I come with a cry, thighs shaking, nails digging into his back.
He doesn’t stop. He lets me ride it out on his mouth until I’m twitching from the overstimulation, and then he finally stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His clothes come off in clean motions. Shirt first, then his belt, then his pants. I watch every inch of skin he reveals, every scar I remember, every one I don’t. His cock is already hard, flushed and heavy, and I reach for it, but he stops me.
“Your turn,” he says, voice rough. “Lie back.”
I do.
He tears open a condom, rolls it on, then climbs over me. He slides one arm under my waist to lift my hips and pushes into me in one long, steady thrust.
I gasp again, and he stills.
“Alright?”
“More than.”
He rocks into me again, and this time he doesn’t hold back. He sets a rhythm that’s strong and controlled, angling his hips to hit that spot that makes my whole body tighten. I grab his shoulders and hold on as he fucks me through the last edge of sensitivity and straight into another high.
My second orgasm hits harder than the first. I don’t even try to hold back.
He groans again, deep and guttural, and shifts me to my side, pulling one of my legs up over his and driving into me from behind.
The stretch feels deeper this way, hotter, and he holds me tight against his chest while his other hand finds my clit again.
“I want you to come again,” he says into my neck. “One more.”
I can’t answer. I just nod, panting, and it doesn’t take long.
He rubs slow circles, never easing the pace of his thrusts, and I break with a raw cry, shaking in his arms while he holds me through it.
He kisses my neck, my shoulder, the edge of my jaw, and then pulls out.
“I’m not done.”
I flip onto my hands and knees without needing to be told.
He thrusts back in from behind and this time it’s rougher. He grabs my hips and drives deep, the slap of skin loud in the room, and when I moan, he spanks my ass once, hard enough to make me jolt and clench around him.
“Fuck, Ana,” he growls. “You want me to come inside you?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I want all of you. Give me that too.”
He fucks me harder, deeper, and I reach between my legs and touch myself while he works into me.
That’s what does it.
I come again, loud and shaking, and a second later, he follows with a shuddering sound, spilling inside me as he buries himself to the hilt and holds me still.
For a second, everything stills.
Then he leans over, kisses my shoulder, and pulls out carefully.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “We’ll shower.”
