Page 153 of Mistaken Impression

I lean over her, taking my weight on my arms and push inside her, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as I join us. She takes my length, raising her hips and parting her legs wide.

“Take me… please.”

I nod my head, unable to speak, and pull almost all the way out, before I plunge back in, once… then twice before she screams, with pleasure not pain, her orgasm claiming her asshe thrashes wildly beneath me. She’s out of control, her head thrown back, her body convulsing, my name a constant cry on her lips… and all the while I hammer into her, harder and harder, until she finally calms, opens her eyes and smiles up at me.

“That was incredible,” she says.

“I noticed.” I keep moving, slowing the pace a little. “Did it feel different?”

“Yes. So much more intense… if that were possible.”

I stop moving and lower myself down just a little, my lips poised above hers. “Is that the first time you’ve come since…?”

“Yes.”

“You mean you haven’t touched yourself in all these months?”

“No.”

“Not once?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to… not without you.”

I kiss her, my tongue finding hers, claiming her as mine again, and when I lean back up, she looks into my eyes.

“What about you?” she asks.

I shake my head. “It wouldn’t have been the same.”

She reaches up, her hands on my shoulders. “We can forget about that now. We’re together again.”

“Yeah… we are.”

I pull out of her and she frowns. “Where are you going? I thought…”

“I’m not going anywhere… you are.”

She opens her mouth, but only manages a squeal, as I flip her over onto her front, pulling her up onto her knees, so she’s on all fours.

“I need to be deep inside you, Ella… as deep as I can go.”

She parts her legs and I settle between them, slamming into her so hard I almost lift her off of the bed. She drops hershoulders to the mattress, grabbing a handful of the covers and yells out a strangled, “Yes!”

Beads of sweat form on my chest and back as I take her, harder and harder, and she urges me on.

“I’m so close, Mac… so close.”

I can feel she is, and so am I. I grab her shoulders, pulling her up and onto me, her legs spread, so she’s astride me as I kneel back.

“Ride me… ride my cock.”

She raises herself up, slamming back down again, taking my entire length, and I reach around, one hand on the bump, the other below it, finding her clit and rubbing it… hard. She takes just a moment or two to clamp around my cock, her body tensing.

“I’m… I’m…”

She explodes, her body trembling, then spasming against mine. It’s more than I can take, and as she rocks back into me, I hold her there and let go deep inside her, giving her everything I’ve got… months and months of pent-up emotions spilling out of me.

We both take some time to calm, and all the while we do, I hold her in my arms, supporting her, until she gets her breath back.

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