He moved it so slow, she was practically panting, wanting and needing to feel it go deeper. When he was fully buried, she expected him to start pulling out. But instead, he just pushed in more, and then moved his hips ever so slightly, pressing his body against her sensitive spots while keeping her stretched to the max.
She couldn't take it. She screamed in ecstasy.
He started to slowly pull out, going just as slowly as he did on the way in. Her body rose up to meet him, saying, “Please, please, please!” as she waited for him to come back in again.
He waited until he was almost completely out before coming back to her, a slow snail’s pace making the sexy torture almost too much to bear. As their bodies touched again and his hips moved in that languid rhythm, she felt something begin to happen inside. She lifted her legs up to try and get him deeper, moving her own hips in rhythm with his.
“Oh my … what’s happening?!” she cried, not understanding what her body was telling her.
“Oh, God, Aimee, the way you’re moving … I’m going to come!”
She heard his words and felt the pulsing begin to announce itself. But it was coming from her, not him. She screamed out as wave after wave of orgasmic delight seized her body and turned it into jelly. She moved with its natural pulsing rhythm, unable to stop herself or the shocks of pleasure that kept coming and coming. Over and over it throbbed through her, as Joe then quickly started pumping, crying out himself in pleasure. She could feel his hard thickness send its seed into her, as Joe’s back stiffened and he grunted once loudly, before finally relaxing again.
He moved a little and it caused another shock to her system. “Oh. My. God,” she said. “Do not move.”
He wiggled his hips.
“Noooo,” she moaned. “It’s happening again!”
He slowly massaged her with his pelvis, still filling her, only going partway soft.
Aimee couldn’t take it. She started crying out in pleasure and confusion, her cries quickly turning to tears, as she made noises she had no idea would ever come from her mouth. When the sensations became too much, and began to turn more into tickles than orgasms, she grabbed his back, squeezing him to her. “Stop now. Stop. I can’t.”
He went still and leaned down, kissing her tears. “You are so beautiful right now. You have no idea.”
“Why am I crying?” she asked, silent sobs wracking her body. She was overwhelmed and lost at sea, drifting on the emotions and sensations still haunting her mind and body.
“You’re caught up in the feelings. Shhhhh, it’s okay. Just relax. I’m here.” He pulled out of her and laid at her side, stroking her hair and leaning down occasionally to kiss her cheek or lips gently. “Just relax, you’re fine. You’re okay.”
Beneath his gentle ministrations, she found herself finally relaxing. Her heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm and the heat that had been burning her up dissipated, leaving her feeling like she was floating. She almost couldn’t feel the couch beneath her.
“So,” he asked a minute or so later, a smile in his voice, “is it safe to say you enjoyed yourself tonight?”
Aimee smiled, reaching up to wipe the sticky tears from her face. “You could say that. I just hope you don’t mind the fact that I’m a premature ejaculator.”
He barked out a laugh. “You made me lose it pretty damn fast. I’m going to have to work on that.” He stroked her breast softly. “Want to go out tomorrow?”
“Aren’t you supposed to wait three days before you ask me again?”
“Screw that. I don’t want to wait that long; I want to see you tomorrow. I’m not going to play those games.”
“Good,” she said, lifting her head to give him a quick kiss. “Me neither.” She strained to sit the rest of the way up, Joe moving to the side as best he could to give her room.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“The couch is kind of … sticky,” Aimee said, smiling so he wouldn’t think she was complaining. “I’m just going to get my clothes back on.”
“Oh, no you’re not,” he said, grabbing her and turning her around so she was lying on top of him. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
Aimee thought her heart was going to burst with happiness. She’d just had her first guy-created orgasm of her entire life, and this gorgeous hunk who’d given it to her didn’t want to let her go.
“Okay, but only for a few minutes. Then you have to take me home. I have a big day tomorrow.”