Recollections

Smut XII (.2)

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His girth stretches me, his whole weight pushing me flush against the cool leather of the couch arm. His hand grips my hip, his arm wrapped around the entire circumference of my small frame. His breath is hot in my ear, his body shaking against me, becoming more tense by the second.

My head is dizzy, my eyes rolled back in stimulation, now being the third round after his first taste of me this morning. With only one short break between the second round and this one, I am still feeling the effects of overstimulation, my whole body rippled with tingles. My body is screaming for it to be over, but my cunt is begging for more. My thighs are tired from shaking, my legs sore from standing through two other orgasms, and my legs are dripping with wetness. My hair is plastered to my face, shoulder and back as his whole length slams in and out of me, our hips colliding over and over and over again, the only sounds in the room being our sounds of pleasure and our skin slapping against the other.

His speed begins to waver, his breath getting heavier and shorter.

"S'good baby, right there." I hear him groan from his chest. The more we go, the more silent he becomes with his words. He curses under his breath, his other hand clutching the tense fabric of the couch. "Keep going- keep going. So close."

"Fuck you feel-," he attempts, his moan catching the better of him. He readjusts and clutches my skin, higher up on my torso than before. "Feel so good..." He continues. He groans and buries his face in my neck. His tongue sticks out to lick up my neck. His teeth nip at the skin, his fingers digging deep into my side as he staggers.

I choke out moans, my vision going blurry with the heat pooling far too quickly. I can't help the high whine that my throat releases, reaching my climax for the fourth time. These rounds keep getting shorter. Still, despite the high of my climax, I fight to get my words out, encouraging him.

"Cum f-for me baby. Fill me full and deep."

"Ah fuck," he heaves out, his hips giving only a few more thrusts before he thrusts and fills me deep, his hips rolling a few more times before he stops completely. He kisses my neck some more, my hand still clutched in his overgrown hair, my other gripping his hand that still holds to the couch. "Fuck I could fuck you forever. You feel so fucking good."

I chuckle lightly, my breath heavy and my head still spinning. "I could be fucked by you forever," I reply, even if my body shakes and sends waves of soreness over me to remind me, I probably could not physically be fucked forever.

"I don't know how much more I'll be able to do this standing up though," he jokes.

I can feel his lips pulled into a big, genuine smile as he pecks down my neck and over my shoulders. He pulls himself back just enough to kiss down my shoulder blades, the hand that was previously dug into my side now sliding up and groping my right breast. His breath is hot against my skin, his lips wet and sending tingles down my spine.

He kisses just as far as he can while keeping us flush together. He kisses far enough to the side, making me giggle. He chuckles against my skin.

"Tickle?" He questions as he continues to kiss down in a straight line, making it hard for me to respond with anything under my breathy giggles and pressing body. I bend sideways under his touch, my body desperate for a break from the tickling, but his arm keeps me firm. Pretty soon, my lungs are beginning to remind me of their exhaustion, making the giggling painful.

"Baby," I drawl with a weak smile on my face. "I'm tired."

"Bed?"

His word is so soft and simple, his exhaustion starting to show in everything he does. I really want to take a bath, but I feel much the same as he; a bed and his arms as we sleep in bliss sounds really fucking attractive in this moment. So I nod.

"Bed."

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