Page 31 of Their Stolen Kisses
I didn’t waste any more of our time by asking if she was sure. I could feel how much she wanted me through her hips, hands, and mouth. Her body relaxed under mine while I finished undressing us, and her hands freely roamed my body, learning what I liked and even pulling my hands closer to show me what she liked.
Without losing our embrace or breaking a long kiss, I felt my tip line up with her sweet, tight hole and pushed my hips forward. Tight… she was so tight, and I had to pull myself from bliss long enough to look down at her face and make sure she was okay.
Slowly, I started moving in and out, getting a little deeper with each thrust. Our hips touched. I couldn’t go deeper, and Diana was staring up at me with a handful of my hair and another of bedsheet, waiting for what I would do next, so I went faster. She felt so good. My body begged me to go even faster, but Diana had to be ready. For her, I’d keep up a slow pace forever.
I felt the change in her body beneath me. She had been laying there, letting me do the work while she became accustomed to me again. Now, her hips ground against mine, rising to meet my thrusts. I took a second to share a few needy, passionate kisses, then shifted my weight so that I was resting on my folded knees with her legs over mine.
Freed from being used for balance, one hand held her shoulder and the other found her clit as I picked up the tempo. That single finger on her little nub of pleasure had her grasping at anything she could for stability as my steady thrusts rubbed the two together.
Our bodies moved in unison and our gasps and moans of pleasure were timed with the depth of my thrusts. Her hips writhed beneath me and I knew how she felt. The pleasure was so intense I almost wanted to escape it, but I also wanted it to stay this way forever-
Then suddenly, she pushed me away. And with a devilish grin pressed my shoulders against the sheets as she swung her legs over my hips. Opening her folds with one hand, and holding my erection with the others she eased herself down over my throbbing cock.
I sat and watched as my sweet Diana rode me with a vengeance. Slowly, at first, glancing up into my eyes taking in my reactions. When she reached down with her finger and started rubbing her bud, I felt myself being elevated higher and higher by what I saw - as she bit her lip and threw her head back rocking us so hard the headboard pounded against the wall.
When I felt myself pass the point of no return? I usually made some kind of noise, but this time all I could hear was a loud roaring in my ears as something swept me away, and all I could see was the inside of my fluttering eyelids. Far away, hands gripped my arms so tightly that the feeling made it through the confusion of senses from a shared orgasm so intense that Diana collapsed on top of me. “I can’t breathe… my head is spinning,” she gasped.
After of few moments of recovery for both of us, she lazily rolled off of me. I reached over and pulled her close. “That was amazing.” Her low, quiet voice purred against my chest.
“I know.”
“How was I,” she asked.
“Really? Do you really need to ask me that?”
A silence. “The lights are still on.”
I took an arm from Diana long enough to tap a remote by the bed. The lights shut off and the music faded into silence, leaving just a sliver of moonlight to fall through the curtains across the foot of the bed.
“That’s fancy.” Diana snuggled into me and pulled the comforter over us both.
“...Billionaire.”
“Kinda cocky aren’t you?”
