wanted to overwhelm him. He lifted his arms and folded them behind his head. The look of his chest, arms, and abs in that position did crazy things to her libido.
“Let me see you touch yourself again,” he whispered. She watched his eyes follow the motion of her left hand. She put it in her mouth, made a great production of licking the fingers so he could see. He revealed that All-American smile. She slid the hand down and over her breasts, stroking her nipples. “Oh, yeah, pull them. Fuck that’s hot.”
She licked her tongue out at him as she slid her hand down and touched her clit. The rubbing made her touch both of them. “Can you feel my fingers?”
He nodded. “You’re sweating.”
“You’re a good workout.” She let her head fall back. The long hair tickled her back, the top of her ass. She was slipping into the abyss. She focused everything on the climb. Her thighs burned, her glutes burned. Her body ached in ways it never had before. “I’m going to come, Bruce.”
“Look at me when you do.” He was still lying there like that; all billboard poster sex model style.
“Now.” She breathed. She tried to keep her eyes open. Her body convulsed with it. Everything jiggled and moved.
“Do you know ho w hot you look when you come?” he asked and sat up to kiss her. She was getting hooked on the feel of his tongue in her mouth. He nipped her lip with his teeth, moved his mouth over her neck, placed his nose against her collarbone and inhaled deeply. She was admittedly self-conscious since she was sweating and the smell of sex was in the air. “You smell good. You taste good.”
He licked her collarbone. She knew the instant his hands settled on her ass and he lifted to his knees she was about to get fucked. “Give me your leg. Yeah right there on my shoulder.”
He balanced over her as he began pushing into her. “Oh fuck. That’s deep. So good. Oh, fuck Bruce that’s so good.”
He pushed quickly for shallow thrusts and then slowed for a hard and deep thrust that had her crying from the sensations. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It’s so good. Too good.” She was glad he believed her and kept going. He had stamina after his first orgasm. He looked ready to fuck for days. She lifted her other leg and he accommodated her. She was feeling crazy. The sensations overpowered her. She didn’t understand what her body wanted. Sometimes it hurt, and then it felt amazing. It was too much and not enough at the same time. “Oh baby. Fuck.” She groaned. “Bruce. Bruce.”
“Give it to me.” He pumped faster. “I want you to come, give it to me.”
“I can’t. It’s too much.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He bit his lower lip. He slid his hand between them and lightly touched her clit. She jerked as a response. It really was over sensitive at this point. Her body wanted release but couldn’t find it.
“I want it,” h e said and slipped his hand under her ass. She felt the press of a finger against her anus and as he pushed into it she exploded.
There was no other way to describe the bone rattling, teeth chattering experience. He came somewhere around the second pulse. Her name on his lips, he pushed his finger deeper into her ass. She was surprised that she had let him get in there to begin with without smacking him with the cast. It all happened so quickly. He moved with conviction and somehow she trusted he knew what he was doing. It worked.
His finger slipped from her ass, his cock from her pussy. His tongue slipped into her mouth for a deep kiss. He licked her lips, her neck, and then rolled to his back next to her on the bed.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said through labored breaths. “But I think I love you.”
She sniffed, wiped the tears that formed from the release. Her body still vibrated from it all. She once cried while getting a massage and the therapist told her it was natural for the body to have that reaction when it needed something
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