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All I could think of was how his cock was going to look as he came – and suddenly I was obsessed.
“Do it on me,” I whispered. “I want to see it.”
“Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come talking like that…”
“Come on my stomach – I want to see you come,” I begged him. “Please baby, come on me, I want to see your cock when you come – ”
“Oh fuck – oh FUCK – ”
He arched his neck back and bellowed, tendons standing out in his neck like elastic cords. He looked like he was in agony – but he did what I wanted. His cock slipped out of me and appeared between my legs, and I jumped in pleasure as he pumped back and forth between the lips of my pussy.
Suddenly I felt him spasm, and jets of white cum shot through the air, splashing over my breasts and belly, hot and wet. I came from the ecstatic sight of it – that, and the pressure of his thick, girthy shaft rubbing hard and fast over my throbbing clit.
I screamed again in pleasure and raked my fingers over his skin. He collapsed next to me, body pressed against my side, his face buried in my neck.
“Wow… that was a lot…” I whispered, looking at the liquid pooling on my stomach.
“Uh-huh,” he murmured into my hair.
“How long since you came?”
“The last time I was with you.”
I don’t know why that affected me so powerfully. I mean, I would have been furious if he’d been with anybody else in the last two weeks – but the fact that we were bonded like that… that he had only come with me…
I felt his cock slide wet but still hard against my leg.
“…can you keep going?” I whispered in his ear.
He raised his head and grinned at me. “Really?”
“But gentler this time,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he said, then looked at my body. “Hold on, I’ll get you a towel.”
“No,” I said, grabbing his wrist before he could get up. I took the sheet, already soaked in our sweat, and wiped away his cum from my skin.
“I want you now,” I said, looking him deeply in the eyes as I gently took his cock and guided it between my legs.
45
We did it slower this time. More sensually. He rocked back and forth, deep inside me, with both of us continually looking each other in the eyes.
I misted up from the overwhelming emotions I felt – joy. Love. Relief at having him back. Tears gathered at the outside corners of my eyelids and slowly trailed down my cheeks. He brushed them away and kissed me gently, his salty lips hot on mine. I came again with soft little moans and cries. My body gripped him, held him deep inside me, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me up over and over.
After my tremors subsided, I rolled him over – or rather, I pushed against his chest, and he went with it – and got on top of him without ever letting him slip out of me. I went to work again, my hands braced against his solid chest, my breasts swaying with my body, my hair flowing around my face as I worked him in and out of my pussy… slowly… then quicker… angling my hips so his head hit the most pleasurable spots I could imagine.
He cupped my breasts, playing with them, stroking them, cupping them, caressing them. Again, we never lost eye contact – except when he would arch up his body and take one nipple in his mouth and suck. I would usually sigh with pleasure, toss back my head, and continue to move sensuously, drawing him deep inside me again.
By the end my legs were trembling, I had come so much – but I had one last orgasm in me, and I could feel it building.
“Can you come?” I whispered as I moved atop him, back and forth, rhythmically.
Yes, he nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Come with me,” I pleaded, breathy and overtaken with building passion.
He nodded more vigorously, our gaze unbroken.
