt close to orgasm, she was wavering on the very edge again. In her head playing mind games with herself to fight the strong urge to come. But it was feeling so good she wanted to let go, to grasp at the intensity of that unique physical pleasure. As his tongue nicked against her clit once more she trembled, sucked in a deep breath.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, her words were as bold as they were direct.

"Give me your cock, give it to me."

"I want it. I want to feel you inside me!! I want you to feel like you made me feel!!!"

Short, sharp expressions of her base desires with barely a breath between each, the language revealing of the demands of her lust. That was another of the many, many things he liked about her. Her often uninhibited -- and unexpected - freedom to express herself to him in ways that were neither shy, nor bashful.

Not that she had always been that way. Their early physical encounters were genuinely passionate, lustful, intensely exciting. But all too frequently had left him with the uneasy sense that she was holding herself back, keeping something from him, finding different ways to avoid letting herself go completely when they were together. That didn't matter now, he heard her words and was desperate to respond to them. Eager to sate his own lust.

He put a hand on her bottom for a moment, his other rested in his lap stroking over his swollen balls and the shaft of his stiff cock. He moved to lay upon her from behind, a little too high his cock was pressed between her bum cheeks. As he shifted he sensed her discomfort and rolled away from her to one side. Putting an arm around her body he pulled her onto her side and she could feel his erection nudging at the back of her legs. Excitedly she lifted her leg, reaching for his cock between her thighs and drawing the tip of it closer to her aching pussy. His arm wrapped around her, bringing her closer still, so that he could play with the soft mounds of her breasts. He was holding them a little more roughly than she liked, but she had more of a desire to rub the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing it along her lips so that it almost slipped inside, in between them. He was so hard, the sensations it gave bringing such a delicious feeling. She caught her breath as his fingers tugged on her sensitive nipples and again as he made the first thrust of his cock into her pussy. She was so slick it took no effort to bury it deep inside her. So wet that it dulled the sensation of her pussy to him as she tried to grasp his length from within. He rested there, holding her in a warm and intimate embrace, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear. Lovingly, showing her a great deal of sensitivity and tenderness.

"Fuck me!" she said again, her words as bold, but spoken more quietly, breathily than before.

"Just fuck me!!" she repeated in between breaths, as his hand massaged her breasts with a gentle firmness. Hearing her words, he held them more firmly but in a pleasurable way.

She grabbed his hand, placing it over her mound so that his fingertips grazed her clit. Sliding her hand under his she told him to hold her there. He drew back from her slowly before plunging his cock hard and deep back into her. Her body shuddered from the contact and she moaned excitedly. She was teasing her clit as he drew back again, slipping out from her momentarily, before pushing in hard and deep. Once more the force made her whole body shake and she couldn't contain a gasp for air, moaning with pleasure as she did so. She shifted her body to make it easier for him to penetrate her more deeply, pushing back at him as forcefully as she could as she did so. He did it again, and again, each time squeezing the breath from her body, each time more quickly than the last. His cock was so hard and he was being so hard with his thrusts. She was panting, trying with a desperation to suck in as much air as she could, all the time rubbing her clit feverishly but with a lightness that ensured it didn't hurt her too much.

She could feel against her neck that he too was breathing hard and fast. Mixed into his breaths a grunting that told her he was close to coming. He was holding her tight in his arms, moving his cock back and forth forcefully, though not aggressively. All the time trying to empty his head of thoughts to prolong his pleasure -- and hers. But his mind was consumed by the senses of how good it felt. The heat radiating from her body as he grasped her in his arms. The sound of their bodies slapping together as he thrusted deeply. The feeling of his cock buried and wrapped in her wetness. The hardness of her nipples under his hands as he searched for her breasts. The knowing that his balls were swollen and ready to let go of their load.

His thrusting slowed and he was deliberately holding himself just inside her. Easing back and forth with shallow, tender strokes. Holding himself back.

"Harder...!!!" she demanded and "Deeper! Oh God, I want you....DEEPER!!!"

If she could have seen herself, "in the moment", she would have seen her eyes tightly shut, her mouth agape and her flesh in places turned a deep pink from her excitement and exertion. She would have witnessed her breath held for a second or two, no more, when his climax began. Seen how the cheeks of her bottom trembled as his final thrusts shook her, driven as he was, his thighs tense and his butt taut in the effort of each thrust. She would have recorded the look on her face as she felt his come flooding inside her in bursts.

She would also have seen her whole body begin to jolt involuntarily, in spasms, as her orgasm began to surge through her and take her over. Short waves that became longer and ever more intense. Her breaths coming in brief gasps, mixed with her loud moaning and she felt her head pitching back and forth wildly. Her body felt almost alien to her - a sense of it almost being out of her control, even as far as being under someone else's control - as she grabbed at the sheet with both of her hands, her knuckles were turning white. Her clit was now much too sensitive to be touched and she left it well alone. She firmly pushed his hand away to make sure he wasn't touching it either.

He'd kept going through her climax but now they both felt the need to stop. He wanted to hold her, she needed to be held. She wanted to hold him, he needed to be held. He was pressed against her, she pushing back at him. His hold was firm rather than tight and she was grateful his grip on her breasts had loosened, freeing her nipples as they remained sensitive to touch. Inside she felt his cock softening gradually, the sensation of wetness -- his come mixed with hers -- seeping from her pussy as she began to relax her inner hold on him. After a while she reached for a couple of tissues from her bedside cabinet and quietly and discreetly cleaned up her thighs under the bed covers. She shifted her body a little in a bid to get comfortable again, causing him to roll away from her and lay on his back. But she still craved his warmth and turned to snuggle up to him as close as she could get, her head on his shoulder, an arm draped over his chest. She closed her eyes and in a few moments her breathing was matching his. Her nose taking in the scent of him which somehow made her want to press up against him even more.

Eventually the demands of the day could be held back no longer. Carefully she eased herself out of bed and stood to stretch out her limbs, looking at him resting, still sound asleep. Quietly she padded barefoot across the thick carpet, taking her bath robe from the back of the bedroom door and wrapping herself in it warmly, before she headed downstairs to start breakfast.

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