Page 82 of S is for SEX

I relaxed into the mattress. He rolled to the side. A soft moan escaped his lungs.

And, side-by-side, we fell asleep.

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The feeling of being kissed washed over me and I felt a heavy weight pressing down on me.

I opened my eyes.

Dick was on top of me, and the room was lit only by the little bit of moonlight that shone in through the windows. I returned the kiss eagerly, desiring more. I wanted what we had before, earlier in the night.

Soon, I got exactly what I wished for.

After the passing of another magical moment, I was lost in a state of bliss. I continued to kiss him, grateful he was able to make me feel so special with nothing more than a simple kiss.

His hand fumbled between us. I felt pressure against my throbbing pussy.

Oh fuck.

My eyes went wide as his length slowly pushed into me fully. Being stuffed with ten inches of cock all at once was a feeling in itself, and I never wanted the experience of the first thrust to end.

The kissing continued and the fucking began.

Our mouths parted.

Between his thrusts, I expressed my satisfaction. “Your. Cock. Feels so. Good.”

“It’s your tight pussy,” he assured me.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he fucked me deeply. I wanted to feel his body against mine, smell his scent, feel his skin, and listen to him breathe. I got all of that, and more, one thrust at a time.

My hands worked my way up and down his body until they came to rest against the cheeks of his ass.

With his muscular butt in my grip, I became the driving force behind his thrusts. Pulling against his flesh, I timed them perfectly, hiking my feet high into the air and spreading my legs as wide as I was able.

I wanted all of him that he was able to give.

His balls slapped against the sensitive skin between my butt cheeks, driving me wild in anticipation of each penetration. I wrapped my legs over his shoulders, and relished in the sight of the shadows the moonlight created along his muscular silhouette.

I wanted him in my ass, but didn’t dare ask. I was sober, and I didn’t want him to think lesser of me.

He reached beside the bed as he continued to fuck me, seeming to be fumbling for something. In a few seconds, I felt his hand along my thigh, and then a cold wet substance on my ass.

Oh God.

Please.

He slowly withdrew his cock from inside me.

He stroked it with the lube, driving me insane with anticipation. His finger first, and after a few preparatory strokes, his pushed himself into me slowly.

I closed my eyes.

I needed nothing but a few strokes to satisfy me completely.

What he gave me was so much more.

He pushed each of his thumbs into my pussy, and his cock deep into my ass. With his hands, he thumb-fucked me, the web between his thumb and forefinger pummeling my clit with each stroke of his digits.

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