I had cum so much, more than I had ever cum before. My juices saturated the linens, a dark, glossy puddle that gave testimony to the amazing time I’d just had. The sheets clung to the mattress in sticky patches, the scent of us thick in the air—salt, musk, the faint sweetness of my own release. “I can’t believe that was all me,” I exclaimed, still relishing the contact of his skin against mine, the way his chest rose and fell under my palm. He smiled at me, showing me further evidence of my libidinous delights. His cock was coated with my juices, glistening from root to tip, as if SHE couldn’t hold anything in at all… oh yes, it was all me. A thin strand stretched between us when he shifted, and I watched it catch the light before it broke.
We hit the showers together, slowly soaping each other under the warm spray of water. Danny loves frolicking in the bathroom and I couldn’t help but get turned on again as his cock rose to attention the minute I was all wet. Steam fogged the glass, the tiles slick under my feet. I poured gel into my hands and ran them over his shoulders, down the ridges of his stomach, then lower, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking until he was fully hard and throbbing in my grip. The water sluiced gently over us as I bent down and took him in my mouth, slowly and gently sucking his balls and sac, licking and savoring his hard member. I rolled my tongue under the head, tasting the clean water mixed with the salt of his skin and the lingering flavor of me. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him again. I didn’t have to worry. He watched me intently, one hand braced on the wall, the other resting on the back of my head, not pushing—just feeling. His gaze stayed locked on my slick derriere with water spraying gently off it, droplets racing down the curve of my ass and disappearing between my thighs. He got harder and thicker by the second and I could tell that he was more than ready for me again.
And SHE was more than ready for him. I leaned forward and turned my back to him, grabbing his cock and leading him into my waiting walls. The stretch was immediate, hot and full, my body still sensitive from earlier. He pounded slowly at first, letting me once again adjust to his girth. Each careful thrust pushed a soft sound from my throat. The water steamed around us, warming us and wetting us with coils of passion. He drew me closer, one arm locked under my breasts, the other hand sliding down to cup me where we joined. He thrust deeper in me with one motion and making my nipples harder against his forearm. He kissed the back of my neck, my back as his cock caressed me intimately, making me moan in desire. I started thrusting backwards, driving him into me with fierce impunity. My butt was hitting his torso with the full force of my passion, the wet slap of skin on skin loud under the shower. I needed this, wanted this, more than the air that I breathed. My fingers slipped on the tile as I braced myself, knees bending, ass tilting higher so he could sink all the way in.
Danny lifted himself up then, onto the ledge of the bathtub, still plunging deeply into me. The angle was perfect—deeper, sharper, hitting that spot that made my thighs shake. Within seconds I was coming again, managing to still stand up with sheer force of will as my climax rolled upon me. Heat flooded my belly and radiated outward; my walls fluttered and clenched around him in rhythmic pulses while I gasped his name. He kept on moving until it was complete, hips rolling in short, steady strokes that drew every last tremor out of me. With one hand he shut the water off, then grabbed a towel and led me to the bed, drying me slowly with the towel, then touching me again. He dragged the soft cotton down my arms, over my breasts, between my legs, lingering until I was pushing into his hand.
He thrust his fingers down my pussy and worked wonders as he watched me. Two fingers, then three, curling just right while his thumb circled my clit. I bucked against him, unable to stop the torrent of passion that laced through my blood. My hips lifted off the mattress, chasing every stroke. Danny knew the moment I started tightening against him that I was about to come again and he replaced his finger with his cock, catching my orgasm right then and there. The sudden fullness sent me over the edge. My pussy clenched tightly around him and I cried out, clutching wildly at the bedsheets. With one hand he held mine imprisoned as he started thrusting in me gently, knowing that although SHE wanted attention, SHE was probably tender by now. His pace stayed careful, deep but controlled, letting me ride the aftershocks without overwhelm.
As he thrust he was talking to me, telling me that he loved me, would always love me. “You are the only One,” he said over and over again, bringing tears to my eyes and screams of pleasure to my lips. His voice was rough, low, right against my ear. He kissed me, twirling his tongue with mine in an erotic dance that made me dizzy with ecstasy. I lost myself for a moment, just trying to capture that perfect moment, unbelieving that I was actually living it, that it wasn’t just a dream. My free hand tangled in his hair; my legs wrapped higher around his waist.
The hard length of him throbbing deeply in me reminded me that it was all too true. And all too good. SHE tightened around him, demanding more attention, more thrusts, more passion. He complied instantly, driving himself in me deeply, rocking the whole bed, the room, the house with the force of his thrusts. The headboard knocked the wall. A picture frame crashed to the floor and I didn’t even notice, and my books hurtled to the floor right behind it. I lifted my legs high, as high as they could go and he took as much as I gave, unceasing in the pleasure that he was trying to give me. Sweat slicked our bodies now; every slide of skin felt electric. His thumb found my clit again and the dual sensation pushed me right to the brink once more.
I drew him closer, bringing his head to mine and told him that I loved him, that I loved this, that I loved us. I fought the tears of joy from falling down my cheeks and buried my face in his hair, hiding them from him. We both came simultaneously then, in a stunning crescendo of beauty and passion that left us both… lifeless. His cock pulsed inside me as he spilled deep, and I shattered around him, waves crashing until I could only cling and shake. We stayed locked together long after, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other.
That was my birthday gift.
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