I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

22 - He's killing me softly part 2

"What you need is for me to come inside you," he murmured against my skin, with a lingering kiss to my butt. "All you have to do is ask."

Ask? Apparently, for Shawn it was not enough to move my hips against him with immediate need. Or, as much as I could.

I felt like I was about to explode while simultaneously feeling shivers of pleasure travel up and down my spine. I swallowed, as I felt his hands dig into my hips, drawing me even closer.

"Come on..." he breathed, letting his works travel up my backside and up toward my ears.

Then I felt his grasp loosen as he stood, letting his mouth graze along the skin of my back, then shoulder, then neck.

"Do you not want me to? Or are you too arrogant to ask?" he whispered, challenging me.

There are difficult things in life, like choosing between carbonara pizza and barbecue.

But it was his tongue licking my neck and hands roaming over me as he waited for my response, causing my my entire being shake to the core that was difficult.

But then, overflowing with certainty... I turned around in a quick movement to find his lips and kiss him impatiently.

"Do it, Shawn," I pleaded, on the verge of despair.

Like that, the green light was flashed, speed immediately picked up. Pulling me to the bed he lay me down and, with an irresistible smile, told me to wait there.

As if I could have gone anywhere in my current condition.

****

I kept my eyes closed, trying to control my now heavy breathing, glued to the spot he had left me.

I listened for his confident footsteps, which seemed to move to exactly in sync with the pace my heart drove at.

"Open your eyes."

He stood calmly in front of me, now completely naked save for a tube of lube in his hands. I exhaled and felt my body stiffen yet simultaneously relax as I saw the sight of almost 7 feet of white flesh.

But then just as quickly felt a thrilling tightening in anticipation deep within me. He close the distance between us and crawled on top of me.

He took my chin and looked at me for one, intense moment, before kissing me deeply.

I felt as though I might fall through the mattress when his fingers re-entering my ass jolted every nerve into electric awakeness. In time to the my quickening pant he kissed me, while letting his fingers ebb and flow increasingly deeper within me.

"Let me know if anything is too much," he said, relinquishing control of my mouth.

I babbled something meaningless in attempt to form a "yes," "okay," or any other word that emitted my consent. He smiled, and gently flipped me over so I had a pillow under my stomach.

Any shred of coherence I might have had evaporated as he placed his legs on either side of mine, right on the bed.

I had barely noticed a pause in his attentions while moving me, but now I felt a second finger join the first and I swear I have never been so excited in my life. I missed him in my wet sex, so much so that it almost hurt, but what I was experiencing back there was worth it.

Suddenly, he withdrew. Now at the grip of curiosity, I dropped my head into my arms and closed my eyes, abandoning myself to my senses.

Then a firm spank, not loud, but one that nevertheless surprised me completely. He took the same hand and rubbed my suddenly smarting cheek and then placed the tip of the his erect member at the entrance of my ass. I could feel it slick with lube as he rubbed it in a gentle circle.

Here we go.

"Relax, okay Mila?" he whispered, bending over back.

Anything he could have asked me, I wouldn't have been able to refuse. But my several quick nods were to convince myself I could reIax, really.

Then, a pressure more than just his two fingers seethed through me. Just as I thought that I couldn't handle this-- it progressed within me to a fulfilling pleasantness.

Then he stopped.

Then onward slowly again.

His expert caution was ensuring that I felt the full intensity of him exploring me without discomfort, yet made me foolishly hungry for more.

He stopped after what felt like a lifetime, fully inside me, and released a deep breath before reloading the air he had been holding. Without giving me too much time to process the sensation, he withdrew slightly and slowly, before returning with a soft but deep thrust.

I groaned loudly, grabbing onto the sheets.

Little by little, he increased the speed, while returning to that impossible deepness. Every time I felt his hips against my ass felt like I was about to completely fall to pieces with the intensity of pleasure it caused.

Or maybe it was his left hand, which pinched gently at my nipples. Or his right, which were positioned on top of the pillow in folds around my clit as I rocked against them.

Pleasure was enveloping me from so many sides that I felt delirious with an inability to focus on anyone. My heavy, erratic breathing was punctuated by sinful moans and gasps as he moved within me, and I held onto the pillow beneath me like a life saver, the only thing that could keep me from falling off the bed, or floating up to the ceiling.

His thrusts were shallow but quick now, and with each wave of sensation I felt closer and closer to climax. He was breathing hard now too, almost burning me from above with his breath hot on my ear.

And then, with an intensity that shocked me, he gripped for dear life at my hair, his hips shudder against my body with a prolonged orgasm.

Desperate for deeper, for more, I pushed backward against him, and he complied with short, heavy thrusts that forced my slow-building orgasm to its final, thudding reward.

As the ringing in my ears faded, I finally noticed his weight on my back, and the peaceful rise and fall of his breath. He must have been as exhausted we remained silent, while our respective breaths slowed down and synchronized.

Finally, Shawn purred into my ears lightly, saying:

"So, should we get your ice cream now?"