Curved Edges ✔

(127) Sensual Senses III

♡ AMA

His hands slide to my thighs, lifting me up a little to give me room to grab his erection and rub the head around my entrance, coating it with my juices before sliding it inside of me. I hold still with my hands on his chest, sucking in a breath as I close my eyes. The head of his penis is stretching me to the edge of pain.

His fingertips stroke up and down my spine lovingly, giving me all the time I need to adjust to him. I start to relax and sink down on his erection, moaning as I feel him rub against my inner walls and gasping when I feel the tip touch my cervix.

I sit still again, taking my time to really feel all of him, stretching me, reaching deep, making me shiver with every slight movement. One of his hands sneaks to my front, his thumb gently rubbing my clit, helping me out of my frozen state and enticing my hips to move in a slow circle.

Fuck, that movement alone makes me see stars and I love it. I keep moving my hips slowly, getting used to the feeling more and more, craving release like the desert craves rain. I grab onto his shoulders and put the soles of my feet down on the couch on either side of him.

Looking down I witness his penis sliding in and out of my pussy as I crouch down, riding him wildly. His hands grab onto my hips as he thrusts upwards to meet me, hitting my cervix every time, turning me into a constantly moaning, sweaty mess.

I slam down on his dick one last time and scream his name, my pussy strangling him, contracting irregularly, squirting all over as I sink down on my knees, resting my forehead against his chest.

Fuck I must be dead. But what a fucking amazing way to go.

His hands stroke my back and my hair lovingly, his lips pressing a kiss on top of my head. I press my ear against his chest and hear his fast heartbeat slow down with every breath he takes.

I'm so sensitive that his breath against my ear makes my entire body tremble.

He holds me close to him, cuddling me in such a protective and loving manner that I can't prevent the tears from falling. I'm pretty sure he knows I'm crying but he just keeps hugging me close, kissing my hair gently over and over.

This might be the thing I love most about him. No, not his huge cock, although... No, what I mean is his calm, patient side. Patient with me. I can be myself with him and he gives me all the time and room I need to be exactly that.

I lift my head and look into his eyes, searching them to see how he's feeling. He brushes the hair out of my face and smiles at me.

I sit up and my voice is still laced with sex as I speak. "We should shower and try to eat some more. And talk."

I look down, afraid to look into his eyes. He's going to think I used him. For his body. For the earth-shattering sex that was clearly not a one-time thing. Our bodies respond to each other in a way I've never felt before. A way that makes me want him even more.

I moan internally and get up from his lap. As I'm about to walk away, he grabs my wrist, calmly waiting for my eyes to connect with his. He stands up too and his fingers push against my chin, tilting it upwards to kiss my lips gently.

"I know Ama. Don't feel guilty. This was the best sex I ever had and whatever happens, I will never regret it. Now let's shower, so I can finally feed you my salmon. And I even came up with a special dessert for you."

His fingers slide down my hand, his fingers lacing with mine and squeezing supportively.

"You are something else, mister. Let's check out the bathroom and clean ourselves up."

We shower and wash each other lovingly, drying each other off with the same love. A calm relaxed atmosphere hanging around us.

I love my bathroom, there is a bath, shower, sink and a toilet. It's white with a few aqua-colored details; a soothing, happy space.